After lunch, Meg followed Mobai to the outskirts of the city.
Mobai's cannon workshop was built on a plain ten miles away from the city. The surroundings were desolate, and the yellow soil was everywhere. A yellow soil courtyard stood out from the rest.
Mobai stopped the horse-drawn carriage, and looked at Mag with a smile as he said, "I've bought this entire plot of land, so no one will come here on a regular basis, so I don't have to worry about conducting any experiments."
"It's pretty good. Back in the day, the pioneers of two bombs and one star also traded for the world nuclear power in such a harsh environment." Meg stood on the shaft of the carriage and looked around. The seriously deserted plain did feel like the Great Northwest.
"Come in." Mobai tied the horse and opened the big lock on the courtyard door. He pushed the door open and walked in.
Meg jumped off the carriage and followed him into the courtyard.
As soon as they entered the courtyard, the smell of gunpowder hit their nostrils. There were piles of iron everywhere in the courtyard, and there were two cannons in the corner. They looked a little like the Red Coat Cannon.
"Mr. Mak, look, these are the cannons I made. These two were made two days ago. I made some improvements. The barrels were damaged before, so they are now scrap metal." Mobai led Meg to the cannons in the corner.
Although Meg graduated from mechanical design, he did not study firearms manufacturing. He did not have any in-depth research on high-grade cannons. He could only give some suggestions on the manufacturing process of these two cannons from a mechanical perspective. He changed the quenching method to increase the heat resistance of the barrel, polished the inside of the barrel, and thickened the barrel.
Furthermore, Mag had further improved the structure of the cannon. It had changed from the primitive firing mode to a firing mode with a firing mode.
When he was in class, his teacher used a World War II German cannon as a case study. He still remembered the blueprint and parameters. As for whether the craftsmanship could reach the standard, that was Mobai's problem.
"What an exquisite design. Mr. Mak, you are a genius!" Mobai looked at the new blueprint and exclaimed.
"I'm just standing on the shoulders of my predecessors." Meg shook his head with a smile.
"Is there someone else researching cannons?" Mobai asked as he looked at Meg curiously.
"For now, it should only be you and me." Meg shook his head.
"Mr. Mak is actually willing to show me such a complete concept. I really don't know how to thank you." Mobai held the blueprint and couldn't put it down.
Meg looked at Mobai with a serious expression and said, "I can give you the blueprint for free, but I want to make a deal. Once this cannon is successfully developed, you can only accept my order, and you can't give the blueprint and blueprint to a third person."
"Mr. Mak wants cannons too?" Mobai was stunned and looked at Meg in surprise.
"If the peace treaty can't be signed, the world may fall into chaos again. I'm just an ordinary person, so I need to have some means of self-defense," Meg said with a smile.
"Is that so? Don't worry. With Mr. Mak's culinary skills, there will definitely be many people who will protect you. Besides, aren't there Mr. Crassus and Mr. Julian?" Mobai smiled and said, "But I agree to all your conditions. You just have to tell me how much you want in the future. My goal is that evil dragon. I don't want to make money from cannons."
Meg nodded slightly. He chose to give the cannon technology to Mobai because of this.
"In addition to cannons, I want to customize a batch of landmines from you …" Meg continued.
An hour later, Meg returned to the restaurant in Mobai's horse-drawn carriage.
Mobai returned to the workshop, and said to Lu Lu, who was swinging her hammer vigorously, "Blockhead, stop forging. Go back earlier today. Stop this batch of orders first. From tomorrow onwards, follow me to the workshop outside the city. There's a new batch of orders that need to be done urgently."
"Hehe, okay." Lu Lu wiped her sweat, and then forged the piece of metal in her hand into a sword embryo before putting down the hammer and leaving.
…
"Is what you said true? Adams' hair grew because he ate a bowl of 'Buddha jumps over the wall' from that restaurant? Adams even specially gave him a plaque today? "In Gould Manor, Charney looked at the middle-aged man with a shocked expression.
"Yes. I saw Young Master Adams give that plaque to Mr. Mak from Mamy's with my own eyes this morning. The words' Master of Hair Growth 'were written on it." The middle-aged man quickly nodded, and then muttered, "Also, I heard another piece of news. That 'Buddha jumps over the wall' can not only help with hair growth, but it also has the effect of strengthening those knights. Yesterday, a 1st-tier knight broke through to the 2nd-tier after drinking a bowl of 'Buddha jumps over the wall'."
"You're saying that Adams could break through to the 4th-tier in one night because he drank that 'Buddha jumps over the wall'?" Charney raised his voice, and ridiculously said, "How can there be such a soup in this world? Wouldn't it be a miracle medicine?"
"Seems like you must have never heard of Mamy's. That is a rather legendary restaurant. Mr. Mak's food is not only delicious, but also has some unusual magical effects.
For example, the tofu pudding, which is regarded as a holy item for beauty by the women in Chaos City, not only can it moisturize the skin and remove wrinkles, but it can also remove some scars and spots that even magic casters can't do anything about. The effects of this' Buddha jumps over the wall 'have already been verified by a few customers who have eaten it, so it shouldn't be wrong, "that middle-aged man said with a smile. He had an inexplicable confidence when he talked about Mr. Mak.
"Mamy's. I didn't expect there to be such a magical restaurant," Charney said thoughtfully.
Yesterday's incident had really embarrassed him. However, since things had already come to this, and he had already made a promise of 10 years, he didn't regret giving Adams another 10 years.
He didn't want Adams to hate him for the rest of his life. The Family Moreton was a good example. He could still afford to wait for another 10 years.
However, he was indeed very curious about how Adams made his hair grow.
It was just that the situation yesterday was too awkward, and he couldn't bring himself to ask Adams. However, this gentleman had provided him with a very valuable piece of information.
It was never too late to grow hair, no matter what age one was.
Charney reached out to shake hands with that middle-aged man with a smile. "Thank you for providing me with an important piece of information. I remember that you talked about a collaboration with my secretary previously, right? You were talking to me about your plan … "
…
"Alright, everyone, go back earlier today." Crease urged the employees to knock off before it was even 5pm.
"What's wrong with the miser today? Why is he letting us knock off so early? "the employees couldn't help but mumble as they watched Crease rush away.
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