Chapter 27 Just a Mechanical Technician Temple Street is not the most squalid place in Hong Kong and Kowloon, but it is definitely the most bizarre place.
Here, you can buy not only local products, but also some South Asian witchcraft supplies for sale. As for the most in-demand foreign goods, there are naturally more, which is dizzying for everyone to see.
Yin Xiu comes here often, not only to buy some parts for modification, but also to inquire about the recent trend.
So as soon as he walked into Temple Street, someone recognized him.
"Brother, some new gears have recently arrived. Let's take a look. They are chromium-gold and have six-month maintenance included. The strength is guaranteed to be no problem."
"Come and take a look at mine too. The latest version of the "Maintenance Manual" just came from Europa. Although it is not a new book, the content is correct. If there is any damage, please contact me directly and I will pay for it!"
"The Alchemist Guild's new coordinator can only be obtained by those who are familiar with it. Come and have a look."
Yin Xiu dealt with the crowd with a smile, and finally got rid of them. She walked to a familiar stall and picked out a few parts that seemed to be of good quality.
He mixed the note with the parts and handed it to the stall owner, saying softly: "Boss, can you help me see if these are suitable?"
The old man guarding the stall had a bad look. He held the parts, looked at them closely, and then put the parts and the note into the bag. His voice was also much quieter.
"Are you going to find Naihanagao?"
Cauliflower male? Yin Xiu frowned when he heard the nickname.
Generally speaking, only the wrong name was given, not the wrong nickname, which made the image of a wretched man appear in his mind.
The boss didn't see his reaction and just continued: "Caihuaxiong has changed his stall recently. There is a broken house behind the Chenghuang Temple, and he is hiding in it."
"How did he get there?"
"Hey, this kid took the wrong medicine! He just smashed his own sign. Last time, a swordsman got crazy and asked him to modify his prosthetic body. You also know that these guys who lick blood from the knife edge are very crazy. Modification is just a matter of course. We don’t care about power, safety, or suitability.
Nahanao was also a lunatic, so he really helped him change it. As a result, when the swordsman was fighting with someone, the prosthetic body was overclocked and broke into several pieces. Those fragments blew up the swordsman until he couldn't even give a fuck. acknoledged. "
Yin Xiu nodded understandingly, "Then no wonder he is hiding."
"Yes, so don't blame me for being nagging. It's okay to buy things from that guy, but don't listen to him and change things randomly."
"Well, I see, thanks."
Yin Xiu paid the money and left. The rule of Temple Street is that people and goods are cleared, and there is no question about what others are going to do.
After a while, Yin Xiu came to the house behind the Chenghuang Temple, the door of which was covered by wormwood.
Originally, such old houses should not exist in the urban area, but the urban renewal of Temple Street has been stopped for many years, and the houses originally planned for demolition were not demolished for some reason.
New houses and streets were simply built next to them, bordering the old neighborhoods, forming an unusually strange picture, a combination of old and bustling, with prosperity mixed with desolation.
Yin Xiu pushed lightly, and the door panel that had been in disrepair collapsed suddenly, causing a cloud of grasshoppers and a skinny man to rise.
"Who!?"
The man held a shining knife in his hand.
"Cai...Brother Xiong, I want to buy something from you."
Yin Xiu smiled and spread his hands to show that he was not in any danger.
"Buying something? I don't sell anything here. Go look elsewhere. There are many people selling things outside."
He seemed very agitated, and in just a short period of time, he had scratched his inner thigh several times.
Yin Xiu said calmly: "Brother Xiong, I am not a swordsman."
Nahanao's voice became obviously louder, "What do you mean? Are you looking for trouble? Then you have picked the wrong person."
He moved the knife back and forth in his hand, and it looked like a moving cold light that was about to pierce someone's eyes in the next second. "This is a good knife. Although the blade has been tempered by cold fire and is a little short, it is enough for killing people."
Nahanao was obviously stunned for a moment, "Do you know anything about knives?"
"I don't know, I just know something about metal materials."
Nahanao was obviously relieved, as long as he wasn't the swordsman who came to seek revenge on him.
"Are you an alchemist?"
Yin Xiu told the truth: "I am just a mechanical technician without a license. I do the same thing in the factory every day. Every product can be assembled with my eyes closed. The only weird things are the mechanical failures." .”
"A machine looks simple, just a bunch of springs and gears put together, but in fact it is much more complex than a human being."
Caihuaxiong put away the knife, picked up a bench at random, and waved for Yin Xiu to come and sit down.
"Foreigners think that they are the creators after they invented the machine, and they always have to come up with this specification and that manual. But in fact, they only have a superficial understanding of it. Every machine has its own temperament."
Yin Xiu's eyes widened, "Brother Xiong, do you think machines have a temper?"
"That's not all. In addition to temper, there is also personality. For example, the mechanical wheel set that skeins yarn in the factory is very different from the machine tool that is responsible for polishing the parts. This is not just the difference between one lump of iron and another. .”
"Is there any cigarette?" he asked.
"Sorry, I don't smoke."
Caihuaxiong seemed a little disappointed. He turned around and looked around, picked up a piece of wormwood from his side and bit it in his mouth.
"Do you have a dream?"
As if not expecting Yin Xiu to answer, he added: "My dream is to one day take the perpetual motion machine I invented to participate in some world expo.
Show those foreign devils that we Tang people can also build the world's top machinery, instead of just doing hard labor spinning yarn and building railways for them. "
As he spoke, he scratched his inner thigh again, "You won't understand even if I talk too much. Tell me, what's the matter with you?"
Yin Xiu lowered his head, rolled up the sleeve of his left hand, gently grasped the bionic skin with his fingers, and pushed it back, revealing the wrist hidden under the skin.
Through the layers of mechanical structures, dots of firelight loomed underneath.
After just one glance, Nahanao covered the exposed part with his hand and whispered: "Expert, it's not convenient to talk here. Why don't we go into the house? That house is very big."
Entering the house, Yin Xiu completely took off the bionic skin on her arms, revealing her cold, precise yet rough arms.
Cai Huaxiong gently held Yin Xiu's prosthetic body with both hands, marveling at it and stroking it uncontrollably.
"Reciprocating bearings, three-layer wheelsets, and horizontally opposed cylinders are all available on the market, but I have yet to see anyone who can perfectly arrange them together."
"Brother, who the hell are you?"
"Just a mechanical technician."
After Nai Hanaxiong recovered from the shock, Yin Xiucai explained his purpose to him.
Nahanao nodded and said: "Modify this hand? If you can trust me, I will definitely have no problem. Even if you don't tell me, I will kneel down and beg you to let me change it. But I have two requirements."
One is that I must smoke while working, the Arc de Triomphe of the Red Card.
Second, I want to eat roast goose legs for midnight snack. "
(End of this chapter)