Chapter 20

It only took seven short days.

During these seven days, Zhou Zhou Zhou Yonghui felt like he was in a dream, watching Song Qi hand-craft an aerospace engine, spot-weld a helicopter propeller...

He actually spent seven days hand-crafting a helicopter that looked incredibly badass!

Is Song Qi even human?

Is there any justice left?

You have to know, even for a team of a thousand people, building a brand-new helicopter would take at least five years, right!

And that’s a conservative estimate.

But Song Qi, just two people?

And one of them is just a handsome guy who only knows how to hand over a hammer!

He actually spent seven days hand-crafting a helicopter.

Regardless of whether this helicopter can actually take off, Song Qi, just based on this unique skill, has already beaten 90% of the audience in the comments section...

Beside him.

Song Qi looked at the pitch-black giant crouching in the workshop.

He finally nodded in satisfaction.

This helicopter was pitch black all over, full of futuristic technology, and looked extremely cool!

The size of this machine alone was three times that of a regular helicopter, and the interior space was incredibly spacious, enough to accommodate dozens of people!

It was like a small passenger plane.

The two cannon-sized nozzles at the front of the fuselage were not weapon systems carried by the helicopter, but merely two ordinary water cannons.

As for more specific performance, we’ll have to wait for on-site testing to know...

All-liquid metal, air-source displacement, hydrogen-hydrogen fusion armed rescue helicopter!

Finally, the great work is complete!

At this time, it was already dusk outside the Third Institute.

The setting sun was exceptionally charming.

"Song Qi! The great work is complete!"

"Should we go have some fun?"

Zhou Zhou Zhou Yonghui leaned his large head over, a strange smile always on his face.

"Have some fun?"

"What kind of fun?"

"Should we go to an internet cafe to play games?" Song Qi scratched his head, full of question marks.

"Tsk!"

"Games, games!"

"All you know is games!"

"Can’t you be a bit more ambitious?"

Zhou Zhou Zhou Yonghui poked Song Qi’s arm with his elbow: "Two grown men like us, if we want to have fun, of course we have to go to the places men should go..."

"Places men should go?"

"Yes! Places men should go!"

"Hehehe..." ===== CHAPTER 41 =====

Xijing, Jixiang Village.

In the pitch-black night, a car stopped steadily under a neon sign.

"Alright! Song Qi, we’re here, let’s get out!"

Following two *bang* sounds of doors closing, Song Qi looked up at the glowing neon sign and fell into confusion.

"Shuimu Shuimu Lanting Foot Bath Club?"

Song Qi’s eyes widened immediately.

"Weren't we going to the internet cafe to play games? Why are we here?"

Although Song Qi was a rich second generation, he had been strictly managed by his family since he was a child.

Naturally, he had never been exposed to such places.

Therefore, he appeared exceptionally bewildered.

But Zhou Zhou Zhou Yonghui on the other side appeared very relaxed; the smile on his face folded into wrinkles, and his smile was as warm as if he had returned home.

"Playing games at an internet cafe isn't as fun as riding horses here!"

"Why are young boys these days so bad at enjoying life!"

"This is Jixiang Village, young man! Do you understand the gold content of Jixiang Village!"

"Let’s go! Follow brother, brother will take you to chat with the aunties of Jixiang Village!"

Zhou Zhou Zhou Yonghui didn't know where he learned the Xijing dialect, but it sounded incredibly strange.

After speaking, Zhou Zhou Zhou Yonghui grabbed Song Qi’s arm and walked into "Shuimu Shuimu Lanting."

"Shuimu Shuimu Lanting welcomes you home! Two VIPs!"

As soon as they entered, they saw a row of young ladies dressed in flashy short skirts, bowing deeply to the two, revealing long, narrow cleavage.

Zhou Zhou Zhou Yonghui’s eyes were about to fall out.

Under the gaze of the abyss, he gradually lost himself...

But Zhou Zhou Zhou Yonghui was a veteran after all.

He had seen many such small waves.

Soon.

The two were led into a dim little room; the room was decorated in an antique style, with flowers, plants, calligraphy, and ancient paintings everywhere.

The only slight imperfection was that the room’s lighting was too dim.

What if the young lady washing my feet later starts getting handsy with me?

Song Qi thought to himself.

"Two VIPs!"

A young woman in her thirties, still possessing a lingering charm, walked in from outside.

"Welcome home! Shuimu Shuimu Lanting has been waiting for you for a long time!"

"Our shop has 588, 988, 1688..."

"Stop listing them!"

Zhou Zhou Zhou Yonghui waved his hand domineeringly, "The most expensive one!"

"My buddy and I, we only wash our feet with the most expensive!"

"Have your shop’s number 66 and number 88 technicians come over; my buddy and I, we aren't short on money!!"

Seeing Zhou Zhou Zhou Yonghui’s arrogant appearance, Song Qi couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration.

If nothing else, just this temperament, Zhou Zhou Zhou Yonghui really nailed it!

The young woman beside them was slightly stunned, then hurriedly nodded.

"Okay, brother!"

"Gold-medal technicians will be here soon!"

"Please wait a moment."

After speaking.

The young woman exited the room, closed the private room door from the outside, and the *clack-clack-clack* sound of her high heels faded away.

Zhou Zhou Zhou Yonghui felt as if he had returned home; he held his head comfortably and said with extreme satisfaction: "Little Song! Do you know why I picked number 66 and number 88?"

Song Qi shook his head.

"I don't know..."

"Let me tell you, this is the experience your Brother Zhou has gained after roaming the world for so many years!"

"In every shop, number 66 and number 88 are the top performers!"

"How about that! Following your Brother Zhou out, you won't lose out, right..."

Zhou Zhou Zhou Yonghui held his head, saying triumphantly. ===== CHAPTER 42 =====