"Lord Jackson, why are you here?"

The leader trotted all the way from the side, with a smile on his face like a flower, and he couldn't see the tiredness before.

The speed of this change of face made Donald, who was beside him, look at Stephanie rather uncomfortable.

"The mechanical puppets will be transported to the airship soon. I will check in advance where they will be placed. Go ahead and do your best. Don't worry about me."

After waving his hands casually and nodding to Donald and the others, Jackson left the position of the glass collision.

Turning to the circular corridor on the left, there is a metal wall next to it, but some patterns and wave-shaped decorations are hollowed out in a certain way.

In the original design of the new airship, this should be a simple protective iron net, because there is a space of about 10 meters high and nearly 100 square meters in the middle of the whole airship. A venue for banquets, etc.

Ordinary iron nets turned into these exquisite hollow patterns, you don't have to think about it, it is a follow-up modification by some people.

"It's still the same, the unprincipled pursuit of these flashy things is still pleasing to the eye, and it doesn't seem that it's all worthless."

Reaching out the mechanical hand to touch a decoration that looks like a rose, there is no touch, it is just drawn along the edge.

However, when Jackson's hand was released, the rose flower had transformed into a lifelike fish.

Naturally, his manipulator was not what outsiders thought.

On the other hand, due to Roy Jackson's sudden appearance, the topic naturally turned to him.

"Are we lucky? Such a big airship happened to run into Lord Jackson."

Not long ago, I saw a report about him in the newspaper, and I saw a real person, and it felt a little unreal.

If it were replaced by some mechanical scholars, I would be shaking with excitement at this time, just like the guide in front of me.

However, for Donald and others, it was just a little surprise.

"If I remember correctly, he held a cup of hot chocolate in his robotic hand just now. He can hold things, and he holds it very firmly. So he already has a mechanical prosthesis?"

This is for the person next to him. Judging from his attitude just now, this gentleman should be an admirer of Roy Jackson or something.

"You misunderstood, Lord Jackson's mechanical hand is not a product made from equipment."

"It's not handmade from the equipment? That's a bit of an exaggeration."

A manipulator of that level is made by hand, and Donald can't imagine what props should be used anyway.

"That's Mr. Jackson's innate ability. It is said that after drinking the innate potion, his hands suddenly turned like this. The flesh and blood on his right arm were all transformed into machines. As long as he touched the metal, he could make them become what he wanted. The appearance, such talent, is the existence that every mechanic dreams of."

The mutation of the arm is still such an obvious change that it is almost impossible to hide from others, so Roy Jackson directly told the truth to others.

Doing so effectively reduces the sight of those seeking.

"Do you remember what Lord Jackson said just now, what God's omnipotence and omnipotence is just a compliment compiled by his followers. Sounds like he is not very friendly to the gods?"

Stephanie wanted to say disrespect, but her admirers were right in front of her, and some words were difficult to say face to face, so she could only change the words temporarily.

"Maybe, after all, Demingham is a non-belief area, and many natives don't have a comprehensive understanding of religion. It's not uncommon to have this idea."

"Ms. Quinn is actually right. Among the things that Lord Jackson hates, the top three are gods and those stubborn people from the faith area. I heard that his background is not very good, and his parents are extremely He is a devout believer, so let him learn religious knowledge since he was a child. As a genius in mechanics, he is forced to learn some things that are meaningless to him, and you can imagine how painful it is."

Donald glanced in surprise at the guide who knew everything about Roy Jackson when he was a child. This was too clear to ask.

"Is it true that those accomplished scientists don't really believe in gods, or is it only in the non-believing areas of the empire?"

Hearing what happened to Roy Jackson the same year made Stefani think otherwise.

"I don't know about this, some scholars on Whale Island are followers of several literary sects, and their knowledge is undoubtedly very good. In fact, compared with academia, I really don't like the gods. Counting those merchants and some politicians in the empire, the former is because many regions are often unable to accept some goods that are quite scarce in other regions due to religious issues, and the latter is dissatisfied with the unreasonable distribution of power to some civilians. ."

Staring straight at Stephanie, the guide said more and more words, and the introduction from the beginning gradually deteriorated.

