"We have calculated that Qimingxing and the surrounding satellites alone are enough to accommodate 600 million people. This amount of immigration is nothing. The 3D construction printer has been working day and night these days. Sixteen units have been blown up due to overheating and sent back to the repair shop. The immigrants are still resting at the satellite transfer station. Their personal terminals will be included in the Qimingxing social security system one after another. If it goes well, it will be completed in one week. All departments are urgently counting the number of positions required and the required qualifications. Teacher Lu, it is only your engineering team... No, from the engineering department."

"The engineering department needs a lot of people. You can come if you want to come. You can arrange it. You don't need a certificate or education. However, you still need a professional qualification. After you come in, you can take the exam. If you pass, you can go directly to the post. Otherwise, you can go to the training. Generally, it's a relaxed and strict exit principle. I reminded them for me that there is no high salary during the training period, only a minimum living allowance. It's better to earn more for the chief secretary to be a secretary, so that everyone can think about it."

Chief Edward's secretary said on the video call: "Phoa!"

The dysfunctional society, which was pressing step by step, finally stopped due to Ankru's temporary change, and the Eight Galaxies were able to breathe for a moment.

The peripheral transition points have been equipped with blasting devices, such as torches that the ancients were ready to burn off the hemp rope of the suspension bridge at any time, just in case.

Lin Jingheng personally escorted Teacher Lu, who loved to go to the front line, back to Qimingxing.

The mecha slowly enters the atmosphere and passes through the clouds, and you can see the ground with your naked eyes.

The construction printers filled the planned residential areas in pieces, with extremely high efficiency, and rows of small buildings rose rapidly. Lin Jingheng remembered that when he walked, many places were still wasteland and ruins. At this time, the ground had been leveled, and groups of robots were busy building roads, which looked very decent... I just don't know which color-blind design building appearance was unlucky. The colors of these small buildings were very crazy, and they were an incomprehensible macaron color. They were paired with the stern Galaxy City military base not far away, like a bunch of lively and unpretentious little mushrooms, very comedic.

Lu Bixing: "...Who did this? It's too hindering the city appearance. When I looked from the sky, it looked like a layer of moss."

The Secretary of the General Secretary replied: "Ling Zun."

Lin Jingheng habitually raised his eyebrows: "The girlish heart of the old Persian cat is still alive? From the time he pretended to be strangers to now, it has been like a day for hundreds of years."

Lu must-win: "…"

Lin Jingheng glanced at him with the corner of his eyes and said, "You father and son are genetic because of this unreliability. They both lack a dog chain at critical moments."

Lu Bixing was also happy to be squeezed and listened with a smile. Lin Jingheng raised his hand and was about to say something. Yu Guang saw that General Edward's eyesless secretary was listening with relish, so he swallowed it back, frowned and poked Lu Bixing's shoulder, turned his head and told Zhan Lu: "Dooring track, test the key, prepare to land!"

The heavy armor "buzzed" sound, as if it was very pleasant.

"We're back!" Lu Bixing cheered and shouted at the communication station of the base in the huge noise, "Does the chief officer miss me?"

Lin Jingheng had something in his heart, and he moved gently with his voice "I'm back".

He found that he could describe the landmark building of the Galaxy City base with his eyes closed, with the arc of the docking track and the slight bumps during docking.

From the mecha mail station to the command post, leaving the hall, there was a small path paved with stones. When Zhanlu reported the "successful docking", his soles seemed to have felt the touch of those small stones.

The smoke and artillery fire suddenly distanced themselves from him.

This was a strange feeling for Lin Jingheng. He was not familiar with the so-called "mansion" of Votto at all, and he couldn't understand without navigation robots. The Silver Fortress he was stationed at the time was the throat of the alliance, and it had a sense of tension and never brought him a relaxed sense of belonging.

The next moment, President Edward's roar came from the communication station: "Why are you going to the front line again?! Didn't you say you are staying well in the immigration satellite transfer station?"

Lu Bixing fooled him casually: "I was just receiving immigrants at the satellite transfer station. General Lin and the others came back and brought me back along the way, right?"

The president did not dare to be too rude to Lin Jingheng, and coughed dryly, and was about to stop.

I heard General Lin slander the situation on the spot: "Nonsense."

Lu must-win: "…"

Chief: "Lu must do it!"

General Edward is old and talks endlessly. He asked the mecha mail station to open all the radios, and one by one to chase Lu Bixing one by one. He squirted wherever he went. From Lu Bixing, he didn't know the importance of a civilian, and criticized him as the "Chairman of the Special Committee" how irresponsible he was.

