Traveling through the 60s, an interstellar woman makes a fortune by selling men

Wei Wei drove 'slowly'. From time to time, a person would appear on the street. He had no sense of danger and ran wildly at will. He couldn't just step on the accelerator and drive as he wanted in the wilderness or in the dead of night.

Damn it, why does the car have to have four wheels to run on the ground, but it can't fly in the sky?

Flying in the sky is much safer. At most, two speeding cars will collide. Well, nothing will happen. They won't hit anyone.

The lucky Xiao Hanyue was sent home by Wei Wei with a smile on her face. She didn't know whether Wei Wei would sell the design of the car to her.

But since Shi Jingming and Wei Wei were at odds with each other first, Xiao Hanyue thought to take it easy first and let her silly brother have a look. If he refused, forget it.

Everything is based on friendship, and nothing else matters.

Wei Wei put down the two hitchhikers and continued driving towards Wei's house. In the distance, she saw a jeep parked in front of her house.

It's rare that the unscrupulous uncle hasn't appeared for several months, probably because he didn't dare to show up if he asked Chu Batian to bring it to her.

Zhang Zeliang, who was sitting in the back seat, had already stuck his head out and was observing this slowly approaching car. It had a new shape, a dark color, and a stylish car that had never been seen on the market before.

Thoughts were flying, if Wei Wei could not be found again this time, that Baotan who was supporting the North Vietnamese army at the border would come back.

Wei Wei pulled out the car keys and got out of the car. Zhang Zeliang got out of the car with Chu Batian, "Wei Wei, it's not easy to find you. Have you been causing trouble somewhere recently?"

Weiwei glanced behind. Chu Batian was carrying boxes of mechanical balls and placing them on the ground. The accumulated quantity, newly produced in the past few months, might not all be in it.

For the first time, she faced the cheap labor force of a big country. The military factory she went to last time, with all the strength of the factory, could produce 500 pieces a month. Excluding the 2000 pairs that were moved to her before, there are now tens of thousands of pairs piled here. Well, manpower is indeed worthless.

Wei Wei raised her eyebrows, "Major General Zhang, what brought you here and brought you so many boxes? Is this a gift for me?"

There was a fire in Wei Wei's heart. She knew what was inside, but she insisted on saying it like this, making it clear that she would make people unable to step down.

Zhang Zeliang's smile froze, a gift? By the way, last time I took away the mechanical ball in the second month, the money has not been settled yet. Does this girl think he is a defaulter?

"Weiwei, let's not stand here talking, let's talk inside first." Zhang Zeliang said softly, "Today, I brought you some good news, which is a belated Mid-Autumn Festival gift for you. Unfortunately, I came here several times. , you are nowhere to be found, there is only a silly boy being supervised and endorsed by a young comrade, and I don’t even know where to find it.”

Having said this, Weiwei is also curious about whether the so-called good news is about communication equipment? Or was it the purge of Kyoto last year? Or maybe she got promoted?

With expectations, Weiwei asked Zhang Zeliang to go ahead. Zhang Zeliang had no doubt that he was there. He was used to walking in front, so he thought Weiwei was one year older and more sensible.

Unexpectedly, Wei Wei turned around and blocked Chu Batian who was holding a box of mechanical balls behind him.

Chu Batian: ...Thank you very much, at least I wasn’t beaten out.

Zhang Zeliang at the door was stunned by the showmanship. What kind of fuss was going on?

"Wei Wei, what are you doing? There is a mechanical ball inside that can bring you a steady stream of money. Don't you like money the most?" Zhang Zeliang already had an ominous premonition, but before Wei Wei said anything, he still Have a glimmer of hope.

"What the hell, I don't want it anymore, don't give it to me. A few months ago, you asked the little brother outside to take the lead. It didn't mean that the higher-ups decided to summon the ghost ball masters and let them do it. You asked those people to find them."

Wei Wei sneered, maybe if he turned around to look for her again, she would just have a spare tire?

"Wei Wei, don't be angry," Zhang Zeliang apologized and said, "It's not that they don't have the skills. You still have to do this job, and you deserve the money."

"No, I can't make any more money. I work overtime and only sleep three or four hours a day. I'm too tired. You and the people in charge above think that I'm taking advantage of black money and deliberately asking for high prices." Wei Wei said nonsense casually, Zhang Zeliang was even more ashamed after hearing this.

"Yes, yes, Uncle Zhang misunderstood. I thought this was just a test of a person's quick eyesight, quick hands, and dexterity. I didn't know the difficulties involved. Please forgive me for once."

Not only did Zhang Zeliang regret it, but the decision-maker who decided to abandon Wei Wei's line and summon the masters of Guigongqiu to inspect it was even more regretful.

Zhang Zeliang reported difficulties several times, and the outrageous sums of money that came with them were the driving factors for the establishment of the mechanical ball maintenance department of the military factory.

However, it can be said that in the past few months since its establishment, masters gathered from all over the country have only succeeded. Only ten mechanical balls were successfully repaired in one month, and there is no such thing as practice makes perfect.

The masters across the country were organized into a department, with a fixed monthly salary expenditure. In the end, not only did the mechanical balls pile up more and more, the front line was rushed, and the final loss reached a huge amount of 2. It was better to give Wei Wei more money.

Zhang Zeliang cursed on the spot. It was his superior who decided the matter, but in the end he had to clean up the mess. Is Weiwei the one who came and went when you called for it?

"As you can see, I've found myself a good place to play now, a machine shop. Here, I drove back a really great off-road vehicle. I've long since lost sight of that damn mechanical ball." Wei Wei said While walking inside.

Zhang Zeliang chased after him with perseverance and said kind words, "Weiwei, give uncle some face, just once, and take over this job again, okay?"

"I won't do it..." So many mechanical balls were given to North Vietnam, the future enemy, and he was so upset that he vomited.

"Give me some face..." Zhang Zeliang said one good word at a time, "Uncle, I want to block my own credibility..."

"Your face is worthless, and you still owe me 4200 yuan." Wei Wei snorted, "Also, from last year to now, I have received many bonuses for punishing rapes and eradicating evil, but not once..."

"Besides, your credit here with me has been bankrupt long ago. It turned into ashes and was blown away by the wind. There is nothing left." Wei Wei counted, and then he was shocked to realize that this old man owed her a huge debt.

Zhang Junwan, who heard 4200 yuan next to her, shook her hands and the book she was holding fell to the ground. Oh my god, how could this happen...

When Xiao Xiao heard the amount of money, his legs went weak and he sat down. He jumped up with a sound of "Ouch~" and said, "It's hot, hot, hot to death." There were only two crisp cracking sounds, and the two Flower God Cups were broken into pieces. Eight petals.

However, Xiao Xiao's mind was all on his butt, and he jumped into the lake. Fortunately, it was on the shore, and the water just reached his waistline.

Wei Wei glanced at the Flower God Cup without a whole corpse on the ground, stepped on it, and casually trampled two pieces into powder.