Chapter 111: The Stubborn Diligent Party

(Well, use this chapter number to congratulate all the single dogs on Happy Holidays.)

It is estimated that even Nan Ming didn't know that the most popular activity of the Lazy God Department "Robot Fireworks War" appeared in this way. This kind of "cute and cool" activity has gradually caused a trend on the Internet, and has attracted the attention of various people.

The air defense system designed by some people was improved in the future and sold for a lot of money. This is another story.

The cultural exchange meeting that lasted for several days occupied Lazy God Island firmly. After a day of meeting, Nan Ming hated it so much that he refused to participate.

In the morning, Nan's father dragged her to the venue, and within five minutes, she had already slipped out of the venue.

I have to say that the scenery of Lazy God Island is really refreshing. There is a kind of modern architecture that has no unique aesthetic feeling. Walking around seems to calm people down.

But Nan Ming actually didn't want to calm down, because once he calmed down, he would have to think about his lazy authority.

These diligent parties are so stubborn, why do they always refuse to admit defeat?

What an annoyance...

I really want to find something to do...

Wait, you can't think like this, don't you become a diligent party if you think like this? Be lazy, be lazy!

It's boring to be lazy all the time. Recently, everyone in the lazy gods has been frightened by Nan Ming's various whims.

Nan Ming sighed while thinking about it.

Passing through a pebble path, Nan Ming heard a strange sound faintly ahead, as if something was rubbing against it.

Nanming walked out of the grove and saw the Banyue Lake in front of him.

Banyue Lake is an artificial lake in the shape of a half moon. It is located in the center of Lazy God Island. Last time it was blasted by a large shield with a shock bomb, which scared the fish inside quite a bit, but there was no other damage.

Nan Ming found that there was a person squatting by the lake, grinding something.

"Yang Ji, what are you doing?" Nan Ming approached, and found that it was Yang Ji squatting by the lake.

"Sharpen the knife." said.

In his hand was a very ordinary looking dagger, with some jagged teeth and a little rust.

"Sharpen the knife, what are you doing?" Nan Ming asked.

"Don't do anything." Yang Ji picked up the dagger in his hand, illuminated the blade against the sun, then lowered his head again, and continued to sharpen the knife.

"What are you doing instead of sharpening your knife? You look very tired." Nan Ming asked again.

Yang Ji is speechless, you are annoying!

Do I just like sharpening knives?

He explained helplessly: "I packed up my things yesterday and found this knife from the box. I haven't used it for several years. It's a bit rusty. I want to sharpen it."

"What do you want to sharpen?" Nan Ming asked again, "Do you want to kill pigs? Or kill people? I understand, it must be to kill single dogs!"

"I'm a single dog!" Yang Ji looked unhappy.

He stretched out his hand to test the blade, and then lightly scraped his arm with his hand, and a few fine hairs fell off with the wind.

Yang Ji nodded in satisfaction, dipped the blade into the lake water to wash it gently, then looked at the edge of the blade against the sun, and found some scratches on it, and frowned a little uncomfortably, took out a piece that looked smoother. The higher number of whetstones continued to sharpen.

"It's already very sharp, why do you need to sharpen it?"

"Repair the blade surface, there are scratches on it."

"Aren't you tired of sharpening your knife like this?" Nan Ming said.

"Knives are always sharpened." Yang Jidao, "For us, knives are our most reliable partners, sometimes more important than guns..."

"Oh...reliable..." Nan Ming looked at the dagger in Yang Ji's hand and said, "Just wait!"

Turn around and leave.

Ten minutes later, Nan Ming came back with a dagger in hand, and handed it to Yang Ji: "Here, try it."

Yang Ji took it over, and his eyes lit up immediately: "Good knife!"

Then he waved it twice and nodded: "It's very handy!"

Nan Ming grinned and said: "The inner part is made of steel, and the outer layer is made of metal hydrogen. It has excellent hardness and toughness. Basically, nothing can damage it. It is absolutely reliable and does not need to be ground."

"It's really good!" Yang Ji nodded.

"I'll see you off." Nan Ming waved his hand generously.

Yang Jixi couldn't help saying thank you, played with it for a while, and put the dagger away.

Then, Nan Ming saw that Yang Ji took out another dagger and continued to sharpen it.

"Don't you have that dagger? Why do you need to sharpen it?"

"Wouldn't it be a waste if you don't sharpen this?" Yang Ji said, looking at the dagger in his hand that hadn't been completely polished.

"Isn't it just a dagger?" Nan Ming didn't understand.

Yang Ji opened the box beside him with his feet, and inside were more than a dozen daggers of different sizes and lengths.