The qi sinks into the Dantian with a sound like a bell: "When you represent the eighth galaxy, your life is not only your own, it also belongs to all citizens! Look at your virtue, like an unreliable young man, what kind of thing is!"

Lu Bixing spread his hands: "But I am an unreliable young man. Chief, how did you realize this problem?"

President Edward choked by him and decided to go and chat with the young man's father, the one-eyed eagle. He angrily opened the window of the contact station and happened to meet the small buildings with joy in the distance.

If the general manager hadn't been poor, he would have wanted to allocate some money to the one-eyed eagle to give the goods a special amount of money to treat the eyes.

Lin Jingheng's eyes bent slightly and turned around and walked towards the command post, but Lu Bixing, who was caught up, grabbed his elbow.

Lin Jingheng: "What are you doing?"

Lu Bixing said seriously: "You promised me."

"What did you promise you, dog leash?"

Lu Bixing pulled him in another direction without saying a word and bypassed the mecha station. There was a mecha vehicle passage behind him at some point.

As the "king of the ground", the mecha car ran away from the ground and had a supersonic speed. In the past, there was a large deserted field between Galaxy City and the base. It would be fine if they drove the mecha car out and slipped around. Now, after a little rest and recuperation around, the city is quite decent. Of course, it is impossible to drive such a killer weapon to sway the city. In non-emergency wars, mecha cars need special closed tracks.

Lin Jingheng: "What is this?"

"Special train." Lu Bixing said, "The non-armed personnel working in the base have to go home after get off work. The new government members of Galaxy City often have to run between the base and the government, so we planned a special shuttle train, come and get up."

As he said, he pulled Lin Jingheng's hand and pressed it on the fingerprint scanner, and entered Lin Jingheng's identity information on the small platform of the mecha vehicle. A mecha vehicle immediately rose from the ground and automatically bounced open the door.

"This track goes directly to the main urban area of ​​Galaxy City. Running on the track is faster than in the wild. It only takes twelve minutes and six seconds to reach the finish line," Lu Bixing said, "but we won't go to the main urban area today."

After he finished speaking, the mecha slowly started, and after one minute, it increased to the maximum speed, then slowly decreased to stop, just following the track and parked on another platform.

Lu Bixing: "Come with me."

Outside the mecha station is a residential building, with only bungalows, and two or three stories taller. The streets between the small buildings are regular and walking roads. Motor vehicles are prohibited from entering. The flower beds on both sides are already covered with decorative plants, and a blooming scene is prepared.

There is a stone carving door sign at the entrance of this residential area, which says: Galaxy City Military Base Residence Area.

"This piece was not designed by my dad." Lu Bixing said, "This is the first military base accommodation area. If the garrison at the Galaxy City headquarters increases in the future, we will need to build more. From here to the base mecha platform, the mecha car will only take one minute and fifty-six seconds, which is about the same time you have walked through the command post."

Lin Jingheng: "One minute and fifty-six seconds? I'm not lame."

Lu Bixing stopped helplessly, looked back at Lin Jingheng's cold face, waved at him, signaled him to come over, then leaned against his ear, bit his ear and said, "If you do this, your nose is not a nose or an eye, I will molest you on the street."

Lin Jingheng looked at him coldly - you dare.

Lu Bixing: "...I don't dare, then you might as well punish me."

Lin Jingheng pushed his face away, and Lu Bixing slowed down his tone and reasoned to him: "The best engineers must have close contact with first-hand information. Every time they are conveyed, the amount of information and the accuracy of truth will be discounted. Don't your silver third guard have to go to the front line in person before?"

Lin Jingheng was unmoved: "When will the Third Silver Guard incorporate you?"

Lu Bixing felt that this person was unreasonable and always changed the key points and changed the concepts. So he was speechless and had to pinch his chin and kiss him on the side face.

"Go away, don't do this." Lin Jingheng leaned back, "Why didn't you say hello to me and go to the front line privately?"

Lu Bixing pretended to be stupid: "What? At that time, Captain Tulan Guard urgently summoned the maintenance engineering team. Didn't he say hello to you... Oh no, why did you frown like this? I would also worry about you. If I can't personally understand what is missing on the front line, how to solve the problem, how to provide you with timely support when fighting, and how to protect you?"

Lin Jingheng seemed to be stuck in his heart and couldn't speak for a moment.

"We have something to say about things in the future. When I get angry, will I be cold wars like you? Don't you think you are unreasonable?"

Lin Jingheng nodded expressionlessly: "I think, so what? Did you know me the first day?"

