"You have an hour to go out. Are you going out?" Boss Huang felt embarrassed when Tang Ling ignored him twice.
However, he was the boss, so if he wanted Tang Ling to talk to him, he had his ways.
"I'm not going out." It was the 13th of November. Although there were only 17 days left until December, Tang Ling had to find Zero before then.
However, he was not in a hurry to get Zero.
According to Tang Ling's plan, as long as he could get the information, it would only take him two days at most to locate Zero.
Darkness Port was only that big. With the location information, all that was left was to figure out a way to get there, provided that Zero's location was restricted.
For example, if Zero lived on the island, she would have to be restricted by her identity.
It might seem difficult, but the black market could solve it. Darkness Port was based on the law of the jungle, which was the law of the jungle. Wasn't the black market the most suitable place for Darkness Port? It would be too easy for them to solve the problem.
As for the location information, Tang Ling decided to rely on Boss Huang.
Since they had only been together for a day, the remaining time was enough for him to pry Boss Huang's mouth open and get the information. Somehow, Tang Ling was confident.
He felt like it was easier than going out and spending a lot of money to buy Zero's information.
Moreover, he was not overly worried about the siblings at the moment. With Ro Xin around, the chances of something happening were rather low, and Ro Li was very obedient to Ro Xin.
They would need at least three to five days to settle down. He would at least wait for them to settle down before resuming contact.
Lastly, the most important point was that Tang Ling's current knowledge of Darkness Port was limited. What should he do when he went out? An hour was too little for him to know.
However, Boss Huang did mention in the morning that he was willing to provide him with some information about Darkness Port for free.
Tang Ling would have to wait until he got the information.
Smithing was fun and could improve himself. Tang Ling was already addicted to it, so he decided to relax and smithing for at least three days.
Boss Huang did not know what Tang Ling was thinking about, such as smithing was just a way to relax. If he knew, he would think that Tang Ling was a psychopath who loved to torture himself.
"Fine. Since you're not going out, come to the third floor after you're done. I'll wait for you on the third floor. " Up until this point, Boss Huang cleared his throat and added, "My library is very precious, so I have to explain the rules to you on the first day. You are stupid, and I'm afraid that you might destroy my precious library."
Tang Ling looked at Boss Huang. Am I that stupid? He started to doubt his life. The people he met in the past all thought that he was very smart.
However, Boss Huang was already shaking his head and sighing as he walked away.
That sigh was very complicated. It contained helplessness, forbearance, and the feeling that he had suffered a great loss.
As expected of Boss Huang! Even his sigh contained so much information.
Tang Ling's lips twitched. With a doubtful attitude, he continued to immerse himself in smithing.
Twenty minutes later, the last piece of black iron billet was finally completely refined.
He put the hammer down and placed the refined blank beside his feet. Then, he leaned back and fell on the ground, panting heavily.
Now, he didn't even want to move a finger.
It was not that he ran out of stamina because the energy supply in the workshop was sufficient. It was exhaustion. A deep sense of exhaustion gushed out from his bones, making him reluctant to move.
The exhaustion came from his mind, and he needed some time to relax, but Tang Ling did not care.
However, Tang Ling did not care. When he saw the five bright silver refined metal blanks, he was filled with a sense of achievement and satisfaction. The exhaustion in his heart quickly faded away and was replaced by a joyful satisfaction.
After lying on the ground for almost three minutes, Tang Ling jumped up and followed Boss Huang's instructions to restore the smithing room to its original state. He adjusted the fire to a safe level and wiped it clean.
However, when Tang Ling saw the small metal hammer that Boss Huang simply placed on the stove in the morning, he could not hold back his curiosity.
Am I not qualified to use the small hammer with my current strength? Tang Ling refused to accept it! He reached for the small hammer, wanting to see what was different about it.
However, when his hand touched the small hammer, he almost jumped up because of the scorching temperature of the small hammer!
Superalloy!
Tang Ling's eyes shone brightly. One thing worth noting was that no matter how hard or tenacious a normal alloy was, as long as it did not have any attributes, it was not superalloy.
Since it could emit such a high temperature, what else could it be if it was not superalloy?
Up until now, Tang Ling had never been so close to superalloy. In his excitement, he pulled out a pair of thick leather gloves from the smithing room and tried to pick up the small hammer.
With the isolation of the leather gloves, the scorching heat was bearable, but a new problem arose. He could not lift the hammer. No matter how much strength he exerted or how much he held his breath, the hammer would not budge. He could not even move it a little!
"Forget it." Tang Ling gave up helplessly. He tossed the leather gloves away and looked at the wall that was filled with all kinds of tools.