Each one is somewhat poorly maintained and rusty.

They were all dug out by Yang Ji from the warehouse.

Today Yang Ji has a heavy task.

Nan Ming rolled his eyes and said, "Just wait a little longer!"

This time Nan Ming went for half an hour, and then handed Yang Ji a box the size of a football.

Yang Ji wondered: "What is this?"

"Automatic knife sharpener." Nan Ming said, "It can automatically analyze different blades, imitate hand movements to automatically sharpen knives, and can also automatically spray water to cool down and prevent annealing... Well, that's it."

Nan Ming picked up a dagger casually, opened the box and put it in. After closing the lid, he heard a creaking sound coming from inside. After more than ten seconds, the sound stopped, the box was opened, and Yang Ji took out the dagger and shook it. Look, suddenly exclaimed.

From the edge line of the blade to the blade body, it has been ground into a mirror effect, as if it had just left the factory. Yang Ji felt that it would take at least an hour for him to grind this dagger into such a state.

"Where did this thing come from?" Yang Ji wondered, if there was such a good thing, why didn't he know?

"I just designed it." Nan Ming answered naturally.

"Uh..." Yang Ji didn't know what to say.

"I'll see you off, you're welcome." Nan Ming waved his hands generously, then walked away contentedly with his hands behind his back.

Another diligent party was saved, which is really a victory for building a seven-level pagoda.

Yang Ji stood there in a daze, holding the dagger that was sharpened like a work of art by the "automatic knife sharpener" in one hand, and then looked at the still flawed dagger that he manually sharpened, frowning, Squatting down, he began to sharpen it vigorously again. After a while, he compared the knife he had sharpened with the knife sharpener, and felt that he had received a ton of blows.

No matter how you compare it, it can't compare to the effect of a knife sharpener...

"I... I just like sharpening knives..." Yang Ji wanted to cry but had no tears.

Suddenly, Yang Ji kicked up and kicked the knife sharpener by his feet into the lake, watching it bubbling and sinking to the bottom, and then looking at the perfectly sharpened dagger in his hand, he gritted his teeth and made a plop , also dropped into the water.

There is no harm without contrast, and without that perfect dagger like a work of art, it seems that there is no pressure immediately.

"Huh..." After doing all this, Yang Ji suddenly felt physically and mentally comfortable. He stretched, squinted his eyes and let out a comfortable hum, then took a deep breath, squatted down, and continued to grind stand up.

Sure enough, you still have to sharpen the knife by hand.

Nothing else counts.

...

In the afternoon, Nan Ming appeared in front of Yang Ji again, and it was too late for Yang Ji to hide.

"How about the knife sharpener? Is it easy to use?" Nan Ming asked Yang Ji.

"Well... very good." Yang Ji nodded vaguely.

"That's good, I'm awesome!" Nan Ming praised himself generously, and then looked at Yang Ji with wide eyes: "What are you doing?"

"Wipe... wipe the gun..." Yang Ji suddenly had a bad feeling.

"Oh oh oh!" Nan Ming nodded, "Reliability is guaranteed, right?"

"Yes." Yang Ji licked his lips.

Nan Ming stared at the side with wide-eyed eyes. Yang Ji bit the bullet and continued to clean the gun, dismantling the parts, applying gun oil, and putting them back together.

He watched the whole process very carefully.

"It still looks very troublesome, do you want a gun that doesn't need to be wiped?"

"No thanks."

"Then you wait."

Half an hour later, Nan Ming came back with a box the size of a football.

"I assume it's a fully automatic gun cleaner?"

"bingo."

Then, Nan Ming smiled and looked at Yang Ji with loving eyes.

"Uh...thank...thank you Mr. Nan." Yang Ji didn't want to say anything against his will.

"It's really full of positive energy." Nan Ming walked away contentedly holding his chest.

As soon as Nan Ming left, Yang Ji "cut" and threw the box in his hand into the trash can.

I just like cleaning guns, what are you doing?

I've only had this little hobby in my life, so I'm sorry for you biting me!

...

At night, Yang Ji was bench-pressing in the gym when Nan Ming's face suddenly appeared in his field of vision.

"What are you doing?"

"Bench press..."

"Is the bench press just to push this thing up and down?" Nan Ming stared at it carefully, "Well, it looks very tired..."

"President Nan..."

"You don't need to say it, I understand! You don't want the one that doesn't need to be pushed, but the one that needs to be pushed automatically... Wait for me for half an hour..."

"Mr. Nan... Mr. Nan... Mr. Nan, come back! Don't run away... Mr. Nan, I beg you, just let me go..."