A locomotive repair workshop in the basement of the airport.

More than a dozen metal intelligent robots without simulated skins are silently operating several large and exaggerated precision machine tools, which are repairing or modifying gorgeous motorcycles on the operating table.

There was an area in the corner that looked a little messy. An old goatee-bearded white-haired man was wearing a white long goat and playing with his round single mirror in one hand. He was sitting on a floating transportation machine and looked at a young man sitting on the ground with great interest.

The child looks like he is twelve or 3 years old, with an old-fashioned mid-length split head that makes people laugh. His hair ends are as crooked as if they have been gnawed by a dog. It is obviously cut by himself, and his face is covered with oily work clothes mixed with constant dripping sweat.

From the place where the sweat flowed on the face, it could be seen that the skin was still very white and tender.

At this time, the child was sitting on the ground, wearing a mechanical operating arm with his right hand, and quickly changing various tools at the top of the operating arm with his left hand. Occasionally, he stood up and ran to search for some needed parts. There were two broken limbs of the crashed vehicles scattered there, and he had dismantled them. However, the child's pupils were very strange. When he looked at things, his pupils seemed to tremble, and the rotation speed seemed to be a bit exaggerated.

It seems that he is assembling a slightly complex and...ugly semi-automatic mechanical operating arm at this moment. However, depending on the situation, the robotic arm he wants to install is really very different from the image of a robotic arm projected in front of him, and it is very different.

The young man's expression was a bit ferocious, and his mouth was muttering something repeatedly. From time to time, he could hear some synonyms about certain ancestors, mixed with swear words from various countries.

His name is Hou Fei, and he is a boy who was lost when he was four years old.

What is incredible is that he was lost in this very tight operating workshop. From the camera, he walked down from the car modification customer reception center upstairs, and he also entered different seven-digit access passwords correctly at the two access control locations.

I confirmed afterwards that it was indeed a coincidence. Because it was wrong to ask him to press the password again immediately.

The goatee's old man once found no relative DNA records in the population big data system.

No identity recognition!

From his childhood words, I felt that he should have a father, but he hadn't lived together for a long time. His mother should be a life-type intelligent robot. Because after he got lost, he also cried for a while to find his mother. Until later, when he saw the smart nanny robot in the living room of the goatee-bearded old man, he excitedly hugged it and called it. This robot has a unified appearance. Therefore, it is inferred that the mother he mentioned was once a smart life-type robot of the same style.

After Hou Fei was lost, no one or the local area issued a missing person notice or notice. Moreover, this place is not as good as the city, where there are police stations, adoption centers, orphanages.

In this area, as long as you put such a lonely child on the street, you will be able to flip into the dark back street garbage dump within two days.

Perhaps because he was sweet-mouthed, he kept calling the goatee-bearded old man grandfather. Later, I don’t know why the old man just upgraded the access control system at that time. After checking whether there were any related missing person notices and other matters, he actually left the child by his side and did not tell anyone.

Of course, there is no such thing as schools in this area, so when other children started to attend primary education schools, they rode on the neck of intelligent operating robots in various modification workshops and began to become illegal child laborers here.

Now Hou Fei is fourteen years old, one or two years older than he looks. From childhood to adulthood, according to his identity authority, the farthest place to enter and exit freely is the club restaurant kitchen next to him. Of course, under the old man's license, he can also enter the fighting club hall next to the restaurant.

The world he knew was just a big area.

The computers he can use, and even cannot access the public network, are the only movies he has.

The reason why he can speak many countries' languages ​​is thanks to the kitchen next door, where the chefs come from various countries, and most of them are introverted. In addition to having a few more words to communicate with this half-aged child, they really have no place to speak. Of course, most of these chefs have an ulterior motive.

At this moment, Hou Fei is completing an operation in a limited time: using two destroyed racing cars, assemble a medium-sized robotic arm, and then using this robotic arm to disassemble and repair as much as possible, and finally put all of these parts in the scrap recycling system to evaluate the value.

If the value is greater than twice the original value, you can get 75 Chinese coins pocket money, which can meet the minimum consumption standard of the underground fighting club next to the restaurant: a cup of white water!

Then you can watch a boxing match.

