AWITTGABAGIWOBAFOAP Chapter 6

Chapter 6: Character Persona Reversal, God-Tier Identity! Don’t Change Faces Too Fast, Chat!

“Has it been confirmed? Is it really that old gentleman?” The director found it unbelievable. The Underground City Convention universally protected the rights of Mechanical Engineers, with copyright of all scientific research results controlled by the individual.

The Underground City Research Institute then bought out the right to use it, authorizing it and selling it to the heads of each district.

The original researcher profited the most, which was why everyone went to great lengths to become a Mechanical Engineer.

So, most Mechanical Engineers were selfish, but also great, using their achievements to advance the wasteland world.

“Yes. The real-name authentication is correct. Allen Jane is old Mr. Bilin’s most beloved little grandson.” The administrator stared intently at the live broadcast, afraid of missing any part of the tutorial.

Suddenly, he heard the old man in the live broadcast room say that tomorrow he would analyze the thought structure of an SS-class Mechanical Engineer, startling him so much he fell out of his chair.

“Director, old Mr. Bilin said…”

“I heard, immediately contact old Mr. Bilin through the back-end, and ask if the Lower Trash District needs to provide him with assistance?” The director’s expression was meticulous, the wrinkles on his forehead smoothed out, the Lower Trash District was about to change.

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Song Ningwan ignored the overwhelming abuse and exited the live broadcast room.

He looked at the contribution point gifts in the back-end, only a few.

Alas, life is not easy.

He couldn’t help but feel disappointed. Could it be that the live broadcast industry was in a slump?

[Ding! A message arrived in the back-end.]

Song Ningwan was stunned and clicked on the back-end.

Lower Trash District Administrator: Sir, you can come to me for any difficulties you encounter.

Song Ningwan found it strange and chose to read but not reply.

He was already poor, he would be finished if he got scammed.

Many messages from strangers were curses, which could be ignored.

Song Ningwan walked out of the factory and looked around. Another earth-shattering mushroom cloud of explosion came from the distant sky.

The Lower Trash District would forever bloom mushroom clouds in the fire, shaking the ground.

For Allen, Song Ningwan had to find a way to leave the Lower Trash District.

So, after running around all day, he found that there were no jobs for a “black household”.

Remembering the ignored administrator, he opened the chat box.

[S: Young man, are you a staff member?]

[Lower Trash District Administrator: Ahhhh! I was replied to by A-class Mechanical Engineer! Mr. Bilin, I’m your fan…]

[Lower Trash District Administrator: I apologize for the trouble the employee has caused you. I am the director of the Lower Trash District, do you need help?]

[S: I’m being followed.]

[Lower Trash District Administrator: Where are you? I’ll send someone to pick you up.]

[S: This isn’t a troublesome matter, but it’s a pity that I have to return to the Upper Trash District, so I can’t do the second live broadcast.]

[Lower Trash District Administrator: Old Sir! I absolutely will not allow anyone to cause you any trouble, please feel free to stay.]

[S: Be careful of the organizations that gather to cause trouble in the commercial street, they are really too immoral, I am very disappointed in the governance of the Lower Trash District.]

Song Ningwan sent out a picture of the tattooed man and his group’s backs.

[Lower Trash District Butterfly Administrator: We will seriously handle this matter and will not cause you any trouble.]

[S: I need A-class Mechanical Engineer certification, the children these days are very vigilant, which is commendable.]

[Lower Trash District Administrator: I will handle it and issue an announcement. Please don’t leave, the people of our Lower Trash District need your help.]

[S: I will stay for one more day, don’t try to find me.]

[Lower Trash District Administrator: Thank you for your tolerance and understanding, old sir.]

The Lower Trash District was originally a place of endless war, countless factions arguing over interests, resources, weapons, and so on, with endless war.

Overt fighting, covert schemes.

At this moment, both forces put down their hatred and wiped away their tears due to the content released by the official, and entered the Lower Trash District Local Area Network (LAN).

Lower Trash District Director: Successfully certified A-class Mechanical Engineer @S, welcome everyone to come to the live broadcast room to listen to the class at dawn tomorrow.

The comments below were about to overwhelm the Butterfly Live Platform.

[This person is actually an A-class Mechanical Engineer! Those who were rude are doomed.]

[The Lower Trash District welcomes an A-class Mechanical Engineer, we will no longer be suppressed by the Upper Trash District, please lead the believers to bombard the Upper Trash District with blood and salute, and rule the Trash District!]

The Lower Trash District Administration Director saw the crazy comments and his fingertips trembled. Didn’t these people know that this A-class Mechanical Engineer was the old master of the Jane family from the Upper Trash District?!

Was it really appropriate to say such things?!

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The assassin’s figure was like a ghost on the eaves, silently avoiding pursuit, the evening wind blowing the black hair covering his blue eyes, his face pale.

