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"Very good idea, you are probably a student of the engineering school?" Hai Yi'an asked the young man with a smile.

"Yes, I am a student of the Engineering College of Central South United College..." the young man said very embarrassedly.

"The design is very good. You are an amazing student who can think of combining a steam engine and a car." Sun Boyang squatted down and carefully looked at the overall structure of the car, and praised the young man very satisfied.

"Hey! Hey! Twisey! You're such a bastard! You actually drove this stupid guy into the street! You bastard, I will never let you touch the steam engine again!"

A middle-aged man shouted from behind, while the young man shivered and shrank his head.Sun Boyang looked along the source of the voice, it was a middle-aged man with short hair and stains all over his clothes, and at this moment he was leading three other young men to run here aggressively.

"Teacher! My car can move! He walked nearly 1000 meters all the way just now!" The young man hurriedly argued.

"Ah yes, he can move, but what did I say, I said you are not allowed to drive on the street until it is completely finished, but you still drive out while I am away. And you also messed with the comrades on the street We are terrified. I will send your application for withdrawal from school to Mr. Shu Xun..."

The middle-aged man was still very angry, pressing the car and yelling at the young man, but when he was scolding, he suddenly caught sight of his idol, Sun Boyang, who is also the idol of the people of the Central South Government, as if he had been cast with a "silence spell". There is no sound.It's terrible, that idiot Tewixi actually alarmed Mr. Sun Boyang!

"Look, if we change the structure of the car to iron, and then use a steam engine that is bigger and more powerful than this one, which is now used in the factory, as power. If we strengthen the car, then its rear can be dragged Marching with cannons can reduce the burden on the army." Sun Boyang touched the still hot steam stove and said to Mi Gaoqi and Hai Yi'an who were beside him.

"If it is possible, we can increase the size of the car to four or five meters long and two or three meters high. Add iron sheets on the outside and several pairs of wheels. Then we can use it to pull goods and transport troops. , transportation of materials, are very meaningful." Sun Boyang continued to explain.

"But all in all, for such a big car, if there are too many wheels, it is prone to problems. There may be big problems caused by the steering between the wheels and the wheels. If the car is to be so big, it cannot be too large. Flexible, it will be very bulky." The middle-aged man was fascinated, but reminded Sun Boyang that something was wrong.

"Besides, such a big car is made of iron. It must be very heavy. It is difficult for our road to bear such a heavy load. Maybe the road has been subjected to it for a few times, and it will become impossible to walk." The middle-aged man continued.

"That's right, I've considered all of these." Sun Boyang said with a smile.

"We can set up something like a track. Some of you comrades know that when the nobles fled the capital, they used the underground track car to escape. If we set up such a track on the ground, it's better to spread it under the ground." If you put gravel on it, then a car of this size doesn't have the problem of crushing the road, or the wheels turning differently from each other."

"Ah, what a shrewd proposal, why didn't I think of it." The middle-aged man sighed selflessly, and quickly realized who the person who made the suggestion was.

"Total Sun Boyang, I..." the middle-aged man hesitated and said without knowing how to explain.

"This little comrade's idea is very good, and the car he designed is also very good. I said comrade, you don't want to complain to Mr. Shu Xun." Sun Boyang took the initiative to hold the middle-aged man's hand without feeling dirty at all. hand said.

"Oh, total! My hands are very dirty..." The middle-aged man quickly stopped his hands and said.

"What's the matter, I used to eat, rest and study machinery with the workers of the Toliask factory. I really like the stains you made all over your body because of your research." Sun Boyang chuckled , Recalling the practice period when he was in college, he was often covered with oil and stains.Seeing the appearance of the teacher of the engineering college now, Sun Boyang thought of his former teacher, and recalled everything in the past.

"I think this invention is very good and should be strongly supported." Sun Boyang said to Okedo again.

"Well, I'll go to the Institute of Engineering soon to discuss with your director and look at the latest research results." Sun Boyang suggested to the middle-aged man and Tenasi again.

"Total Sun Boyang, I'm just playing around casually. Don't worry too much about it. I still have a lot of flaws..." Seeing Sun Boyang attaching so much importance to his invention, Tenasi couldn't help feeling flattered.He was extremely embarrassed and humbled himself as much as possible, trying to make his invention not look so outstanding.Oh my god, Sun Boyang actually praised him vigorously. If the students know this, they will go crazy with jealousy.He doesn't want to go to school every day under the jealous eyes of his classmates.

"No, Tenasi, you should be proud of this." Sun Boyang patted Tenasi on the shoulder vigorously, looking at the broken steam car and said.