He has no membership and customer identification, or even an identity identification number. Its identity identification system here was pulled from an intelligent maintenance robot and hung it on his neck. Once he walked out of the bar door, he would be stunned by the high-voltage electric electric shock of the riot robot and brought back to the workshop. He had personally experienced many replies when he was ten years old.

The old goatee's name is Hu Yue, and everyone here calls him Yue Lao.

Yue Lao has worked here for many years and is a weirdo. Apart from talking to Hou Fei and the account manager upstairs, she hardly talks to anyone here.

All his assistants and operators are expensive industrial-grade intelligent robots. Apart from occasionally having a few drinks at the Fighting Club, they almost never leave this modified and repair city workshop.

"Ding" Hou Fei's projection timer next to him.

Hou Fei threw down the medium-sized robotic arm in his hand a little annoyed, picked up the walkie-talkie, and called several machine trucks to bring a pile of parts around him and put the scrap iron onto the operating table. He looked at the old man reluctantly: "Old man, let's evaluate."

Old Yue had a smile on his face, driving the cooperator to the machine tool, turned on the scanner and asked the scrap recycling system to evaluate these messy things. The result was 1.5 times the value of the original scrap iron.

Hou Fei wailed: "Grandpa, it was still four hours last weekend, but why did it become three and a half hours this weekend? If I repair the maglev balancer, it would be at least five times the scrap iron! This week is the final of Taihu Badipan and Dong Ge. Please be fine..."

Old Yue glanced at Hou Fei disdainfully: "I have told you so many times that those fights have no meaning to you in repairing your car properly. By the way, I asked you to take back those videos of the rabbit girl holding signs, but you shot them all wrongly last week. So you were fined for half an hour, hehe, it seems that you can't go."

After saying that, with a wave of his hand, a large pile of waste was sent out by a transport plane.

Hou Fei was sobbing and muttered: Farke, Grandpa, I am already taller than you now. The secret photography angles you want can't be as easy as when I was a child. I almost got rid of the crescent moon last time."

While complaining, a red rear wing suspended sports car was transported back from the operating table.

Yue Lao pointed to the sports car: "Hey, don't say you won't give you a chance. The customer asked to increase the 7 ion hydraulic injection volume. There is no modification program in the database. I will have tonight. I don't have time to write this modification program. If you complete it, you will be rewarded with 200 Chinese coins. If you can't finish it, you won't have to think about seeing it next week."

After saying that, he turned around and went straight to the studio. He muttered: "Little brat, he is so tall, he is making great progress... If I had done it when I was young, the results of three hours would be much higher than yours now. No, no, no, it would definitely be two and a half hours..."

Hou Fei curled his lips, pulled the scanner, and began to carefully scan and check the newly arrived sports car.

In order to gain greater friction during racing and facilitate cornering operations, few cars generally maglevs fully maglev like ordinary maglevs, but only the rear half is suspended, and the front half still uses characteristic tires.

When driving in a straight line, nitrogen will be used to inject into the engine or more advanced hydrazine fuel injection to promote it.

However, the most luxurious thing is to use liquid ion jets, but adding liquid ion jets is very dangerous. This speed is too high, and the requirements for the car structure and the driver's body protection are very high, making it very easy to have accidents.

After checking the car condition, Hou Fei cursed: "You're so fucking dead, right? Humph, seven quantities, I'll take a look. The maximum limit of the data is only five quantities in the database, and it is installed on a titanium steel frame. You have a Porsche 7X. This frame is equipped with ion jets, and there are seven quantities! This will disintegrate instantly..."

Although I was silent, I still sat next to the operating table and meditated hard in order to watch a game of 75 Chinese coins at night.

If the owner knew about this, after he paid a deposit of 1.4 million yuan, his beloved car was being thought about how to assemble for 200 Chinese coins, and he would immediately have a lifelong life with the manager who was jokingly scattered upstairs.

Two hours have passed, and a car that was not an exaggerated but absolutely gorgeous has been dismantled into a large area. As soon as it was finished, the new pile of equipment ordered by Hou Fei through the system was transported to the workshop.

Three more hours passed, and through several auxiliary robots and Hou Fei's busyness, the car was reassembled again.
Chapter completed!