I'm really not a genius

Chapter 64

"Ye's moving pile?"

At the door of the office, Lu Heng looked at his son practicing martial arts and asked.

When Lu Yao saw that his father was back, he quickly stopped and said, "Dad, how do you know this is the moving stake of the Ye family?"

Lu Heng closed the door with his backhand and said calmly, "your father, I practiced martial arts when I was young. Although it is deserted now, at least his eyes are still there."

"Which martial artist is guiding you now?"

Lu Yuan said, "it's my classmate's third uncle. His name is ye shaocong."

"Oh, him."

Hearing the name, Lu Heng slightly raised his eyebrows.

Lu Yao asked, "is he famous?"

Lu Heng nodded and said, "well, it's quite famous."

"In the past, your mother loved to watch fighting competitions. I always accompanied her to watch them."

"Ye shaocong was the shoulder of the fighting world at that time. With his participation in the competition, basically others could only earn the second place. He could be called a bully generation."

"Your mother took a photo with him and added his fans."

Speaking of this, Lu Heng's eyes rarely showed a trace of softness.

"However, ye shaocong has stopped playing games in recent years. I heard that he teaches students very well. Many good seedlings have emerged in recent years."

Then he looked at Lu Yao and said, "follow him and practice well. Don't be anxious or compare with others."

"You want to be a demon hunter in the future, not a martial Taoist. You can learn some fighting skills. The most important thing is to practice your physical quality and basic skills well."

Lu Yao nodded and said yes.

……

At this time, it was 5 pm. Lu Heng took his son to the canteen for a working meal, and then took him to visit his studio.

The studio covers a large area of about 300 square meters. It is filled with all kinds of instruments. Although it looks messy, it seems to form its own system.

Although it was time to get off work, there were still many people in the studio.

These people are basically single dogs in their twenties and thirties. They don't live in Liujiang. They don't have anything else to do when they go back to the dormitory. They just stay in the studio to continue their work before they finish their work.

When they saw Lu Heng coming with his son, they stopped their work and smiled back at him.

Lu Yao quickly saluted and said hello to everyone.

"Busy with you, don't pay attention to him," Lu Heng waved to several people and said, "I'll take him to broaden his horizons, turn around and go."

Lu Yao looked around with curious eyes.

Hauser heavy industry, the most famous weapons manufacturing company in China.

Because the guns produced by this company are durable and resistant to attack and manufacture, sometimes demon hunters are in danger in the wilderness, and even dig holes with Hauser guns, so they get the Jianghu nickname of "engineer shovel".

"Come on, look at this." Lu Heng led him to the test bench in the middle of the studio.

There is a semi-finished product on the stage at the moment. The barrel is thick and the body is heavy. It looks very heroic.

Lu Yao tried to take it and almost didn't pick it up.

"What is this, mortar?" Lu Yao asked.

A fat man with black framed glasses beside the stage looked strange and weak: "no, the boss said it was a sniper gun."

"Ah?"

Lu Yao was shocked.

It's such a big monster. How can you say it's a gun?

Who can snipe here?

"What's the matter? Isn't there a gun rack?" Lu Heng said. "You can set up a gun to shoot in bed, but you didn't say you must carry it."

"Er..."

Lu Yao asked carefully, "I'm afraid this gun... Doesn't have to weigh 100 kilograms?"

The fat man pushed his glasses and said in a complicated mood: "the net weight is 53.3 kg and the total length is 162 cm."

Lu Yao was speechless for a while.

This data doesn't sound like a gun, but like a sister.

Lu Heng said, "old song asked me that day if I could raise the power of S82 again, and I tried to change it."

"At present, this one is only a preliminary idea. There are still many parts that can be improved. The finished product should be lighter than this one."

"How much lighter?" Lu Yao asked.

"Two or three kilograms," Lu Heng said.

That makes sense

……

Lu Heng ordered some kebabs for these people as a snack, so he took Lu Yao away from the studio and returned to the apartment assigned to him by the company.

This is a small two bedroom and one living room with simple decoration and few things. It looks unpopular. It seems like a temporary hotel.

Lu Heng locked the door, closed the windows, pulled the curtains and whispered, "the sound insulation effect of this apartment is not very good. We'll try to keep our voice down when we talk later."

Lu Yao nodded, inexplicably feeling that the atmosphere was a little serious.

Lu Heng went to the bookcase in the corner of the living room, turned out a photo, handed it to Lu Yao and said, "is this the Zhou Yazheng you saw in the Ye family?"

Lu Yao took a look and saw a middle-aged man in a black demon hunter's uniform. The man was standing in front of a lecture platform, elated and energetic. He seemed to be lecturing.

Seeing the man's appearance, Lu Yao definitely replied, "yes, yes."

Zhou Yazheng in the photo still has black hair and much less wrinkles on his face. It should have been taken many years ago.

Lu Heng said, "what do you think of his attitude towards you?"

Lu Yao thought for a moment and said, "I can't say he has any attitude. He should know principal song, so he's closer to me."

Immediately, Lu Yao asked, "what did you mean that day, let me not offend him or get close to him?"

"Isn't Mr. Zhou the former speaker of the league? Why deliberately alienate him?"

Lu Heng was silent for a long time and said, "remember not to tell anyone what I'm going to tell you."

Lu Yao nodded.

"It's not really a secret."

Lu Heng poured himself a glass of water, looked indifferent and said, "people of my generation know more or less, but these things can't be said in the open."

"Zhou is always a loser in factional struggle. He was forced to take the blame and leave office 11 years ago."

Hearing this, Lu Yao was stunned.

11 years ago?

That's not

The year of the Songyang tragedy?

"Do you remember?"

Lu Heng said, "I didn't want to tell you. In those years, Songyang..."

At this point, he choked, could not continue, and his hands trembled slightly on his knees.

Lu Yao felt a shock in his heart.

What happened to Songyang?

In the Songyang tragedy, didn't his mother's army die to cover the evacuation of the masses?

Isn't it because I encountered a space crack and was swallowed up by the energy from the other world?

Isn't that the truth?

Lu Heng took a deep breath and said in a calm tone: "the Songyang tragedy is not a natural disaster, but a man-made disaster."

"Most of the more than 3000 demon hunters in Songyang were Zhou Yazheng's lineage."

Then he raised his head, looked at his son sitting on the opposite sofa and said, "do you know what I mean?"