"The times are moving forward, and the general trend is unstoppable."

"Tenasi, you are going to leave your name in history."

262 Calling for help outside the field

"Listen to me, Agafonovitch."

"Listen to me, Mr. Tree."

"No, you should listen to me."

"I don't think so. If you want to speak first, you have to scold me."

"Then let's roll the dice, as usual."

"Yeah, it's the same as usual."

Agafonovich and Shu Xun stood up together, picked up the dice on the table and threw them on the table, watching the dice roll with bated breath.

"No tricks!" Mr. Tree said to Agafonovich with a frown.

"It's terrible." Agafonovich reluctantly ended the silent spellcasting and gave up using metal spells to control the rotation of the dice.

"As usual, I won." Mr. Shu frowned, sat down again and said with a smile.

"Yes, you won. Your Faculty of Arts defeated the Faculty of Chemistry again, and won the battle again. I became a defeated general again." Agafonovich sat back on his chair and said angrily.

"Okay, you can start criticizing, I'm waiting." Agafonovich said with his hands clasped.

"Agafonovich, I know that the research in your School of Chemistry is very important and dangerous. But you can't always do this, creating an explosion every two days, flooding the whole school every three days. It smells weird. Oh, my Fengshen, this is really terrible." Mr. Tree said with a big head.

"The Institute of Engineering may have experiments, which are also dangerous, but they haven't done all kinds of destruction like you. At best, they just make themselves dirty, and at most they blow up a steam engine. I said Aga Fonovich, you have to watch out, you can't go on like this."

"I don't want to either, but you know that recently we are researching 'burning element'. This is a very dangerous thing, hey, or when is it not dangerous when we engage in alchemy? I said Mr. Tree, you Just bear with it for a while, let's talk about it when we understand the so-called nitrate." Agafonovich got up impatiently and said.

"It's too bad, they are mavericks." Mr. Shu Xun looked at Agafonovich's leaving figure helplessly and said, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

"Is Mr. Tree there?" Another person asked outside the door, poking his head out and asking.

"Miss Harris?" Mr. Shu asked in surprise as he looked at the person at the door.

"It's me, Uncle, I'm here to see you." Adele Harris jumped in like a little girl and said excitedly to Mr. Tree.

"It's very strange that you can come to see me. After all, since you came to Central South United College last time, we have only met you since you were a child." Mr. Shu said with a chuckle.

"Uncle, are you still angry with my mother?" Harris said in frustration with his pointy earlobes pulled down.

"No, no one cared about anyone back then, and it was normal to make that kind of decision." Mr. Shu said with a smile indifferently.

"It is a great thing that you can come back to participate in the revolution now. In my opinion, only Leszek can save Yongdalim, and even the entire north and the mainland. The rest are just silent weeds. "

The appearance of Mr. Shu Xun is more like a human than an elf.He has short black hair, slightly long ears and a middle-aged face.He can't be said to be handsome, but has a melancholy look on his face.The only thing that can clearly see the characteristics of elves is Mr. Shu's slightly elongated ears.

It is really hard to say that Mr. Shu is an elf when he stands in the crowd. This is because Mr. Shu Xun's elves are desert elves. This elf group looks like it because of its living habits and gathering place closer to the range of human activities. It's really hard to make out.However, Mr. Tree is indeed a real elf, because elves are generally good at perceiving phoenix magic and wood magic, and are born with extreme aesthetics. According to habits, Mr. Tree is indeed a real elf.

"What have you been up to in Zhongnan recently?" Mr. Shu asked while making tea for Harris.

"I'm busy gathering my tribe to come to Zhongnan, and assisting the army training in Zhongnan." Harris replied happily while eating the dessert and milk tea that Mr. Shu had prepared for her.The elves love sweets, and Mr. Tree is one of the best.Mr. Tree is addicted to sugar, and Commander Rebio is nicknamed the two sugar-eating generals who are both literary and military.He often keeps a lot of sweets in the office so that he can replenish his energy at any time after work and writing.

"Is it exhausting? The clansmen also often have conflicts, and they don't agree with each other." Mr. Shu asked clearly.

"Yes, since the fall of the motherland, the fellow elves have started to have the intention of being independent from each other. Many elf settlements in the Southern Cross Forest have begun to live apart from each other. If it weren't for the identities of me and Daisia, I'm afraid it would be hard to be like today. That's how many compatriots were called to Zhongnan." Harris said with his legs dangling.

"This is how important Mr. Sun Boyang's philosophy is." Mr. Shu said with emotion.

