Not to mention Outer Sect disciples, even Inner Sect and Conclave disciples rarely had the chance to enjoy such precious ingredients. As for the servants, they could only stare at them. But it was different for the servants of the Ovens. The Ovens was in charge of all of the ingredients in the Sect. As the saying goes, the meat that passes through your hands will always be greasy.
Because of this, the Ovens attracted the jealousy of the Supervisor's Department. They had always been looking for trouble with the Ovens. Not long ago, Long Bufan had conspired with the Ovens to come up with what they thought was a very "righteous" scheme. However, in order to avoid being discovered, they hadn't chosen to drug the entire Supervisor's Department. Instead, they had targeted the leader of the Supervisor's Department, Qin Duan.
"Elder Brother Zhu, you haven't eaten yet, have you?" Asked Long Bufan with a smile. He noticed that when Big Fatty Zhu looked at the meat soup, he couldn't help but swallow.
"I'm so fat," said Big Fatty Zhu excitedly, his face flushed red. "But you're different. In ten days, you'll be taking the promotion test. You have to help the Ovens produce an Outer Sect disciple. Hmph! Let's see who will look down on us in the future. Remember, you are the hope of the Ovens." Servant disciples were of low status, but the Ovens was actually ranked last in the servant district. They had always been ridiculed for being cooks who only knew how to chop firewood and cook. It was hard for them to raise their heads high.
Long Bufan's face filled with astonishment, but his heart warmed. "Elder Brother Zhu," he said solemnly, "I, Long Bufan, will definitely do my best to bring glory to the Ovens!"
With that, he picked up the meat soup. The aroma of delicious food wafted into his nose. Long Bufan's index finger twitched. Without hesitation, he finished the soup in two or three bites.
After a few breaths of time, a warm current seemed to explode from his stomach, spreading to every part of his body. It was very comfortable.
Big Fatty Zhu watched with great interest. Translucent liquid even seeped out of the corners of his mouth. He couldn't help but curse himself inwardly. "Fudge! If I'd known, I would've tried it first."
"Oh, right. These are the things you asked me to get for you." Big Fatty Zhu pulled out a small pouch from his robe and tossed it onto the table.
"It's done so quickly?" Long Bufan's eyes lit up and he hurriedly opened the pouch. Inside was a pile of scattered metal parts.
Big Fatty Zhu asked curiously, "What do you need these for?"
"You'll know soon enough." Long Bufan chuckled. He knew that even if he explained, Big Fatty Zhu wouldn't be able to understand this product of the technological era.
From Long Bufan's point of view, these items were made from the large iron pots in their kitchen and were of no value at all. However, they were extraordinary to Long Bufan. As a special forces soldier in his previous life, he was very familiar with the metal components in front of him.
Retractor, ejector, sleeve, firing pin, decomposing lever, trigger, recoil spring, guide rail, magazine clip, bullet …
Long Bufan looked at the gun parts excitedly. He hadn't touched a gun for many years, so he couldn't help but assemble them in front of Big Fatty Zhu. As a special forces soldier in the field, he must be proficient in the principles of various firearms and even the use of each component. Even in the pitch-black darkness, he could quickly assemble the scattered gun parts.
Long Bufan's hands moved left and right, and in a few moves, he assembled the scattered equipment into an exquisite Type 54 pistol.
Big Fatty Zhu was dumbfounded. This was the first time he had seen such a novel thing. He had never dreamed that these things, which he thought were trash, could be combined so perfectly.
"Click ~"
Cocking the gun, taking half a step forward with his left foot and slightly bending his hands, Long Bufan assumed the standard posture of holding the gun in one smooth motion.
Holding the gun in his hand, he couldn't help but touch a string buried deep in his heart … In his previous life in the army, the gun was his closest companion. Whether he was sleeping or carrying out a mission, it was always by his side to protect his home and country. It was an unparalleled pride that forged the soldier's soul!
But now, his home was no longer that home, and his country was no longer that country …
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