Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

Zhao Ke was very clear about the value of "Black Factory", even if it was black as hell.

But the items processed by it have indeed been greatly improved.

Just because of this, Zhao Ke will never sell this stamp.

But he would like to sublet it to Yang Wancai.

This is learning and selling now.

However, after Yang Wancai calculated the bill carefully, he finally gave up.

In business, it's not worth it.

"Then let's get started."

Yang Wancai disagreed, so Zhao Ke stopped entangled in this issue.

After Yang Wancai called out his stamp album.

There seems to be some selection made on the stamp album.

Suddenly, in the vacant room on the left, there was a roar of machinery.

At the same time, Zhao Ke also received a reminder.

"Reminder: Your special stamp "Black Factory" is in the form of subletting and buying property in the ghost market. You can choose to control the property at any time through the stamp album."

"Reminder: "Black Factory" has been purchased as an industry, and its nature has changed. You need to pay "Black Factory" a 30-point start-up fee and a 30-point maintenance fee. You will need to pay again after one month in the next real time."

Zhao Ke looked at these two prompts, and after choosing to pay the activation fee and maintenance fee, he couldn't wait to walk into the room.

Push open the door.

The thick and pungent smell of motor oil hits the face in the air.

"Boom, boom, boom,"

Two huge oil pumps pushed the huge gears to rotate in a cloud of water vapor.

Not far away, there are figures of some workers, busy pushing the dyes on their hands into the furnace of the factory.

This steel monster-like factory was completely exposed in front of Zhao Ke.

Two foremen with no popularity on their faces came from a distance with expressionless faces.

These two guys are obviously the foremen of the factory.

Zhao Ke stared at these two guys, and after a closer look, he felt familiar.

It seemed that he had seen several workers in the terrifying space of the black factory.

It's just similar, but not real.

Zhao Ke tried to order to the two of them: "Process these two boxes of pills."

The foreman nodded dully, and carried two large boxes of medicine into the factory.

At the same time, pass a list to Zhao Ke.

After Zhao Ke took over the list, it turned out that after "Black Factory" was embedded as an industry, the ability became a list of options, and there were some changes in details.

Normal processing, overload processing.

The two options are on the list, and ordinary processing will not be mentioned.

Overload: Consume 4 points to enter the overload state.

In the state of overload, your production success rate is temporarily increased by 50%!! And there is a 20% probability of producing high-quality products.

Zhao Ke chose overload without hesitation.

Below the list, there are two more options.

whether mixed processing ()

Whether to add other materials ()

Zhao Ke thought for a while, and ticked off both of them.

At the same time, some ginseng essence and air roots were taken out from the Daxia Ding and handed over to the foreman.

I wanted to find the old deer, but this old guy was stabbed by himself last time, and the injury has not healed yet.

Seeing this, Zhao Ke gave up the idea after thinking about it.

After all, Sambar is an old thing, and it is better to use it at critical moments.

After the foreman took the materials, he hurried into the factory.

Accompanied by the roar of the factory engine starting.

A puff of black smoke rose from the chimney.

Two different elixirs were mixed together and poured into a huge crucible.

However, Zhao Ke didn't see any of the materials that Zhao Ke handed over to the foreman.

Especially when Zhao Ke saw the foreman eating the golden medicinal steamed bun with one hand, and dipping his other hand into the crucible, and stuffing his fingers with the medicinal soup from the inside into his mouth.

Zhao Ke felt that the material he gave to the foreman was hacked by the foreman.

Thousands of pills were re-boiled into a medicinal soup in a huge crucible.

Start refining again.

It's just that from the beginning to the end, Zhao Ke always felt that this batch of medicine was going to be finished.

Especially the foreman's lacquered fingers, stirring from time to time in the medicine pot, fully fit the definition of the three words "black factory".

Seeing the end, Zhao Ke really didn't have the courage to continue watching.

Just like the saying that customers don't look at the kitchen.

Zhao Ke simply couldn't see it, went out and drank tea with Yang Wancai for a while.

We chatted about Wang Mazi's recent state and whether he can keep up with the competition.

About an hour later, Zhao Ke received a reminder from the stamp album.