"Abandon the differences between races, and unite the vast majority of people by class division. The first time I saw this sentence, I thought of our elven country and the current situation of the elves. I want to say , although I am not a Leszek member, I will stand firmly behind Mr. Sun Boyang until I see him complete his great career." Mr. Shu continued.

"Uncle, I want to ask you something..." Harris said nervously putting down his glass.

"What? Is there something that can make you look like this?" Mr. Shu joked.

"It's like this..." Miss Harris bit her lip and ran to Mr. Shu's side and whispered.

"What? You're not kidding?" Mr. Tree was shocked after hearing what Harris said.

"I'm not joking, uncle. This is a necessary thing. Whether it is from the perspective of rebuilding the motherland or from the perspective of the unity of the Yongdalim compatriots, I should do it." Miss Harris's face There was a touch of Feixia, but he said with a very firm and serious expression.

"Besides, I really like him too. I heard he's never married..."

"You will suffer if you do this." Mr. Shu thought to himself.

"What? Uncle?" Harris asked wonderingly.

"Ah, it's okay." Mr. Shu said quickly after realizing it.

"I mean, Adele, I think it's better to try my best in this matter, if it doesn't work, it's no big deal." Mr. Shu said as tactfully as possible.

"You mean I'm under a lot of competitive pressure?" Miss Harris asked surprisingly sharply.

"I didn't say that." Mr. Shu quickly waved his hands and smiled bitterly.

"Furthermore, it's very difficult. His personality doesn't like this kind of marriage that he wants to be together..." Mr. Shu said with a sigh.

"I'd like to compete..." Miss Harris said, bowing her head.

"Okay, if you have to, then work harder. I'll write him a letter." Mr. Shu reluctantly agreed.

......

"Dear Uncle Noah, Zhan Xinjia." Felicia lay on the table alone, looked around for a while to make sure no one saw her writing the letter before continuing.

"We haven't seen each other for almost a year. Uncle, how are you? How is your health?" Felicia continued to write word by word with a quill.

"I live a good life here. Mr. Sun Boyang treats me very well and takes good care of me. And because of my work, I have to take care of Mr. Sun Boyang and pay attention to his daily life and every move."

"Uncle Noah, I want to trouble you with one thing." Felicia twitched again after writing this, constantly scratching her orange hair, wondering if she should continue writing.But immediately, he decided to continue writing.

"Mr. Sun Boyang always has a private life, but no one takes care of his private life. I am very worried about his health." Felicia paused again, and finally summoned up the courage to write.

"I want to not only take care of Mr. Sun Boyang's work, but also his private life..."

......

"Yes, literature should be free and cannot be restricted. I am Ms. Alyssa who agrees with your ideas very much. Your ideas are very progressive and I admire them." Hai Yi'an sat in the office with Alyssa They chatted happily with each other.

"I'm surprised that the newspaper has such a very independent and independent reporter who doesn't imitate others. And she is also good at writing, writing some very high-quality articles, which let us readers or us scholars like it. For example, you The "The Earl of Shangpa Mountain" is simply a classic handed down from generation to generation." Hai Yian praised with his legs crossed and his hands on his knees.

"You have praised Mr. Hai Yi'an." Alyssa quietly stuck out her tongue and said very ashamedly.

"No prizes, Ms. Alyssa. Your literary level is astonishing, your writing is very flexible, now this writing and now that writing. If it weren't for your pseudonym we wouldn't even feel it. It is from your own hand. Your novels and books are always welcomed by us, not only at Union College, I even saw children reading your fairy tales. I am even thinking about whether to compile your fairy tales into the textbook." Hai Yi'an continued to praise.

Alisa felt ashamed, she could only helplessly cover her face and keep silent, avoiding Mr. Hai Yi'an's praise.You must know that Sun Boyang didn't excerpt a few famous works when he came here, but just quoted some Leszek articles in light of the actual situation.Fortunately, she was the first to wrap it up...

"So, Mr. Hai Yi'an, I came to you for another matter." Alisa raised her head and said nervously.

"whats the matter?"

"Can you write a letter, write a letter to Sun Boyang, and help me be a... assistant?"

263 Ascension to the Supreme

"Newspaper, newspaper."

Newsboys on the street weakly waved their newspapers and whispered, looking at the hurrying passers-by with expectations in their eyes.Longing for someone to buy their newspaper.This is their only income during these difficult times, especially for many orphans, or children whose families have no one to work for.

None of the pedestrians around, whether they were well-dressed gentlemen or simply dressed workers, dared to look in the direction of those newsboys.The unprecedented political pressure made everyone in the capital fearful. When Emperor Polo rose, everyone always prayed that today they would not be arrested for collaborating with the enemy, and that today would end peacefully.