There was one more person…

The tattooed man looked at the assassin’s moves and weapons. It was a famous assassin organization in the Lower Trash District, with a lot of collusion with the government.

He knew that the Lower Trash District was extremely chaotic and unregulated, but openly provoking a free organization, did they want to start a war?

“Who sent you?” The tattooed man stopped hiding, leading the assassin to an open space with no obstacles, his eyes dark and unclear.

The assassin naturally wouldn’t answer, the moonlight gleaming coldly, his eyebrows slightly raised, he raised his gun and aimed at the tattooed man.

Bang! Bang!!!

The thugs who were baring their teeth and brandishing their claws fell to the ground one after another. The assassin fired a few more shots, walked up to the tattooed man, and squatted down.

He took out the communicator from the other party’s collar and threw it on the ground, crushing it.

Someone spent a huge amount of money to buy the lives of the thugs, the signature – the Lower Trash District Director.

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A sudden burst of pain in his brain, his steps gradually becoming weak, Song Ningwan had been without food for days, so he walked forward and poked Allen’s face.

At the moment the milk dumpling raised his head, Song Ningwan pointed to his stomach: “I’m very hungry, go buy something to eat, don’t run around.”

Fortunately, Allen was not old, but he was sensible. He held the rough hand of the scruffy man: “Daddy…don’t go.”

Song Ningwan remembered what happened just now, if he left rashly, the child might be in danger at any time.

So he picked up Allen and went to the Lower Trash District Commercial Street, bought two inferior nutrient solutions, and devoured them ravenously.

The taste was really not wonderful, like chewing wax.

After eating, Allen said he needed to go to the toilet.

Suddenly, a team of neatly dressed guard soldiers stopped passers-by, pointing their guns at their temples.

The instrument scanned for a long time, then directly slit their throats with knives, blood splattering.

“Ah!!!!!” The crowd rioted.

Giant LED lights flashed colorful lights in the dimness, watching the people with missing arms and legs and the busy traffic on the street, as if all this was commonplace.

The Lower Trash District brought endless war and smoke that could not be dissipated.

Because mechanical research was too backward, disabled people could not install prosthetics, there were no transportation tools to replace walking, backward and ignorant.

Song Ningwan immediately hid in a food store, pointed to Allen: “There are people outside.”

“Oh, go from the back.” The boss lying on the rattan chair lifted his eyelids and pointed to the iron door in the store.

?

This was commonplace?

Song Ningwan naturally did not waste time, going from the back door to the courtyard, estimating the time, the guard soldiers who were killing people at will should have left.

Song Ningwan lifted the curtain of the back door and found that the boss was still lying there indifferently, so he asked: “What are those people in military uniforms doing outside?”

The boss sneered: “At first glance, they are the army, the dogs of the Jane family from the Upper Trash District. I don’t know what they are doing, it seems they are looking for someone, bastards.”

Song Ningwan thanked him softly, gently comforting the trembling Allen, and leisurely walked towards the abandoned factory.

Leaning on the cement steel frame, he watched every move of the abandoned factory, until he was sure that there was no one, Song Ningwan stood up straight and walked towards the gate.

As soon as he went in, he saw messy footprints on the ground, and waved his hand to avoid the dust.

He had spent all the money he had managed to earn from the live broadcast, so Song Ningwan had to work hard.

He turned on the communicator.

Allen was sitting in the man’s arms, sleeping very well.

A light blue projection screen appeared in front of him, accurately finding Butterfly Live.

As soon as he went online, there were 99+ messages.

The cache was stuck for a few seconds, and the entire server almost crashed.

[S you are following is online!]

[Come and feed Butterfly coins, so that the streamer is more motivated!]

Clicking on the private message page, the first thing that caught his eye was all kinds of covert flirting.

[Corps Commander: A-class Sir, thank you for coming to the Lower Trash District, are you interested in joining the military, I am the Corps Commander of the Lower Trash District, I look forward to your reply.]

[Director of the Department of Neurology: Sorry! I am ashamed for my offense to you, please forgive me.]

Song Ningwan typed two words: Do not disturb.

[Lower Trash District Director: Old Sir, I am the Lower Trash District Director, the Lower Trash District Administration has cooperated with the assassin and has punished the ignorant little thief.]

Song Ningwan exited the private message page and found that the original 0 fans had risen to 10,000.

Taking advantage of the good momentum, he quickly started the live broadcast, selecting the old man’s voice changer.

“Today there are many children, seeing that everyone is so passionate about mechanics, then let’s get down to business and talk about Ka’lier’s design ideas and structure when designing mechanics.”

[I saw a living A-class in my lifetime, my death is worth it. Please, Grandpa, spoil me, accept me as your grandson!]

[Netizen you…this is not a no-man’s land, I am the grandson Grandpa has been separated from for many years.]