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Huang Cheng: "It's a small matter, what are the names of those two people? Ask them to report to the company in a few days and I will make arrangements."
High Priest: "Two little girls, one named Jiavir and the other named Zumama."
Huang Cheng: "What kind of things do they want to learn? Literature or art?"
High Priest: "Well, we can't say that it has nothing to do with these two things. It can only be said that they are incomparable. Jiaweier wants to learn medical technology, and Zumama wants to learn mechanical manufacturing."
Good guys, it is indeed the two of them.
When the high priest said they were two girls, two figures appeared in Huang Cheng's mind.
It seems that some of the schools he built can no longer satisfy their desire for knowledge.
When he went to Sargon to look for a raw material production base, he was stopped as soon as he entered.
The person who stopped him was not an official, but Jiaweier, who looked a bit like a young girl, and wanted to quarrel with him when he came up.
The result is obvious, Huang Cheng can be said to have narrowly defeated Jiaweil.
Although Huang Cheng could almost crush Jiaweil in terms of physical fitness, at that time Huang Cheng didn't pay much attention to the cultivation of combat skills, so he almost overturned, if it weren't for the fact that he was far superior to her in terms of physical strength.
In the end, he found a flaw and defeated Gaviel with one blow. Otherwise, he would have suffered a disastrous defeat.
And this also opened up some roads in the rainforest and was recognized by the crocodile people there.
Then he met Zumama from another tribe. This time there was no fighting and the exchange between the two sides was relatively peaceful.
Huang Cheng took out some translated books and handed them to Zumama, and said that these books recorded knowledge about mechanical manufacturing.
Zumama couldn't resist this temptation at all, and Huang Cheng, who knew how to do what she wanted, even handed her a robot under his hand.
In this way, the two major tribes in this rainforest reached cooperation with him.
As expected, it was the two of them who wanted to get out of the rainforest.
Of course, this request was not made by the high priest on his own initiative, but when the two girls learned that the high priest was coming to Victoria to see him.
The two girls begged the high priest for help.
Huang Cheng has never been stingy with those who are eager to learn, but where should he put them?
Victoria? Don't be too prosperous, it won't do any good to the two fledglings.
Moreover, they cannot adapt to the fast pace of life here.
What about going to Ursus? It's not very good there, it's a terrible place, and the climate isn't very suitable for people like them coming out of a tropical rainforest.
After much thought, Huang Cheng finally settled on a place.
Kazdale.
Why choose Kazdale? Huang Cheng certainly didn't choose randomly.
As we all know, Kelsey's main occupation now is a doctor, so Gavier should be able to learn a lot from working under her.
Now Kazdale is in a period of rapid development and needs many skilled workers to learn new technologies.
And because he couldn't recruit teachers, Huang Cheng directly invited some technical staff working under his banner from other places. It didn't matter if they couldn't teach, as they were very good at operations.
Just meets Zumama's needs.
Of course Huang Cheng would not put it anywhere else, as other places could not guarantee the safety of the two of them.
Now Kazdaele is like an empty powder keg being filled with gunpowder. Although it will be peaceful now and for a period of time in the future, there is no guarantee that there will be any accidents.
So Huang Cheng only planned to put the two of them in that part of the "concession" under his jurisdiction.
Although the land was nominally returned, in reality it was still the same as before.
Huang Cheng still has the ability to manage that land.
Chapter 103 Song of the Kazdare Workers
At this time, workers in a factory in Kazdale were holding a celebration party to celebrate the completion of a major project they had just completed.
Although they had just taken a break and immediately received the next order, they had no complaints.
Because for them now. Having a safe job to do, getting paid, and having food and clothing is their greatest happiness now.
Not to mention that you now have to work an hour less than before, now you only have to work 9 hours.
There are still three days before the next start of work, which means they have three days to celebrate and have fun.
"Brother, I heard that you can write songs?" A sturdy worker patted a young boy with a delicate face and said.
"Yes, I used to be a musician, but I just left school after suffering from mineral sickness." The young man said with a slight embarrassment.
"Sir, you are really a great talent. A Sakaz who can play music is harder to find than those so-called maharajas."
"Uncle, please stop praising me. I'm really not that good."
"It's like this. My co-workers and I have something we would like to ask you for help with."
"If you have any questions, just come and tell me. I will definitely help you within my ability."
The strong worker cleared his throat and said sincerely:
"Sir, we would like to ask you to write a song for us workers, do you think it is okay?"
When he heard that he was asked to write a song, the young man was a little surprised. He waved his hands quickly and said, "No, I haven't been exposed to music for a long time. If you ask me to write a song, I guess I can't even sing it myself."
"Sir, we don't need any profound music, we just need a piece of music that reflects us, no matter what the song is, as long as it can be sung.
As you know, although life in this factory is better than before, the roar of the machines is too noisy, and we need some music to relieve our boredom."
After speaking, the worker took out a bag of things from his backpack.
"Sir, this is a little money that my co-workers and I put together. Please, please create a song for us."
"Sir, you're serious. I can't accept this money. I'll give it a try about music..."
In the end, the young man accepted the money. This was not because he was greedy, but because the worker's eyes were too sincere.
It would be rude not to accept it.
Returning to his small home in the evening, the boy began to think about song creation.
Three days.
He only had three days.
To be honest, there is absolutely no problem in writing a completely illogical song in three days.
It also perfectly meets the demands of this group of workers.
But when the boy thought about the workers' desire for him and their trust in him, the boy felt that he could never just deal with it casually.
This is irresponsible to oneself and even more blasphemous to music.
But writing a good song is not easy.
The boy wrote over and over again on the paper in his hand all night long, and wiped it again and again.
In just one night, the trash can next to me was already full of scraps.
He didn't stop until daybreak. He didn't create a song.
But he had run out of paper.
"Go buy paper. I hope that store is open now."
The boy put on his coat and ran quickly to the canteen in the center of the city in the morning breeze.
Perhaps he was a little tired after a night of hard work. He had just run 100 meters when he tripped over a slightly larger stone on the road. He accidentally fell heavily to the ground.
It seemed that he stood up tremblingly, wiped the blood on his hands casually, and then wanted to run again.
But the blur in his eyes forced him to sit down and rest for a while.
"Maybe I shouldn't be so anxious,"
The boy was lying on the abandoned pile of rocks, ready to squint his eyes and rest for a while, even though his home was only 100 meters away from him.
But as soon as he closed his eyes, he heard a loud sound.
Excavator? Really unlucky today.
He said this to himself, but didn't he get up.
He is too tired.
The boy still closed his eyes, preparing to endure the noisy machine.
Slowly, his consciousness began to become weak, as if he was about to fall asleep.
At this time, the mechanical sounds nearby were getting louder and more diverse.
In his chaotic consciousness, the young man suddenly remembered the worker's words to him.
We want to dance on steel.
Dancing on steel.
steel......
As if for a moment, the young man who was still confused seemed to suddenly not feel the noise of the machine next to him.
There was silence.
But soon the voice came to mind.
It’s the sound of an excavator digging through the sand.
Grain is growing. That is the sound of a seeder.
The violent knocking was the sound of the forging machine.
Now it seems that all the sounds are reaching the young man's ears, but it does not seem confusing to the young man's ears now.
The young man now wanted to open his eyes and see what was going on around him, but there seemed to be a voice in his heart telling him not to wake up.
Time passed like this, and the sound of the drum tower's mechanical ensemble seemed to have reached its climax.
In an instant all the machines started running.
The young man seemed to hear a voice at this moment.