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Volume 1 Chapter 8 Heartbreak

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    With the opening up of new ways to make money, it stands to reason that Mo Yan's life should improve a lot, but in fact he still sleeps in a small dark room and eats the cheapest black bread every day.

    "Only he understands that there are too many places where money is needed. Materials for making patterned stones cost money. Purchasing the latest information books also costs money. He also wants to buy a new set of engraving pens, which also costs money.

    He was poor, so before the injury healed, he went to college to cancel his leave and resume his previous three-point-one-line life.

    Carrying the newly purchased materials back to the house, Mo Yan lay half-lying on the bed with an unswerving expression on his face, and muttered bitterly, "Profiteer."

    I don¡¯t know what happened recently. The price of mid- to low-end materials on the market has increased significantly, which is 30% higher than before. No wonder he is so angry.

    He stood up and walked to his desk. He looked at a piece of patterned stone on the table, and his expression relaxed a little. The efforts and investment these days have not been fruitful. Although the patterned stone in front of him also failed to be made, it is far away from success.  It's very close. As long as you persist for a moment longer, maybe a brand new pattern stone will be released.

    He played a set of Wuqinxi, adjusted his body to the best condition, took out a blank Yuan Stone and placed it on the table. He concentrated on absorbing enough graphite from the carving pen in his hand. He leaned forward and the tip of the pen fell gently and heavily.  On the stone surface.

    Immediately, the hand holding the pen started to dance like a dragon and a phoenix.

    I don't know if it was because of practicing Wu Qin Xi diligently these days. After recovering from his injury, he found that all parts of his body were more flexible than before, and his five senses were also sharper. For example, the last time he accused others on the street of being unethical, he actually didn't.  It wasn't that the loudspeaker was too loud, but that his own hearing had become sharper and he couldn't adapt for a while.

    ??The specific manifestation is that when he is making or repairing patterned stones, he seems to be more comfortable. With a flick of his wrist, a standard pattern will jump on the stone surface.

    The red lines on the patterned stone continue to increase, and the hand holding the pen is still steady, but the relaxed look on his face slowly recedes.

    With his current mental level, it was still too much to make a first-order pattern stone. Although he had tried his best to omit some less important patterns, at this moment, he still felt that he was unable to do what he wanted.

    He knew in his heart that if the current trend continued, this production would probably fail again.

    The sweat on my face flowed from the corners of my eyes. The feeling of soreness and swelling was very uncomfortable, and my vision began to blur.

    Maybe you will see that familiar scene in the next moment, the white light flashes, and the stone in your hand will turn into worthless garbage.

    That scene was so intimate?

    Mo Yan moved his lips in a self-deprecating tone, then stopped the carving pen in his hand, quietly waiting for failure to come.

    At this moment, an abrupt voice appeared in his mind, mechanical and stiff.

    Before he could even sigh, his whole mind was firmly attracted by the sound.

    "The blade draws 0.5 centimeters downward at a horizontal angle of 45 degrees, and moves 0.3 centimeters to the left."

    Mo Yan completed the above work according to the instructions of the mysterious voice by accident, without any hesitation.

    In reality, only a few seconds passed, but he felt that a long time had passed. When he woke up, he realized what he had done before. It was completely a subconscious action.

    He couldn't help but feel scared. If the voice just now made him make a gesture of wiping his neck, then he really wouldn't complain.

    "It's you again. I knew you were a disaster. You took so much money from me last time, and you did it again this time."

    Mo Yan angrily took out the strange stone given by Brother Fang and pointed at it for a long time, but couldn't say a word to relieve his anger. He was definitely going to suffer this loss.

    "The host meets the inheritance conditions and is granted first-level permissions."

    Nani?  First level authority, what is that?

    After so many contacts, Mo Yan had some understanding of the stone's habits. The latter would not answer questions beyond his authority or simply answered questions that were not asked, which gave him a headache.

    Judging from various signs, it was somewhat similar to a certain technological product mentioned in ancient documents. Thinking of this, he breathed a sigh of relief. At least he no longer had to worry about waking up one morning and dying inexplicably.

    Mo Yan¡¯s attention immediately fell on the patterned stone on the table. In a daze, he vaguely remembered that the last scene where the patterned stone glowed was a little different, and his curiosity arose.

    Most of the lines in front were drawn by his own hands, so there is no problem. The key is the last few strokes.

    Look at it??His eyebrows wrinkled involuntarily. He had never seen this circuit with only a few strokes in front of him. He just followed the mysterious voice prompts mechanically. He didn't know what the specific function was.

    Is this considered a success or a failure?

    With Mo Yan¡¯s eyesight, he can naturally see that the overall structure of the patterned stone has been completed.

    In fact, he had completed most of it before, leaving only the last regular pattern. Unfortunately, due to his own lack of mental strength, he had difficulty drawing this last regular circuit.

    "Compared with the conventional pattern, the substitute on the patterned stone was much simpler, and it was for this reason that he reluctantly persisted.

    Mo Yan didn¡¯t hesitate. He couldn¡¯t judge whether it was good or bad, so let¡¯s verify it with actual actions.

    After inserting the grain stone into the stone groove, he took two steps back, a little nervous, took a deep breath, pressed down with his finger to activate the twist, and his whole body immediately jumped like a rabbit, jumping to one in a few steps.  A relatively safe place.

    What he made was only a first-order air flow stone, which is the kind commonly used in fans. It can produce weak airflow and the destructive power is negligible. What he did seemed to be a bit fussy.

    For a first-order grain stone like this that failed to be produced, the chance of explosion during testing is extremely small, but most likely there will be no reaction.

    The entire patterned stone was made by him, and there were no unstable patterns in it. Mo Yan knew this, otherwise he would not have experimented in the house.

    Except for that unfamiliar line.

    ¡°Dip, drip, drip¡ª¡ª¡±

    The sound of testing came from the tattoo kit, and Mo Yan's heart was beating wildly. To say he wasn't nervous would be a lie.

    With the last slightly sharp sound, the green light above the tattoo also turned on at the same time.

    "It's done."

    A weak air current swirled in the closed room, causing some confetti powder to flutter in the wind.

    Witnessing this scene, Mo Yan was stunned for a moment, then he clenched his fist tightly and made a long inhaling movement.

    Feeling inexplicably moved?  Tears in your eyes?

    That¡¯s not Brother Mo¡¯s style of doing things. Although he looked excited, he was thinking about something else.

    This piece of patterned stone should be able to be sold for a lot of money, right?

    Brother Mo, who was caught up in the excitement, did not notice that the tattoo equipment on the table made bursts of overwhelming mechanical sounds when the green light came on. As the power of the tattoo stone continued to increase after preheating, the tattoo equipment in the room  The wind is getting stronger and stronger.

    When he realized something was wrong, the tattoo also broke out, the highest level alarm sounded, and the red light turned on instantly and then dimmed.

    Mo Yan knew something was wrong. He was as nimble as a loach, and he jumped under the table.

    The next moment, he heard a steady banging sound of debris hitting and falling to the ground under the table. Even the table was shaking unsteadily, and it felt like the earth was shaking.

    Maybe it was a minute, maybe it was thirty seconds. When the calm outside returned, he got out from under the table and looked at the house as if it had been baptized by a typhoon, and his heart broke.

    PS: Guazhou is also heartbroken. For the sake of heartbroken Mo Yan, please help your brothers. Collection and recommendation, no one can be missing.

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