A month later, Su Hao successively evolved Ashan and Feng Cheng into Prophets, greatly enhancing both of their brainpower.
The two were so moved they wept bitter tears. Had they not been the same sex, they would have embraced in ecstatic joy.
During this period, sluggish thinking combined with bizarre language had tortured them until they wished they were dead.
Now that they had evolved into Prophets, the shackles binding their thoughts had finally been unlocked.
Their consciousness and thoughts had finally gained freedom.
Ashan and Feng Cheng said, "Boss Wei, not having enough brainpower is truly one of the greatest horrors in this world. I never want to be dumb again!"
Only those who had experienced the despair of memorizing vocabulary—memorizing, forgetting, memorizing again, forgetting again—would understand! You ask why I didn't study properly? I wanted to ask why my brain wouldn't remember anything! From then on, Feng Cheng was responsible for looking after the base and all kinds of Spirit Herbs, while Su Hao dragged Ashan to Evergreen Factory and introduced him to Old Ying!
The moment Old Ying saw him, he thought, Who the hell are you trying to fool? You picked some fifteen- or sixteen-year-old kid who stuttered when he spoke and called him a master mechanical designer? If this little brat is a master mechanical designer, then haven't I lived all these years like a pig? As for how to explain things afterward, Su Hao could not be bothered. Once he brought Ashan over, he left on his own. He believed Ashan could handle such a trivial matter.
Faced with Middle-Aged Hu and Old Ying, Ashan could not squeeze out a word for ages. In the end, he stammered out an introduction. "Y-you... hello! I..."
Old Ying was furious...
That little brother Ziyang was truly