Chapter 477 I Must Be a Prodigal!

The distance of five kilometers is not too close, but it is not too far. Especially during this period of time, the road outside Tianjing Mountain is relatively smooth because of the relationship between Science Fiction City and the traffic order is well maintained.

Ten kilometers, nine kilometers, eight kilometers... Soon, the vehicles of Hong Dali and his party entered the five-kilometer range where the signal of the air movement detector was the strongest and most accurate.

"Start detection!" The mysterious man immediately issued an order.

"Okay!" Dr. Ai Hui turned on the luck tester, and everyone's eyes were focused on the screen of the luck tester. After a while, on the screen of the luck tester, the red probe fluctuated and began to rise little by little!

"It's moving, it's moving!" The mysterious man also felt a little uneasy: "This Hong Dali, to what extent will his luck stop in the end? Good luck again and again? Misfortune diverted? Good luck?"

He was nervous, and Dr. Ai Hui and the others were too arrogant to say anything. Soon, after the red probe passed the first three unlucky levels, it continued to grow upwards!

But this time the growth rate of the red probe was much slower than expected, and even the mysterious man's own luck had grown much faster than this at the beginning.

"This... is this the end?" The mysterious man frowned, looking at the position displayed by the probe on the screen, his eyes almost popped out.

Because not to mention reaching the luck level of good luck, he didn't even reach his original luck.

Hong Dali's luck index, the final stop position, turned out to be the lowest level... above Lotte An Ming!

"This... this..." The mysterious man was stunned, and asked Dr. Ai Hui beside him: "Could it be that there is something wrong with the luck tester? Hong Dali's luck, how can it be that this is the only one?"

Dr. Ai Hui was sweating profusely. The sweat beads fell like raindrops.

Hong Dali's luck is only the first grade Lotte An Ming, will anyone believe it? So he replied very decisively: "Leader, there may be something wrong with the instrument, I'll fix it right away."

"Well, okay. Try to be as fast as possible." The mysterious man became more and more anxious. The more he couldn't evaluate Hong Dali's luck, the more anxious he became. He knew that Hong Dali's luck was good, but now he found that Hong Dali's luck was not as good as his own, that kind of mood. Naturally, it is not difficult to understand.

Soon, Dr. Ai Hui opened the luck tester and checked the parts inside from top to bottom.

There is no problem, finally assembled and restarted the system. Said: "Maybe there is a system error, but there is no problem with the hardware. Restart and see."

"Well, let's see if it's better this time." The mysterious man said anxiously.

The system restarted very quickly, and after the restart, the probe started to rise again soon, but the final result was still happy!

"Leader. I...I..." Dr. Ai Hui was so anxious that he almost cried, "I don't know what's going on..."

"Don't worry, let me think about it first." The mysterious man rubbed his chin and thought to himself: "Hong Dali's luck is only so small? Who will believe it? But this tester only stopped at the first level. Is there some mystery in this? Happy life, happy life..."

He muttered for a while, and suddenly his eyes lit up: "If the test of this luck tester is removed, just from the literal meaning of the word Lotte An Ming, it is very in line with Hong Dali's character. it's here?"

Think here. The mysterious man immediately said: "Dr. Ai Hui, don't worry, the tester will be turned on first, everyone pay attention to observe and see if there is any fluctuation in the index. Didn't you say that before. The luck index is not Always the same."

"Okay...Okay!" Seeing that the mysterious man didn't blame him, Dr. Ai Hui finally let out a sigh of relief.

...

The mysterious man was paying close attention to his luck index, but Hong Dali didn't know it. At this time, their motorcade had entered the parking lot of Xinlanxiang Technical School. Hong Dali was stunned when he saw the surrounding scene , Strangely said: "Isn't the enrollment here already finished? Why are there still so many people?"

No wonder he said that, this time there are at least three or four times more cars than the last time he came here, and the parking lot is almost full...

"It's not because of the high salary you gave," the chief said angrily: "The annual salary is 200,000, 200,000! Who is not tempted! Since you came here last time and said that, you come here every day now. Thousands of applicants are needed, not only from our country, but also from other countries to apply for teachers! In addition to foreign journalists who came to watch the fun, and students who want to enroll, it ended up like this .”

"Ah, that's it, that's not bad." Hong Dali opened the car door with a smile: "Then let's go, Uncle Chief, let's take a look at the mechanical holy clothes you brought over first, and let these people take a look if they want to. "

"Actually speaking, it's not bad for you to do this," the chief followed Hong Dali out of the car, and said with a smile, "at least our new Lanxiang's real center of gravity, no one doubts now, it's because we asked you to be our agent The original intention is quite consistent." The chief said, and subconsciously praised him casually: "Speaking of which, your car is really good."