Come to think of it, there were only a few tools that he could lift on the wall. What kind of wall is this? How can it withstand the weight of so many tools?
With that in mind, Tang Ling curiously touched the wall and put it down. It was a metal wall, and it felt strange to the touch.
Could it be that this wall is also made of superalloy? Or is it made of superalloy? Tang Ling was shocked by his own thoughts. In the next second, the thought of robbing Boss Huang's wall and all the tools on it popped up in his mind.
Unfortunately, Tang Ling did not have the strength to do so. Nevertheless, through this, his understanding of Boss Huang deepened. At the same time, he started to believe that he was really weak.
**
On the third floor of Dvesha Moha.
There were no rooms on the third floor. The whole floor was opened up for a single purpose: to store all of Boss Huang's books in one place.
There were a lot of books in the library. There were all kinds of languages from the old civilization, books from the Purple Moon era, and even books about astronomy and geography.
Of course, there were also some books that Boss Huang had written and organized himself, but they were his personal collection, so he would not simply show them to others.
Boss Huang was a meticulous person.
The entire Dvesha Moha, whether it was the exterior or the decorations after entering, was a constant reminder of that fact.
However, the library was not meticulous because there were too many books in the library. It was not easy to place them neatly on the shelves and reserve a reading space.
Therefore, when Tang Ling stepped into the private library, the first thing he felt was how crowded it was. The bookshelves were arranged in a straight line, and there was only a small gap at the edge that could allow one and a half people to walk through.
It meant that in order to retrieve the books, one would have to move the bookshelves layer by layer.
Even the reading space that Boss Huang had reserved was filled with huge bookshelves on all three sides of the wall. The bookshelves extended all the way to the ceiling, and there was a wooden ladder beside the bookshelves to make it easier to retrieve the books.
Apart from that, there was also a large desk filled with books and a comfortable adjustable chair in the reading area.
In front of the desk, there was a carpet, a few shell sofas, and a short table.
On top of that, there was a giant floor-to-ceiling window in the middle of the library. Through the window, one could see the sea further away and the swaying iron chain bridge.
In front of the floor-to-ceiling window was a giant wooden barrel. Beside the barrel was a small Universal Source Rock. The top half of the barrel was filled with ice cubes and the bottom half was filled with all kinds of alcohol that Tang Ling could not recognize.
Tang Ling did not comment on it. He was used to Boss Huang's extravagance. Even in such a crowded space, he did not forget to enjoy himself.
Tang Ling could imagine a man holding a glass of wine, taking a bath, reading a book, and gazing at the sea.
It really made one want to spit on him.
"You're here." Boss Huang was sitting behind the study table with the smoking pipe in his mouth, looking relaxed.
Tang Ling was tired, so he did not want to waste his breath, so he said, "Boss, I want to sleep, but I love studying. Hurry up and give me the books. I'll read them as soon as possible. "
"There's no rush." Boss Huang stood up and paced to Tang Ling. He pinched a certain part of his arm.
Tang Ling instantly felt an unbearable numbness and itchiness. He could not help but gasp in pain.
"You're too weak. The amount of work you've done today has almost overloaded your body. If it weren't for my precious food, you would have collapsed a long time ago, "Boss Huang commented.
The reason why he was not in a hurry was because he wanted to strike a blow to his ego? Tang Ling did not even have the intention to complain, but he put on a sincere and honest face and said, "Boss, I might be weak, but I'm hardworking. So, please continue to provide me with food. You can't lose a hardworking person like me. Hmm, I want to read now. "
"Don't you feel the numbness in your arm? When you wake up tomorrow, I don't need to stimulate you anymore. You'll feel the numbness all over your body. Do you think you can still work tomorrow in this condition? Are you stupid? "Boss Huang glanced askance at Tang Ling. Why does this kid sound so shameless? He's acting like a certain someone.
Tang Ling looked sad. "What else can I do? Nothing can stop me from working to repay my debt. "
"Enough! I'm going to throw up! In order not to delay your work, I've decided to teach you a set of physical skills. After you practice it, it'll greatly relieve the accumulated fatigue in your body. Tell me, do you want to learn it? "Boss Huang's eyes shone brightly.
"I don't have money." Tang Ling instinctively raised his guard, but the temptation of physical skills was huge.
If his fatigue could be relieved quickly, it would mean efficiency. It was not just the efficiency of smithing but also the efficiency of his cultivation! It would be very meaningful to him in the future.
"It's free. Can you help me with something?" Boss Huang flashed a cunning smile.
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