The strongest R&D master in the universe

Under the envious eyes of all the stall owners, the three of them were sent out respectfully by Mr. Tory.

Boss Hu was in a trance. He didn't dare to think about this kind of treatment before.

As a thorn in the head who had been severely educated by Mr. Tory before, Boss Hu suspected that the kind old man in front of him was a fake.

On the way back, Lu Mingyue took Xi Xiuyuan to the front and explained the spiritual branding to him.

The little guy looked excited: "Brother, only people with a gene level of S and above can leave a spiritual imprint. You must have been a very good person before!"

Xi Xiuyuan fumbled for the annunciator in his hand, with great interest, this is another new thing only in Interstellar.

However, there is nothing on the annunciator, and it looks no different from ordinary objects.

"Where can I see the branding?"

Lu Mingyue was stuck, and he didn't know: "I haven't been exposed to spiritual branding yet, I only heard that it is a kind of fluctuation, invisible to the naked eye. After entering university, there will be a unified tutorial!"

Xi Xiuyuan nodded, and did not continue this topic.

By the time we got back to the shed, it was getting late, and the street lamps were turned on one by one, with a bit of warmth in the dimness.

The little guy was already so sleepy that he nodded, as if he would fall asleep in the next second.

Lu Mingyue forced her eyelids to wash her face with the saved water, then threw herself on the bed.

When he was about to fall asleep, he said to Xi Xiuyuan in a daze: "Brother Xi, I, Brother Ran, will arrive tomorrow, so you can go home with me when the time comes, and I will give you all my money. I, I You have money." After speaking, he fell asleep and snored a little.

Xi Xiuyuan sat on the other bed and didn't speak.

In the past few days, Xi Xiuyuan realized that there might be some deviations in his previous thinking.

His familiarity with the scientific theories of this interstellar era, frequent headaches and insomnia, and this weird mental imprint all seem to indicate that he may not have traveled directly.

But his clothes and the candy in the same package as the earth made him unable to explain.

Everything seems to show that there is something wrong with his sobriety and appearance in Junk Star.

Before all this is answered, he should not get too close to anyone.

He could feel the little guy's dependence on him, but all he could do was send him safely to someone he trusted.

The night passed quickly, and Mr. Tory appeared in front of the shed early the next morning.

Boss Hu gave up the space with great insight, and walked away to start today's job.

Mr. Tory looked at Boss Hu's hardworking back, smiled and said to Xi Xiuyuan: "He has always been the laziest one, but now he has changed a lot."

Xi Xiuyuan nodded slightly: "The potential is infinite."

Mr. Tory naturally knew that there must be an external cause for a person's great change, but he skipped the topic without asking.

"I came to you today because I want to discuss with you about the signal amplifier in detail." Mr. Tory said.

"Junk Star has been closed for too long. There are indeed many starships coming and going every day, but none of them will land and stay."

Xi Xiuyuan already understood what Mr. Tory meant without going into more detail.

The consequence of having no communication with the outside world is obvious. The outside world is developing at a high speed, and the garbage star will always be forgotten in the corner of the interstellar world.

"I know that the people in Garbage Star are generally not of high quality, and in the eyes of the empire and the Federation, they are more like moths." He paused, with a trace of pain in his eyes, "but I want to give them a future."

Xi Xiuyuan didn't interrupt the old man in front of him, and there was no impatience in his sharp eyebrows.

"I was the one who went out from Junk Star." Mr. Tory smiled wryly, "Although Junk Star was closed back then, there were still four or five passenger starships passing by every year, and the Federation and the Empire were very concerned about those who went out from Junk Star. People always turn a blind eye, but now, this opportunity has been completely grinded."

"After I retired from the army, I wanted to come back and change the status quo of Garbage Star. I organized the market and controlled the chaos, but I didn't realize until everything seemed to be settled. I was naive."

Xi Xiuyuan looked at the old man's unconcealable depression: "The garbage star needs more than these."

Mr. Tory sighed: "Yes, these can't change their future."

Xi Xiuyuan asked directly: "What can I do?"

"If, I mean if, would you teach us how to fix an annunciator?"

In fact, Mr. Tory wants to keep the people who repacked Junk Star with him.

But he knew very well that such a young man would not stay in Garbage Star.So he didn't speak his mind.I just want to learn how to repair the signal device, so that even if one day he leaves, Garbage Star will not be completely disconnected from the outside world.

Xi Xiuyuan glanced at the already wrinkled Mr. Tory, knowing that he didn't want to put any pressure on himself, and also knew that the old man's ambitions and ideals were far beyond that.

Xi Xiuyuan agreed, and he went back to the room to bring a series of parts and marked them with a pen.

Mr. Tory turned on the camera function of his optical brain and took pictures of the whole process.

The whole explanation process is clear and clear, and each component plays its greatest role.

After speaking, Xi Xiuyuan handed the bag full of parts to Mr. Tory: "You do it again, and I will correct your mistakes."

Mr. Tory rubbed his hands, feeling like he was back in the army.

After all, he had a little background in dealing with machinery in the army before. Although he stumbled, he spent five or six times the time to reproduce it.

Xi Xiuyuan corrected several of his movements that affected the sensitivity of the parts, Mr. Tory suddenly realized, and looked at Xi Xiuyuan with a little more admiration.

Only after he has done it himself can he realize that this is not an easy job at all.

Although he can put together the signal amplifier now, there are still a lot of steps that he doesn't understand.

He tried many times and gradually became proficient.

Xi Xiuyuan has been patiently practicing with him until dawn. Mr. Tory is very grateful. He asked, "What are your plans for the future?"

"After that, I will probably leave Trash Star and find a university to study."

Tori seemed hesitant to speak.

Xi Xiuyuan noticed: "Is there any problem?"

Tori was silent for a moment: "All universities do not accept applications from people who have no identity from Garbage Star. If you use false certificates, you may face jail time."

It's not that Tori is alarmist. Since the garbage star has become more and more chaotic in recent decades, the empire and the Federation have become more and more disgusted and resistant to the garbage star. The little chance that was once still no longer exists now.

Although it has not yet reached the point of forced repatriation, people from Garbage Star are not allowed to climb up at all.

Blocking the way to study is the simplest and crudest way.

Xi Xiuyuan was expressionless, which was a bit tricky.

He needs laboratories and current top technology, and these are undoubtedly monopolized.

However, if the line of university does not work, Xi Xiuyuan considers starting from a small workshop and starting from scratch.But this is too slow, too far away from realizing his first small goal.

Mr. Tory felt the low air pressure on the opposite side.

He racked his brains to help Xi Xiuyuan, and even ran through the comrades in arms he still had contact with in his mind. Unfortunately, it seemed that everyone was in the same place. No one could help with such a difficult task.

He thought hard, and really pulled out a possibility from the depths of his memory.

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