From scrap mecha to science fiction paradise

Chapter 18 Ace Pilot
"open……"

The young man surnamed Zhao, who was initially at a loss when faced with the rejection, saw the unexpected turn of events. Old man Zhang stood up and was immediately overjoyed, opening his mouth to introduce himself.

Who would have thought that Old Man Zhang would reach out and push it aside.

"Go, go, don't block the road. I told you there is no one named Zhang here."

Old man Zhang pushed the young man away irritably. He took off his shoes on the ground and didn't even have time to put them on. He hurriedly ran to the door of the scrap station: "Boy Lin? Boy Lin, are you outside?"

When he saw Lin Yu standing outside the door, he was even more overjoyed. The depression and depression of the past few days were gone. Instantly, his waist and legs no longer ached: "Is it really you? You haven't run away yet. ?”

"Uh, you... have something to do with me?"

Facing the pairs of eyes that suddenly focused on him, Lin Yu felt a little stiff and confused.

"Of course there is something. You promised to cooperate with me last time. Old man, I have prepared a plan to make sure that we become bigger and stronger and create greater glory!"

Old man Zhang danced as if there was no one around.

"When did I promise to cooperate with you? What I said was that I came here to make a living just because I couldn't survive."

Lin Yu was speechless.

"You just made a big fuss and ran out of the camp a few days ago. Aren't you still unable to survive?"

Old man Zhang said.

After hearing this, Lin Yu finally understood.

The feeling is that the old man in this picture saw him driving at dawn and causing trouble in the camp a few days ago, and shrewdly guessed that it was related to him.

It's just... that Lin Yu really didn't know what to say after leaving behind his employer, who seemed to have a distinguished background, but turned around to discuss with him how to make the scrap yard bigger and stronger.

"Here, this is the boss of Black Snake Camp. Do you think I can't survive?"

Lin Yu glanced at the black snake next to him.

This is actually changing the topic and giving Black Snake and the others a chance to interrupt.

Old man Zhang could whisper to him as if no one else was around, but he couldn't always do this.

"I haven't had time to get to know you just now, but this little brother is..."

The young man surnamed Zhao, who had been waiting impatiently nearby, immediately took advantage of the opportunity.

Black Snake also immediately cooperated, pulling Lin Yu to introduce: "This is the helper Qiao Wa asked me to find, Lin Yu, Mr. Zhao, don't look at Brother Lin because he is young, he is..."

Black Snake told Lin Yu's 'glorious deeds' vividly.

"You can actually make your own mecha using discarded parts in the wasteland?"

After listening to Black Snake's introduction, the young man named Zhao, who was originally just looking for an entry point to join the topic, couldn't help but show a slightly surprised look.

After all, no matter where you are, a single person designs and manufactures a mecha alone, or uses various scrap parts full of uncertainty to forcibly piece it together. This is indeed an extremely glorious resume.

Not to mention that Lin Yu still looks like a teenager.

This kind of genius can be regarded as an elite talent in the city.

Of course, Black Snake may have good intentions, but from the perspective of a 'helper', Lin Yu is obviously inappropriate.

Making a mecha and piloting a mecha are not the same thing.

A researcher and a qualified warrior are also not the same thing.

Especially... when there is such a legendary ace pilot right in front of him.

"What are you looking at? You want to steal someone from me, the old man?"

Old man Zhang looked at the young man named Zhao warily.

"Mr. Zhang, don't get excited. I just want to invite you on behalf of the Federal Pilots Association to reorganize Thunder Strike. If you really like Brother Lin, wouldn't it be nice to let him serve as your second engineer?"

The young man surnamed Zhao respectfully explained his intention and offered persuasion.

"What Mr. Zhang? What technicians association? Is there an association for bathing and massage?"

Old man Zhang looked puzzled: "You should give up on this idea, old man. I am a gentleman who loves money in a good way. I am already old, so I can't let him be a technician."

"Old Zhang..."

The young man named Zhao suddenly became anxious when he heard this. "It's inexplicable. They already told me that my surname is not Zhang."

Old man Zhang opened his eyes and told lies, but he didn't drag Lin Yu to talk about it, and turned around and walked towards the scrap yard.

"Mr. Zhang!"

Seeing that Old Man Zhang was about to leave, the young man named Zhao gritted his teeth and said, "We found the wreckage of the Oath of Dawn."

Old Man Zhang's steps paused momentarily.

"where?"

He turned his head and stared at the young man named Zhao with a gloomy face, as if he would tear him alive if he dared to talk nonsense.

A terrifying power seemed to solidify all the surrounding air, making people forget to breathe.

"Just in the association, as long as you..."

The young man surnamed Zhao said bravely.

"...No need to discuss this."

Old man Zhang was silent for a moment and objected.

"That...that..."

The young man was speechless.

"Otherwise, we just have to carry out a mission. Mr. Zhang, how about you accompany us?"

The middle-aged man with glasses behind the young man named Zhao spoke up at the right moment.

Hearing this, the young man surnamed Zhao immediately lit up his eyes and nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, yes, Mr. Zhang, how about you reluctantly go on another mission with us?"

It is better to pull people together to perform tasks and have more time together to slowly persuade them, than to be rejected all the time now.

Moreover, if there is one, then there are two, step by step, maybe Mr. Zhang will relent.

Moreover, with this person by your side, it can be regarded as the strongest trump card.

Not willing to take action?
When the time comes when everyone is about to die, is it possible that this person can still sit back and watch everyone wait to die?
"I'm just a bad old man. I can't do anything, let alone help you."

Old Man Zhang was silent for another moment and shook his head.

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. It's an honor for me to be able to work with Mr. Zhang, and I also hope you can give me some advice."

The young man surnamed Zhao quickly answered: "In fact, even if you didn't agree, the wreckage of the Oath of Dawn should have been returned to you."

"There are so many things to do, so just send them over here."

Old man Zhang suddenly changed his silent expression and changed the subject of conversation.

"Uh……"

The young man named Zhao froze.

"What? Are you not happy? Didn't you say you would give it to me even if you didn't agree?"

Old man Zhang said.

"This this……"

The young man wants to cry but has no tears.

But it's really hard for him to change his tune.

The words have already been spoken, there is no reason to retort on the spot, especially in front of this old man.

And what he just said was not a lie. He couldn't make the decision on such a big matter.

This is actually the original intention of the association. Even if they don't agree to go back, the wreckage of the Dawn of Oath will still have to be sent back out of consideration.

"Okay, let's leave as soon as we finish talking. Don't delay the old man while I do business. Remember to deliver the things as soon as possible."

Old man Zhang shooed people away like flies, and he went into the small bungalow in the scrap yard and never came out again.

The young man surnamed Zhao, who felt worse than eating a fly, waited there for a while, and finally had no choice but to leave in frustration, returning home defeated.

(End of this chapter)