freenovelworld Chapter 914 Is this some kind of general store you're running?
Chapter 914 Is this some kind of general store you're running?
"Huh? Skipping stones?"
Zhao Gang, who was growing horizontally, couldn't quite keep up with Lao Wang's train of thought.
Until, Old Wang glanced at the pebbles on the ground again...
"Oh! Hey! Got it! I'll help our distinguished guest stretch his muscles so he doesn't get stuck on this bridge!"
Zhao Gang chuckled, bent down and plucked a few more small stones from the roof, tossed them in his hand, and without aiming at anyone, casually tossed them "thud," "thud," at the wooden legs and supports of the log bridge.
The stones hitting the iron frame didn't make a loud noise, but to Junichiro it sounded like thunder. With each sound, his arm holding the log trembled, and his body shook. The log was already swaying, and his actions made it bounce even more violently.
"No...don't throw it! Stop!" Junichiro cried out, his head burying itself behind the wood as if he wanted to embed himself inside it.
Old Wang, hands in his pockets, spoke in a casual tone, as if discussing what he had for dinner: "Stop? Easy. Shake off any unwanted items you have on you, and we'll go downstairs right away, get you a bowl of hot soup noodles, and you can have a good night's sleep."
Junichiro bit his lip until it turned white, his mental defenses on the verge of collapse. He could feel the hard lump at the back of his waistband digging painfully into his tender flesh because his muscles were so tense.
Cold sweat trickled down my spine, icy cold.
He tried to move his feet a little further, but his legs were as weak as noodles and wouldn't obey him. A gust of wind happened to blow by, causing him to stagger—
"what--!"
A scream escaped his lips. He frantically tried to maintain his balance, his arms flailing wildly in the air. The violent sway caused his core to loosen, and a part of his body that he had been tightly holding and deliberately hiding finally lost control.
There was a soft "click".
A small, finger-thick cylinder, tightly wrapped in oiled paper, was found below the waistband of his prison trousers...
It slid out from an extremely well-hidden gap.
The thing didn't fall directly down; instead, it landed on the inside of his tight trouser leg, slid down the sloping fabric, and landed on the bare log at his feet. It even rolled a short distance along the slightly sloping surface of the log due to inertia before coming to a stop, looking particularly glaring.
Junichiro's pupils contracted sharply, his blood seemed to freeze instantly, and the last trace of color drained from his face, leaving only a deathly pallor.
A glint of amusement flashed in Old Wang's eyes, and a victorious smile was about to appear on his lips: This old rascal can't hide it anymore after all!
But before he could even laugh out loud, something unexpected happened!
Junichiro seemed to be provoked by this, or like a string that could no longer hold on snapped; his whole body trembled violently, and then…
"Pat-pat" "Pat-pat" "Pat-pat"
One after another, small cylinders wrapped in oiled paper, like pine cones dropped haphazardly by a startled gray squirrel, or droppings that an alpaca with diarrhea couldn't control, slid out one after another from the same hidden exit!
They scrambled to fall onto the narrow log, making a crisp clattering sound. Some hit the log directly, bounced twice, and rolled into the sand; others slid down Junichiro's trouser legs, bouncing and landing on the pile of straw below, their oil-paper covers slightly deformed, revealing the faint edges of the black cassette tape inside.
An eerie silence fell over the rooftop.
The wind was still howling, and the searchlights continued to sweep across the room regularly, but the smile on Old Wang's face froze completely, replaced by extreme astonishment and disbelief.
He knew Junichiro could hide, but he never expected that this son of a bitch hadn't just hidden one, but... a whole nest of them?!
Zhao Gang's mouth gaped open, big enough to fit an egg. Pointing at the several rolls of "brothers and sisters" that had suddenly appeared on the haystack, he stammered, "I...I fucking...Old Wang...this...this fucking gave birth to pups?!"
Even the badge warriors downstairs, who had been looking up and watching the situation unfold, were clearly stunned, looking at the unexpected guests who had appeared in the haystack, somewhat at a loss.
Junichiro stood frozen on the log bridge, maintaining a comical, almost falling posture. His face turned from white to green, then from green to red, and finally turned ashen.
