The old things I repaired have become fine

Chapter 389 Mr. Shen, please spend some money on us! Please!
The Special Affairs Bureau hastily set up the output environment. Shen Le sat in the middle of the room, looking worried:

"Let me think about the structure of this talisman..."

Close your eyes, meditate, and observe the talisman. Open your eyes, hold the drawing pen, and draw a few strokes on the three-dimensional drawing software.

Close your eyes again, meditate again, check what you have drawn, and draw again...

After stumbling and struggling for half a day, he only finished drawing one third of the talisman.

Even with this one-third, Shen Le still felt that there might be many things wrong, either the length, the angle, or God knows where.

Shen Le always felt that it was unlikely that he could rely on the talismans he drew to create a teleportation device that was feasible and usable in the real world. It was completely wishful thinking...

"Forget it, let's try Plan B."

He kicked the floor helplessly, and the wheels of the computer chair rolled him back to make room.

Immediately, someone strode over and re-adjusted the various instruments that Shen Le could not understand at all and did not know how to use.

Turn on the instrument, exit, close the door, Shen Le draws down the curtains, retreats to a corner, and sits in meditation silently. With one hand he holds the copper sheet, with the other hand he holds the dressing box:
"Tongpian, I'm counting on you - communicate the latest talisman with Lanzhuang and let Lanzhuang project it!"

He lowered his eyebrows and eyes, breathing in slowly, and exhaling slowly. Inhale-inhale-inhale-inhale, little by little he focused his mind and emptied his mind.

It took a long time before I entered a state of no thoughts, no worries, no feelings, and a peaceful and clear state. After an unknown amount of time, I felt something moving deep in my heart, and something flowed through me.

Could it be that the copper piece was conveying a message to Lan Zhuang, using his meditation world as a channel?

Shen Le didn't know, didn't want to know, and didn't want to see. He maintained his previous state of mind, just as if he was an emotionless highway, letting the Hundred Ton King rumble and rush with the cargo;
I also pretended to be an emotionless optical fiber, letting the light carry information running wildly from one end to the other.

As for whether these goods were steel coils or logs, and whether the information was text or video, Shen Le didn't know and didn't want to take a look.

His current state was just right for information to flow. He always felt that if he reached out and fished in there, the information would be disrupted, and Lan Zhuang would not be able to handle the talisman...

He didn't know how long he had been in trance or meditating, he only knew that he had completely lost the concept of time.

After a long time, my heart suddenly moved, like a drop of dew falling into the lake of my heart, causing ripples that reached the shore.

Shen Le suddenly opened his eyes and looked in surprise at the colorful talismans hanging in the air in the darkness.

Become!

The makeup is done!
He didn't dare to move, and huddled in a corner, staring at the talisman. The talisman was roughly an irregular square, more than three feet long, wide and high, with layers upon layers, probably seventy or eighty layers?
In short, even if he draws for another week on his own, he may not be able to draw it accurately.

As for now, whether the Special Affairs Bureau can accurately copy this talisman depends on the equipment...

Is ten minutes enough?
Or half an hour?

One hour?

In the dark, I couldn't read, play with my phone, or walk around. It was really boring. Shen Le observed the talisman for a while, then closed his eyes again and started practicing.

He didn't know how much time had passed, but when he opened his eyes, the suspended talisman had disappeared, and the buzzing sound of instruments operating in various parts of the room also stopped at some point.

Shen Le subconsciously reached for his phone, turned on the screen, and saw a message pop up on WeChat:
[Scanning completed, it can be displayed! Thank you! ]

The time of sending the letter was more than an hour ago. When Shen Le walked out of the room, Gu Yulin was waiting impatiently at the door, moving his left foot to his right foot and then his right foot to his left foot. When he saw him push the door open, his eyes lit up:
"Oh, you finally came out! - Come on, come on, we're waiting for you!"

What are you waiting for me?
Are we ready for dinner?

Are you waiting to eat the seafood that has just been brought out of the sea while it is fresh and ready to be cooked?
Eat first, don't wait for me! This thing won't taste good if it's overcooked!
Shen Le quickly followed him. As expected, the meal had already started. Three large pots with a diameter of more than 1.5 meters were placed on the fire, boiling and bubbling.

The three chefs stood by the pot with shovels - the kind used for digging - and stirred the pot with all their strength. The effort made Shen Le want to call the exoskeleton.

Or, just ask the proprietress to come over and manipulate the branches, vines, roots, etc. to stir-fry them in the pan?

What a sin! With such a big fire, can the boss lady’s flowers, branches and vines withstand it?

As he was thinking, a gust of wind blew, bringing the mist from the pot to Shen Le's face. Shen Le couldn't help but take a deep breath:

Fragrant!
It smells so good!

He hadn't had a proper meal since he fell into the secret realm, and he had been eating various spiritual fruits, so he didn't feel hungry. Now, when he smelled this fragrance, his stomach immediately started to growl!

