Chapter 428

Name:Silver Overlord Author:Drunk Tiger
At the end of October, the temperature in Ganzhou has dropped sharply, and the smell of winter has been smelled in the northwest wind that slowly began to rage in the air. The leaves in the ash wood forest on the mountain behind the manufacturing bureau have fallen out. Looking at the whole mountain, there are only straight ash wood gun poles standing, just like sentinels. The temperature is getting colder, but the manufacturing bureau is booming... In the blink of an eye, Yan Liqiang has been in the manufacturing Bureau for eight days. In these eight days, he didn't go anywhere. Every day in the manufacturing Bureau, he either discussed the wagon technology and design with a cadre of craftsmen in the manufacturing Bureau, or patrolled in various workshops or yards to check and supervise the work being done by the artisans in the manufacturing Bureau. Although Yan Liqiang's name is supervisor, in fact, the people who enter the manufacturing Bureau, If you don't tell them Yan Liqiang's identity, those people often regard Yan Liqiang, who is dressed as a craftsman, often stained with carbon ash or sawdust, and occasionally a little glue paint on his hair, as an apprentice in the manufacturing Bureau. For example, on the eighth morning when Yan Liqiang came to the manufacturing bureau a few days ago, Yan Liqiang finished his morning class, practiced the easy tendon washing marrow Sutra, had breakfast in his yard, and then Qian Su with a smile came to Yan Liqiang“ Uncle Qian, good morning. Have you had breakfast? " Yan Liqiang said hello to Qian su“ Yes! " Qian Su smiled mysteriously, "go, I'll take you to see a good thing!"“ Oh, what is it? "“ You'll know when you go! " Yan Liqiang didn't think much, so he left his yard with Qian Su and went directly to a small square in the manufacturing Bureau. When Yan Liqiang arrived, he found that there were a lot of people in the small square. The whole manufacturing bureau came. Everyone stood around the small square in silence. He was the last person to come. A black four-wheel carriage was quietly placed in the middle of the small square, shining with an invisible and compelling brilliance. Yan Liqiang as like as two peas in the four black wagons, and a sense of time and space, the four wheel carriage, which was the same as the four wheeled carriage of the European Court and aristocracy, which was seen by Yan Liqiang in his TV dramas, was the same as the one in the world. At this moment, Yan Liqiang had the illusion that he was a magic pen Ma Liang... "Look, everyone is waiting for you to try it first..." Qian Su said gently. This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.