After saying that, he grabbed Lu Bixing's collar, picked him up and put it aside like a big pillar that was in the way, and continued to walk along the path.

Lu Bixing caught a glimpse of his red ears and held back his smile: "Hey, do you know which building it is? Why do you know the way you know... Well, you really know it."

Although Lin Jingheng was here for the first time, he was not lost because he saw the small building inside from a distance, with two iron dancing robots standing on the left and right at the entrance of the courtyard, like a stone lion. The robot was not good-looking, and I don’t know if it was Lu Bixing who had used cans or what, but he had a hip-hop temperament that was about to fall off his head.

On top of the robot's head, there was a wooden sign surrounded by immortal flowers, which read: General Lin and Engineer 001's home.

General Lin's Cold War ability, which is as long as iron and stone, suddenly broke his skills at this moment. Two dancing robots shook their heads and tails, twisted a samba in front of him, bent down hand in hand, and then the robot on the left grabbed a small petal from the bush, held it in the palm of the iron sheet, and sent it to Lin Jingheng. The robot on the right politely took off his head and "take off his head to signal" to him. Lu Bixing's recording was released from his chest: "Welcome home."

Lu Bixing came from behind him and said silly: "I have someone move your things over, you promised to come and live with me."

Lin Jingheng's tense face finally softened and he sighed helplessly.

Lu Bixing observed his expression and immediately whistled, and whistled. Two dancing robots moved when they heard the sound... Unexpectedly, this time they were overwhelmed. One of them pulled his companion's weak arm down. A small spark burst out from the chest of the broken-armed dancing robot, which was short-circuited on the spot, becoming a repeater, and began to play "Welcome Home" endlessly. Lu Bixing rushed up and dragged his embarrassing "subsidiary" away for repair.

Lin Jingheng: “…”

Engineer No. 001 is so unreliable. Are those mechas that he has repaired by him okay?

"I'm also ready for the interface of the home electronics manager. Zhanlu can automatically connect when he comes in... By the way, where is Zhanlu?"

"On the mecha," Lin Jingheng said, "I'll send you back and leave immediately. It's necessary to contact Ankru. I always think he... um."

Before he could finish his words, Lu Bixing threw himself onto the sofa.

Lin Jingheng subconsciously reached out to protect him, and staggered for half a step into the sofa. The sofa was made of a deformed material, and its softness and hardness could change with the owner's sitting posture at any time. If the person sitting on it sits upright, the sofa will become flat and upright. If someone lies on it and rolls on it, it will immediately become as soft as a water bed, and can wrap the person tightly and sink it deep into it.

Lu Bixing: "What do you say you are going to do right now?"

Lin Jingheng replied with the will of steel: "I need to arrange a guard post when going to the war zone."

Lu Bixing narrowed his eyes slightly, licked his lips, leaned down, gently grabbed a strand of hair blocking his eyes, and pushed it to the side. The breath fell silently, evoking a familiar and unfamiliar feeling. Lu Bixing: "Say it again, what are you going to do soon?"

Lin Jingheng: "Stop messing around, I still have to..."

As soon as he opened his mouth, Lu Bixing suddenly came over and gently licked his lips. Lin Jingheng subconsciously held his breath, feeling that he seemed to have some kind of nerve toxin, pierced through his sensitive lips, spreading from the neural net, and numbing his hands and feet in an instant.

Lu Bixing looked at him with a smirk: "Alright, sir, can you give me a night out of your busy schedule? The medical cabin diagnosis said that I have a serious lack of vitamin Lin Jingheng. If I don't replenish it in time, I will be in danger of my life."

General Lin lived so big that he had never seen such a way of doing so. Before he could organize effective defense, he was defeated as if he had fallen.

He deeply felt that the Eighth Star needed to issue a management regulations to ban illegal acts of spoiledness.

The war at the edge of the eight galaxies briefly went out, and the night in Galaxy City was gentle and quiet. After get off work, people who were active in the square gradually dispersed, and the vendors along the street chatted with each other and closed their stalls and went home. Lu Xin's stone statue was quietly watching them. There was a row of flowers at his feet, which were left by people mourning the dead compatriots on the egret star a few days ago, and their eyes stared at the direction where the eighth sun rose every day.

Three days later, Lin Jingheng had just signed the management plan for the confirmed war zone post. Before he could explore Ankru's bottom, Ankru took the initiative to send an olive branch from the Seventh Galaxy—

"General, they called a remote communication request, hoping to connect to the eight-galaxy intranet and establish contact with us. The Seventh Galaxy Central Army also officially sent a friendly letter."
Chapter completed!