Old Wang took a deep breath of the cold air, forcibly suppressing the shock in his heart. He stared at Junichiro with a complicated expression:
"Well, Junichiro... you're a real 'talent'! Running a general store in your crotch, huh?!"
……
Just as Old Wang was busy getting Junichiro to lay an egg.
Jiang Xia, along with teachers Shi E and Xu Hua, arrived at a temporary underwater acoustic firing range near the coast of Dalian by car, carrying the set of precision components dismantled from the "Zaochao" ship.
Despite being mentally prepared for the temporary nature of what Teacher Shi'e had said, the scene before him still made Jiang Xia's lips droop.
This is less of a "shooting range" and more of a coastal wasteland that has just been cleared.
As far as the eye could see, only a few rows of simple military tents were pitched forlornly on the gravel beach, with the sea wind howling through them without any obstruction, making the tent fabrics rustle violently.
The so-called "experimental zone" was merely a small area of water barely marked out by buoys along the shore, with an old, small survey vessel moored at a makeshift dock, bobbing with the waves.
A few makeshift utility poles barely held the power lines together, adding to the already strained power supply system's fragility. When the sea breeze blew, the power lines emitted an unsettling "whooshing" sound.
Jiang Xia looked at the swaying power lines, then glanced at the pile of precision equipment components waiting to be tested in the tent, and couldn't help but frown. He asked worriedly, "Teacher Yang, is there enough electricity here? Our equipment is not ordinary. What if the voltage becomes unstable or the circuit breaker trips halfway through the test, and all our previous efforts are wasted?"
That's right to say...
The time has come. Didn't you see that Teacher Shih-E started checking the wires as soon as he arrived at the location?
However, the optimistic old man's face showed no worry, but rather a "well-prepared" optimistic smile: "Don't worry, Comrade Xiao Jiang! Considering that this is a temporary site and the power grid load is indeed tight, the higher-ups have already thought of this. They specially approved several newly arrived mobile generators, which are key equipment for us 'power hogs'! Come on, let me show you, it's right behind the tent."
As he spoke, he led Jiang Xia around to the back of the tent. There, in the open space, stood three small gasoline generators painted in military green, their bodies looking quite new.
Jiang Xia laughed as soon as he saw it.
Hi!
Isn't this the 200cc gasoline engine that the General Machinery Factory made?
I mentioned it briefly at the beginning, but I didn't expect the factory workers to be so capable, expanding the application of this little guy to this area so quickly! Now I feel much more at ease!
"The conditions are rather tough, so please bear with it." Teacher Shi'e rubbed his face, which was numb from the sea breeze, his tone apologetic but his eyes still firm. "Let's move the equipment into tent number one first, where it's relatively dry and the power supply is more stable."
The two returned to the tent and began working with the others to unpack the boxes, preparing to install and debug the underwater acoustic array components that had been removed from the submarine.
The tent was simply furnished, with a few old tables pieced together to form a workbench, on which blueprints, tools and a multimeter were scattered.
Just as the boy was moving a wooden crate to clear a space for the preamplifier of the underwater acoustic system, his gaze swept across the corner of the tent and was drawn to a rather large square object covered with a dark green tarpaulin.
"Huh? What's this...?" Jiang Xia curiously lifted a corner of the rainproof cloth.
The next second, he was stunned.
Under the rainproof cloth was not an ordinary instrument, but a piece of equipment he was extremely familiar with!
Yes! Single-board computer!
Unlike the single-board prototype that Fatty and his team brought to the IEC conference, this one is a real "practical" model!
It was completely encased in a thick, military-green metal shell, with protruding rivets on the edges, like a layer of armor for the equipment.
The front is covered with fine heat dissipation grilles, with a fist-sized black power switch embedded in the center, and anti-slip texture engraved on the handle.
The side panel is more practical, with four universal interfaces side by side, each covered with a rubber dust cover and labeled in white: “Magnetic Tape,” “Signal Input,” “Display,” and “Printer.”
This is much rougher than that refined prototype, but like a rock on the beach, it exudes a toughness that can withstand any hardship.
"How come there's one of these things here?"
On second thought, the boy clicked his tongue: "It seems that Motherland really cherishes this 'underwater ear'..."