Stephanie was familiar with this kind of gaze, and her response was succinct, going straight to the side and wrapping the arms of Donald, who was looking at some of the mechanical fixtures on the top of the glass bumper.

So after an unspeakable awkward silence, their familiarity with the venue this time suddenly sped up a lot.

**

The government was so busy with the ceremony for the new airship that an emergency meeting was held within rival business alliances.

No way, Whale Island is a government-controlled place, and the ceremony is also held by the government, so they will naturally be rejected. In recent days, the government-led propaganda has deliberately downplayed the existence of business alliances, as if the new airship industry The battle for control is over.

"It can't go on like this. The government's campaign has already reached this point. If we stay silent again, we will really become people who go sightseeing in the sky. When the time comes, whoever of you likes to go, I can't afford to lose this person and lose without a fight. , I have never been so suffocated in business for so many years."

A fat man with a rich face was sitting on a wide velvet-cushioned chair trimmed with gold and silver, five fingers covered with gemstone rings, and a cigar that was a little bigger than his fingers was sandwiched between his fingers.

Sandy Lewis, president of the Ocean Chamber of Commerce, was originally just a small HNA company. It is said that he made his fortune by fishing for sunken ships, a typical upstart.

He wears the most luxurious items on his body, but he can only sit in the lower seat among the few people in this room.

"So what is Mr. Lewis going to do? Tell me about your plan. Are we going to the government gate to protest their tricks, or let the government take the initiative to withdraw those newspapers and hold a press conference to show the people that the new aircraft The airboat industry hasn't decided where it belongs yet?"

On the right side of Sandy Lewis, a tall and thin middle-aged man sat, looking at Lewis, the irony in his tone could not be more obvious.

"I'm not in a hurry. In just a few days, if we don't have a plan, this thing will really leave us."

In other words, if someone dared to talk to him like this in his own chamber of commerce, the cigar in his hand would have smashed into that person's face, but here, he could only aggrieved himself and forcibly endured it.

Because the person who was talking to him was Fax Maxwell, the chairman of Maxwell Shipyard, a veteran of Demingham, who gave him a lot of gifts in order to enter this business alliance.

"The momentum of the government is quite unstoppable. It is definitely too late to fight with them at this time. The new airship is in their hands, and our side is naturally at a disadvantage. Allies present are allies. There is nothing to hide from the side, this time the negotiation on the new airship is very likely to fail on our side.”

Sitting in the main seat is an old man with gray hair. He already has some age spots on both sides of his cheeks. When he speaks, his eyes are squinted unconsciously, obviously he is old.

The chairman of Lenny Machinery, Stley Lenny, sitting in this position is not only the strength of the Chamber of Commerce, but also the elder of everyone present at his age, not to mention that his years of experience in business warfare have made him a business alliance. A pillar-like figure.

"Then what should we do? We are discussing here, we are discussing, and we have come to a conclusion that we are going to lose?"

He took a sharp sip on the cigar, the smoke poured out of his nostrils and mouth, and spread over his cheeks. He had been pretending to be a grandson here, thinking about getting a piece of the pie, but he told him that he didn't even have a mouthful of soup, and those little eyes were hidden in the smoke. He looked at the people in front of him from behind.

In my heart, I have long greeted their whole family.

"Your Excellency Lenny, don't be a fool. Since you called us here, there must be a reason. If it is doomed to fail, our meeting this time has no meaning at all."

Compared to Lewis' irritable ~lightnovelpub.net~, the person next to him is much calmer.

"Since the negotiation is bound to fail, then this negotiation cannot be carried out smoothly. I have a solution, it depends on whether you are willing to try it."

Stley Leney, who was sitting on the bench, raised his drooping eyelids, and the light contained within.

"Not letting the negotiation proceed smoothly is just a means of delaying the defeat. When the cruise of the new airship is over, the government's prestige will inevitably skyrocket again. When the second negotiation occurs, we are even less likely to win."

Fax Maxwell looked at Stley Leney, and of course he didn't have a say in this matter of vital interest, and he had to know why.

"I can assure you that as long as you follow the plan I made, this ceremony will become a turning point. If you don't get what you want, all losses will be compensated 100% by Lenny Machinery! "

The fingers tapped on the table, and several people walked out behind them, each carrying a tray with scrolls on it.

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