"Give me a bowl!"

He strode forward. The three cauldrons were piled high with food. Through the mist, he could vaguely see large chunks of food:
Snow-white fish meat, curled octopus feet, trembling crab meat, and bright red shrimp meat have already rolled in the pot. The smallest piece of meat is as big as a palm, and the larger ones can be as thick as an arm or as long as an arm.

The three chefs were busy and sweaty. On the other side of the big pot, there were three long tables, and three long lines of people lined up, holding their bowls, swallowing their saliva, and waiting eagerly:

“I want tuna!”

"I want crabs!" "I want mantis shrimps!"

The chef shoveled hard into the pot, and as soon as the shovel was lifted, a large piece of fish flew into the small pot on the table.

Another chef stood by the table, picked up a piece of fish, cut it into half-palm-sized pieces, and poured it into the bowl. After pouring half the bowl, he turned around and scooped a large spoonful of soup, pouring it into the bowl:
"Next!"

Shen Le leaned forward. There were three large pots, one for white soup, one for red soup, and one for sour soup. People lined up in different queues according to their own tastes.

Each team has a long way to go. It feels like at least half of the people in the entire secret realm have come...

Well, let’s say, as the provider of food, can we enjoy some privileges?

"Shen Le, come here!"

From a distance, the proprietress poked her head out and waved to Shen Le. Shen Le breathed a sigh of relief and walked over quickly. Sure enough, there was a separate table in the room, and it smelled even better.

As soon as he entered the house, the proprietress filled a large bowl of fish soup and placed it in front of him:
"Eat! Eat first! Talk after you're full!"

“Ah… Boss lady, it’s so good to have you… Mmmmm…”

Shen Le only took the first sip, and without caring that the fish meat could burn his mouth, he kept casting healing spells while eating.

The fish meat is tender and a little chewy, trembling and full of soup. When you take a bite, your whole body, from the palate to the tongue to the throat, seems to be completely soothed.

As for the spiritual energy in the fish meat, it spread to every part of the body from the moment it was swallowed. This pleasure of increased strength is completely useless!

He ate and drank a lot, finishing a bowl of fish soup that was probably made with tuna belly, a plate of crab cakes, and two shrimps that were longer than his arms.

Finally, he leaned back and patted his belly:

"Ah, that feels good... Madam Boss, your cooking skills are really getting better and better..."

"It's indeed getting better and better. It's even worthy of being used for a state banquet." The director of the Magic City Special Affairs Bureau came over with a half-empty bowl in his hand, grinning.

He stretched out a freshly wiped hand and shook Shen Le's hand vigorously:
"Mr. Shen, thanks to you this time! We have been studying the teleportation array in the secret realm for half a year, but have made little progress.

After obtaining your talisman, we have analyzed three very useful configurations, which has greatly advanced our research progress!"

Ah...what?
Shen Le shook hands with him in confusion. How long has it been since I finished transmitting the talisman?
three days?

Or five days?

It can’t be ten days, right?
How come you suddenly have research progress!
He instinctively wanted to check his phone. The director grabbed his hand and shook it vigorously twice:
"By the way, can you give us a lesson on this talisman, what do you know about it? Which part is used for what, and what is the function of which part?"

Shen Le shook his head vigorously. Classes starting?
I?
If I knew a little about it, I would have known nothing about it. As soon as I was touched, I was transported to a secret realm!!!
"I really don't know about that... Oh, right, there is one very important thing! Very important! When it was transmitted, the pressure on the body was very great, and I was almost crushed!"

He held out his arms, trying to look "crushed."

However, several days had passed. He had been eating spiritual fruits, drinking spiritual springs, and constantly casting healing spells in the secret realm. He had already healed himself. Not to mention the wound on his arm, there was not even a trace of subcutaneous bleeding.

The director took it very seriously, took out a small notebook, and wrote down:

"What else? How do we determine the teleportation location? How do we determine the teleportation direction? How much energy is required?"

"do not know……"

Tsk, I don't know any of this, it's a headache. The director held back a sigh and asked Shen Le very sincerely:
"By the way, Mr. Shen, I have an unwelcome request here - can you please give us more of these spiritual food, spiritual herbs, and spiritual materials? We can pay you!"

"remuneration……"

Shen Le was at a loss. How many points do I have in my account now?

The last time I went abroad, I brought back so many cultural relics. The time before that, you opened such a big secret realm. How many points did you give me?

By the way, the Special Affairs Bureau seems to be sending someone to discuss this with me, and my answer is “I don’t have time…”

"I don't seem to be short of money now..."

"Mr. Shen, do you have any requests? Is there anything you need us to do? Please just ask! - Please spend some money on us!"

　Cats don’t trade stocks…smile gently

　　The cat is just worried that everyone will fry it.

　　Cats don’t want to see readers go to the rooftop…

　　Promise the cat that you will never borrow money to trade stocks and never use margin trading, okay?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)