Super Weapon Swap System

3The Elementary Scholar was a tall soldier, and he exuded a dangerous aura, and his clothes were very thin, and in the coldest season of the year, he was only wearing a thin suit of Zhongshan clothing.    3

    

The Elementary Scholar was not wearing a military uniform. This time, he was going on a vacation. However, if he were to wear a suit, he would not feel comfortable wearing it. That was why the Elementary Scholar wore this Zhongshan uniform. He looked even more imposing.    

    

Qin Guan was not the leader of the country, so Xiang Jing and the Elementary Scholars beside Qin Guan could not carry guns. They relied on their own hands, but their hands were enough. They were confident.    

    

Now, the Elementary Scholars took the test paper that Elder Wu had prepared and headed towards the printing room of the factory.    

    

A large factory had many matching facilities. For example, there would be a infirmary, a kindergarten, and of course, there would be a printing room.    

    

In the factory, a lot of information was needed. For example, the blueprints that the workers needed for production, and so on. When the materials were allocated, only one copy would be allocated, so the factory needed to print all of these by itself.    

    

Currently, the printing process was very simple. It was just an ordinary printer.    

    

In the past, during the war against the Japanese, leaflets from the underground organizations flew everywhere. It was printed through printers, this thing was very simple. They needed to carve a piece of wax paper on the printers. Then he took the roll, dipped it in ink, and squeezed it from the beginning to the end. Once it was printed, it would be done.    

    

Therefore, the printing room was not very big. Usually, there were only a few people in it.    

    

Today, the Elementary Scholar walked into the oil printing room and immediately pushed the door tightly. The door was locked from the inside.    

    

"I want to print a top-secret document." The Elementary Scholar was very imposing: "All of you, keep this a secret for me. Whoever dares to leak this information will be sent to prison"    

    

"Yes, yes." The few of them looked like they were scared stiff. Then, they nodded in agreement.    

    

"That's it." The scholar took out the paper given by Elder Wu.    

    

A thin young man took the scholar's paper and took out a piece of wax paper. He started to write on the steel plate with a pen.    

    

The others waited silently by the side. At the same time, they looked at the Elementary Scholar with curious eyes.    

    

A woman even wanted to get close to the Elementary Scholar.    

    

"Your bones are so tough. You're wearing such thin clothes. Why is it cold? I have a sweater for you. I'll give it to you." The woman said.    

    

"Go, go, go to the side" The Elementary Scholar hated such a woman the most. That hand was about to touch him. How shameless.    

    

Scholar quickly stopped the woman. The woman smiled and muttered, "Brother, you still know how to be shy. Elder Sister is an experienced person. What have you not seen?"    

    

The Elementary Scholar's face was full of dark clouds. He felt that this factory was hopeless. What kind of person was this? How could such a person be a worker in the factory? This shameless drive and that pair of eyes were staring straight at the Elementary Scholar's lower body.    

    

"Hey, hurry up." The Elementary Scholar felt that he couldn't stay there any longer, so he said to the person who had carved the wax paper.    

    

"Okay, it will be done soon. There is still one last question left." The person said.    

    

Finally, the wax paper was finished. The scholar looked at the woman who was busy tidying up the printer. The wax paper was fixed three times, but it could not be fixed.    

    

"What's going on? Are you new here?" The Elementary Scholar asked.    

    

As he spoke, the Elementary Scholar went up and fixed the wax paper.    

    

If he had known earlier, he wouldn't have come here. He would have directly asked for a printer. He would have been able to print it at Elder Wu's place.    

    

The Elementary Scholar was rather anxious. He opened the ink box, dipped the oil on the roller, and began printing.    

    

One by one, one.    

    

"Flipping." The scholar said.    

    

Printer, if you want to be fast, you need three people to operate it. The one in the middle is printing, the one on the left is in charge of lifting the printer, and the one on the right is in charge of flipping the paper.    

    

These few people were actually watching from the side, which further strengthened the Elementary Scholar's judgment. These people were simply rookies! Not doing anything, not understanding anything.    

    

This woman, whether intentionally or unintentionally, kept a distance away from her seal oil, as if she was afraid that the black seal oil would get onto her body. Just like that, was she still a worker here?    

    

Hmph, these people definitely weren't!    

    

In an instant, the Elementary Scholar thought of something.    

    

This factory was indeed extremely daring. They did not know anything else, but they were simply too well-informed when it came to such unorthodox methods.    

    

Since that was the case, he might as well help them all at once.    

    

One, two, three... Very quickly, thirty pieces are enough.    

    

Only twenty people were needed to go out. Now, thirty pieces were printed, and ten were left as backup. They had just finished printing, and the ink had not dried yet. As long as one roll was rolled up, those without oil would be placed outside.    

    

Then, the Elementary Scholar said, "Get rid of this wax paper immediately. I'll be leaving first. I'll emphasize again that this paper must be kept a secret. If anyone leaks it, the consequences will be severe."    

    

"Yes, yes, I got it. We'll immediately disassemble the wax paper." A few people were busy working beside the printer.    

    

The Elementary Scholar slowly walked out. Before he left, he even glanced at them. They immediately lowered their heads and continued to work. Normally, they only needed to tear down the wax paper in an instant, but they actually did not tear it down.    

    

The Elementary Scholar walked out and closed the door.    

    

"Quick, quick, continue printing!" The woman said.    

    

"Wang Jing, do you know how to do it?" The wax man said.    

    

"Zhang Wen, it's fine as long as you know how to do it. Hurry up and get the answer out of the book. Hurry up," the person said.    

    

Zhang Wen and Wang Jing were the most intelligent women in the factory. When they were greeting at the door, Wang Jing was a member of the gongs and drums team. She was there to welcome the leader.    

    

In the end, the leader said something and wanted to personally take care of it.    

    

How could he take care of it? If he called them over one by one to ask, they definitely wouldn't have time. So, he just gave them a test paper.    

    

Wang Jing immediately thought of this point. If they produced the test paper, they would definitely come to the printing room to print it.    

    

Hence, Wang Jing called Zhang Wen over.    

    

At that time, in order to participate in the team traveling abroad, Wang Jing went all out and exposed everything. Finally, Factory Manager Wang helplessly agreed.    

    

Wang Jing finally relied on her own hard work to travel abroad. She was very happy and wanted to protect this hard-won opportunity. Now, the new old man actually wanted to chase her away? It was not that easy!    

    

Zhang Wen frowned. "I don't know either!"    

    

When he was copying the wax paper, Zhang Wen felt that the questions in it were very troublesome. They were not written in books at all. They were made up by others. How could he get the answers?    

    

"Find someone else. Yes, find Lee Yong. Lee Yong definitely knows how to do it. You have to be quick!" Wang Jing said.    

    

Looking for Lee Yong? Zhang Wen said, "But look for him. He wants money. Give him the money."    

    

If he wanted to convince Lee Yong, the money was enough. But the problem was, why should he pay the money himself?    

    

"What are you worrying about? If I sell this paper, I can at least get a few hundred dollars back. Hurry up. The exam is about to start, and we won't be able to make it in time." Wang Jing's brain was the most active.