When the chief came to look for Hong Dali, it was because of his reputation.

A little prodigal who only knows how to spend money recklessly, what a good disguise, who would have guessed that the school built by such a person would be a real key project of the country? !

"You sons of a bitch, put on your umbrella!" Since you are a super prodigal son, how can you expose your skin to the scorching sun? So as soon as he got out of the car, Hong Dali summoned all the doglegs and set up his professional parasol—ten model airplanes took off into the sky, and soon the area was shrouded in dark clouds...

The chief covered his face, this guy seems to be planning to do this in the future...

At this time, the movement here has already attracted many reporters who were visiting and taking pictures here. After all, this dry ice parasol can be said to be Hong Dali's exclusive use, and it is absolutely impossible for others to make it.

A large group of reporters surrounded him, and one of them turned out to be an old acquaintance, John. The microphone in this guy's hand almost hit Hong Dali's face: "Young Master Dali, you are here! We have such a high profile in just a few days. popularity, do you have anything to say?"

Hong Dali looked around again, and finally cleared his throat: "Well, this is the power of a prodigal!"

The chief, Tang Muxin, Li Nianwei and others took a step back, we don't know this guy!

Hong Dali's answer stunned all the reporters around, and another reporter rushed forward and asked, "Then, young master Dali, do you have any expectations for this school?!"

"Yes, of course!" Hong Dali replied solemnly: "I want to build this place into the largest technical school in the world!"

God! The chief pulled Tang Muxin and the others and wanted to retreat——Listen, listen, the largest technical school in the world! By the way, can you remove the word mechanic? No, if this makes people know the identity of our director of the National Security Bureau, we will be ashamed to face others in the future!

The reporters hurriedly wrote down in their notebooks: "Young Master Dali will build the largest technical school in the world!"

Someone asked again: "Young Master Dali, according to your plan, two billion yuan will be invested here as teachers' salaries. Will such a high investment be able to recover the cost?"

"Prodigal sons never need to consider the issue of cost." Hong Dali replied with a smile: "How can I worry about how to make money? That obviously does not conform to the style of a successful prodigal son!"

At this time John asked again: "Then, Young Master Vigorously, why do you have to prodigal?"

Good question!

Hong Dali replied triumphantly: "I have to be a prodigal, how can an unprodigal be worthy of the motherland's treatment of me... um... um..."

If this bastard was asked to say the following words, Tiantian Kingdom would not be able to see anyone. The chief went up and covered Hong Dali's mouth and dragged the prodigal child back. His face was as black as carbon: "You bastard! If you keep talking nonsense, believe it or not, I will put you in confinement!"

Tang Muxin, Li Nianwei and others almost buried their faces in their chests...

Seeing that the situation was not right, the city management who has been in charge of maintaining law and order here hurried over and waved away the crowd: "Everyone go to other places to interview first, the young master still has very important things to do, I hope everyone will not delay the young master time, thank you!"

The security guards have said so, so what else can I say? Everyone left immediately: "Young Master Dali, let's go to other places first, and if we have any questions, we will ask you later!"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..." Hong Dali waved his arms desperately, and the chief said to the reporters with a smile, "Everyone, go around first, this kid agrees..."

Finally, after everyone had left, the chief viciously grabbed Hong Dali's left ear, and Tang Muxin grabbed the right ear: "Bastard (Dali), if you talk nonsense to reporters in the future, the consequences will be very serious!"

"Okay, okay," Hong Dali nodded, "Next time I will definitely answer well, answer well..."

This bastard really can't be reassuring!

The chief was really helpless, but he couldn't forget the mission, and said, "I'm really pissing you off. Come with me, and I'll take you to see this latest generation of mechanical holy clothes!"

"Okay, okay!" It's still good! Hong Dali nodded vigorously.

Soon, everyone arrived at a large warehouse inside the school. The chief smiled and took out the key to open the door, and said, "Come in, when you see this new generation of mechanical holy clothes, you will definitely like it very much."

Hurriedly following into this warehouse, Hong Dali's eyes lit up, because there were a hundred silver-white mechanical holy clothes neatly placed here!

"Wow ha ha ha ha! This is good, this is good!" Hong Dali laughed loudly: "Sure enough, Uncle Chief is the most powerful!" , your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile phone users please go to read.)