tkworld Chapter 29: Let's hold a mecha farming competition, with international supermodels driving exca
Chapter 29: Let's hold a mecha farming competition, with international supermodels driving exca
Chu Yiyi stared at the heavy imported agricultural machinery on the holographic TV. She couldn't even put her rice bowl down properly, and her chopsticks bounced twice on the table.
She moved closer to Lin Xian's rocking chair, shaking his arm with both hands, her eyes shining like two large searchlights.
Brother Xian, those provincial competitions are so boring they're put you to sleep. How about we organize our own mecha farming competition in Qingshui County to pass the time?
Lin Xian was so dizzy from being shaken that he yawned and thought that since he was free anyway, he might as well find some entertainment.
He strolled over to the junkyard in the backyard of the manor in his flip-flops and casually swiped a few times on the holographic control panel in mid-air.
The azure nano-recombination light waves instantly covered the small mountain of broken copper and scrap iron.
Amidst sparks flying, one after another, wildly styled agricultural mechs rose from the ground, their cold, hard steel lines gleaming with a chilling light.
This is no ordinary agricultural machinery; it is a nuclear-powered excavator with an anti-gravity thruster mounted on its chassis, and its bucket is as tall as a two-story building.
Next to it was a fully automatic harvester with titanium alloy chain saws welded to its tracks, its exhaust pipe spewing out a dark blue plasma tail flame.
Ma Hualong was patrolling the entrance in his security guard uniform when he saw the impressive army of mechs. He slapped his thigh, thinking his chance to shine had come.
He immediately pulled out the encrypted phone he used when he was a CEO with hundreds of billions in assets and dialed the private line of a top conglomerate in the overseas fashion industry.
In less than two hours, five Boeing 747 private charter planes landed directly on the newly built hovering helipad in Qingshui County.
Fifty top international supermodels with blonde hair, blue eyes, and stunning figures walked down the gangway with catwalk-like steps.
Ma Hualong bowed and scraped as he ran up to Lin Xian, pointing at the group of long-legged men and frantically trying to claim credit.
Boss, how can you have mecha without car models? I've brought over the entire Victoria's Secret runway team to warm up the crowd for you!
Lin Xian looked at the group of foreign beauties dressed in revealing bikinis and patted Ma Hualong on the shoulder with satisfaction. This old man really knows how to do things properly.
The weather controller set a constant 25-degree spring breeze above the farmland behind the mountain, so the models didn't feel cold even though they were wearing bikinis.
At Lin Xian's command, fifty international supermodels excitedly climbed into the spacious cab of the nuclear-powered excavator.
These delicate beauties, who usually have bodyguards tighten even the caps on their mineral water bottles, are now gripping the control levers and slamming their feet down on the nuclear-powered accelerator.
With a deafening roar, dozens of nuclear-powered excavators unleashed a thunderous roar that shook the heavens, resembling a herd of ancient steel behemoths unleashed from their gates.
The wide titanium alloy tracks carved deep furrows in the mud, and the massive mech was moving across the field with the acceleration of a supercar.
The blonde supermodels, wearing goggles, screamed excitedly through the mecha's loudspeakers, echoing throughout every corner of Qingshui County.
The massive titanium alloy bucket precisely turns over the thick, mutated black soil, covering half an acre with a single scoop—its efficiency is astonishing.
County head Sun Liancheng happened to be there with several leaders from the city, inspecting the infrastructure construction work of the new rural area at the foot of the mountain in Qingshui County.
As soon as he reached the edge of the field, he saw dozens of heavy mechs flying in the sky, with foreign women in bikinis in the cockpits.
Sun Liancheng dropped his stainless steel thermos on the ground, smashing the bottom and spilling scalding hot goji berry water all over his shoes without even wiping it off.
The city leaders were so frightened that their legs went weak, and they collapsed onto the edge of the field, their lips trembling as they could not utter a coherent sentence.
The leader grabbed Sun Liancheng's sleeve and shouted, "Old Sun, you call this a demonstration county for agricultural mechanization? This is like bringing science fiction into reality!"
Sun Liancheng wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and straightened his back a little as he looked at the glittering floating manor in mid-air.
This is Lin Shenxian's doing. Let alone mecha farming, even if Lin Xian wanted to build a spaceship at the village entrance tomorrow, he would absolutely support it wholeheartedly.
The wild car race in the fields lasted for two hours, turning over thousands of acres of wasteland into a smooth surface.
The supermodels, still feeling exhilarated, jumped out of the cockpit, their bare feet stepping onto the temperature-controlled lawn, their chests heaving.
Angelina Jolie, the leading Victoria's Secret model, took a deep breath of the air in the manor, her blue eyes filled with awe.
She touched her cheeks, and the roughness and dullness caused by years of heavy makeup had miraculously disappeared.
The abundant life force here is ten thousand times more effective than the most expensive million-dollar skincare products they've ever used.
Angelina, accompanied by a group of supermodels, rushed to Lin Xian's beach chair and lined up in a row, their eyes filled with fervent admiration.
They didn't even care about the exorbitant penalty for breach of contract; they all started pleading with Lin Xian in accented Chinese.
These foreign women cried and shouted that they didn't want to go back, they wanted to stay and be the exclusive models for the tractor, they were even willing to work on the farm at their own expense.
Su Qinghan walked over with a cup of hand-ground coffee, looking at the group of foreign supermodels with their eyes full of enthusiasm, and a helpless smile appeared on her lips.
Lin Xian's damn charm has now even captivated this group of worldly-wise foreign women.
Lin Xian lazily rolled over, looking at the row of long, white legs, and thought that they would be quite pleasing to the eye as a moving scenic view in the manor.
He pointed to Mu Qingxue standing next to him and told the group of models who wanted to stay to line up with the housekeeper to register.
The supermodels erupted in thunderous cheers, rushing forward excitedly to hug Lin Xian, only to be blocked by Ye Qing, who stood to the side with a cold expression, using her sword sheath to keep them away.
Mu Xiaotian ran over, carrying a gold-plated tractor trophy, and stuffed it into Angelina's hands, which served as the prize for the champion of this farming competition.
Everyone was immersed in the lively atmosphere. Lin Xian, biting into the sliced watermelon that Xia Anran fed him, squinted his eyes contentedly.
Just as the competition ended and the girls were preparing to have a bonfire party to celebrate,
The high-frequency walkie-talkie hanging on the armrest of Lin Xian's beach chair suddenly flashed a glaring red light.
The voice of Zhou Bapi, who was in charge of perimeter security, came from inside, his tone revealing a hint of doubt and disdain.
Zhou Bapi complained on the walkie-talkie that a strange man had come to the trash can outside the gate and was rummaging through it for leftovers.
Lin Xian sat up, reached out and pressed the call button on the walkie-talkie, raising his eyebrows slightly.
Why are you bothering me with a beggar? Just have the cafeteria pack up some leftovers for him and send him away. Don't let him dirty the road.
Zhou Bapi lowered his voice on the other end of the walkie-talkie, even his breathing sounded a bit strange.
He stammered as he reported that he had just shone a flashlight on the beggar's dark face.
Although the old man was skin and bones from hunger, his facial features looked exactly like Lin Xian's former unscrupulous boss when he worked in Shanghai.