For this reason, the number of people buying newspapers in the capital decreased rapidly, and the business of newspapers and periodicals became extremely dilapidated. Everyone wanted to make themselves less conspicuous, and deliberately avoided going close to those who would be noticed by the soldiers. around people.

Lao Yuan implemented an extremely cruel and high-handed system in the capital, and even the entire central province, and carried out bloody suppression of progressives and revolutionaries who would rather kill [-] people than let one go.Central Province used to be a place where progressive people gathered, which is why Lao Yuan tried his best to suppress this place.

In his eyes, he does not need rebellious literati or workers.The reason for retaining the Academy of Engineering is simply to want more skilled workers to work for him and design guns. Allowing the Military Academy and the Republic Academy (formerly the Kingdom Academy) to accept the recommendation of ordinary people is also to create their own party members. That's all.In his eyes, everything is just for the stability of his rule. As for progress?Is there someone like him who would like it?

The situation in the entire central province and the entire capital is not even as good as in the previous kingdom period.After the bourgeoisie lost their restraint, they completely demonstrated their inhumanity. They only need to pay enough taxes to Lao Yuan and the government, and then no one will care about how to toss their workers.They can make workers work overtime, crazy overtime to earn that money back.They will even arrange medical clinics and collude with grain stores to make the workers return all the hard-earned money to them.

When the former Santos father talked about the governess, it may be somewhat joking and exaggerated.But today, this is no longer a half-joking and half-ironic story, but a bloody fact that everyone knows.I don't know how many workers couldn't bear such oppression and protested, but even the slightest joint letter writing would be invaded and led by soldiers.Darkness and dark clouds are already really pressing on the heads of the people in the central province.

"Sell newspapers, sell newspapers. Lord Brave announces that the House of Representatives of the Republic will be officially reorganized starting today, and the speaker and members will be re-elected."

"Sell the newspaper, Lord Brave announces that starting today, he will restore the honor of the expelled nobles..."

One piece of bad news fell on people's heads. The brave man did not bring light and happiness as expected, but instead brought darkness that could not be seen at a glance.Everyone has become numb to the chaotic era, no one knows where the way out is, and there is no hope for the future at all.

The legislators hurried into the Republic Assembly, and they were going to vote on an important resolution today, which was to consider reorganizing the government of the Republic.

"What do you think?" A congressman in a coat said to another gentleman beside him.

"Don't say too much." The gentleman looked around cautiously and said with a hiss.

"Yeah, don't say too much." The congressman said as he walked into the parliament with a sigh.

Every member of parliament sitting in the seat looked sad, and everyone, whether they were bourgeois or aristocratic, looked like the sky was falling.To be honest, even the aristocrats really don't like going back to the old life.They hate the feeling that someone is superior and can decide their life and death at any time, and they prefer this kind of life that no one can do anything about them.Not to mention that the high-ranking person is still not with them, and may erase them at any time and replace them with his own people.

Unlike the twittering in the past, today's parliament is completely quiet.All the MPs were silent, waiting for the parliament to start, waiting for the terrible bad news.

The sound of the collision of leather boots and the marble floor gradually arrived here from far to near, and immediately several soldiers pushed the door and entered.The Brave Faction generals in white uniforms walked in with great strides under the leadership of Jackson, stood in front of the table in the middle of the House, and fell silent after scanning around the House.

"In the parliament, wearing weapons is prohibited, General Jackson, you should understand."

It was Marshal Schvanov who had enough guts to refute. After all, he was also the commander of the garrison of the capital, and he was the only general that the bourgeois faction could take out now, and he was even at the level of an official marshal.It is also quite remarkable to be able to raise a very dignified dissent in this oppressive time.

Marshal Schvanov, wearing white gloves and propping his arms on the table, narrowed his eyes and said seriously to Jackson below.

"I'm sorry, Marshal." Jackson said in a rare and humble way.

"But this law is coming to an end." Jackson raised his head and took off his white gloves and said while propping up the chair with one hand.

"What do you mean?" Deputy Commander Maxim asked suspiciously while holding a document.

"According to the decree issued just now by Lord Brave." Jackson loosened his collar and continued.

"From now on, the Parliament of the Republic will be closed, and the government of the Yundalim Republic will announce the official dissolution of the Parliament."

"What did you say!"

"This is a violation of the country's laws and regulations!"

Many parliamentary representatives stood up excitedly and loudly reprimanded them. At this time, they no longer care about safety or insecurity. This is already a war against their rights, and they must not take a step back.