Zhou Qingdong didn't ask why. He just nodded and took Long Yuan out of the warehouse to a rest room in the maintenance base.
The two sat down, each holding a cup of tea, and waited quietly.
About half an hour later, there was a sound of footsteps outside the base.
The steps are steady and calm, neither hurried nor impetuous. The distance between each step is almost exactly the same, as if it has been precisely measured.
Long Yuan put down the teacup, stood up, and walked to the window.
A middle-aged man walked in from the gate of the base. He looked to be in his early fifties, tall, with a straight back, wearing a straight military green uniform, with three gold stars side by side on his shoulder straps. His facial features were straight, and there was a calm bookish air between his eyebrows. He was not like a soldier, but more like a scholar.
But there was something in his eyes that was unique to soldiers. It wasn't murderous intent, but the confidence to control everything, to control the entire territory, control oneself, and control destiny.
This is Divine Pen Douluo Yu Guanzhi, level ninety-nine demigod, Central Legion army commander.
Among all Limit Douluos, he has the lowest sense of existence, silent as a tough shield. But no one will forget that he is one of the people standing at the top of Federal Militarys.
Behind him were two adjutants, each holding a thick folder and walking quickly, as if there were a lot of things waiting for him to deal with.
Yu Guanzhi stopped at the door of the maintenance base. His eyes swept across the empty factory building and fell on the glass window of the lounge. He and Long Yuan looked at each other for a moment through a layer of glass.
He was not surprised or hesitant, he just asked the adjutant behind him, "Are there any guests coming today?"
The adjutant was stunned, then lowered his head and flipped through the records. "There is no visitor appointment record."
Yu Guanzhi didn't ask any more questions. He walked straight into the maintenance base and stopped in front of Zhou Qingdong.
Zhou Qingdong stood at attention and saluted with neat and standard movements.
Yu Guanzhi returned the gift and his eyes fell on Long Yuan.
"Who is this?"
"Vice President Blacksmith Association, Your Majesty Dragon God Douluo." Zhou Qingdong briefly introduced.
Yu Guanzhi was silent for a moment.
This name has appeared frequently in the military's internal briefings recently, and every piece of intelligence reminds him that this young man has become the focus of all forces on the mainland.
However, today is the first time we meet.
"I have admired you for a long time." His voice was calm and steady, in sharp contrast to his status as a soldier.
Long Yuan nodded, also sizing him up. Level ninety-nine demigod, Four-Word Battle Armor Master, General Central Legion - this is a man who stands at the top of power in the mainland.
But he didn't have that aggressive aura about him. He was calm and elegant, sitting among a group of generals, like a civil servant who didn't care about worldly affairs.
However, he knows very well that the more this kind of person is, the harder it is to deal with him.
"Commander of the Remaining Army, how about I lend you a moment to speak?"
The adjutant subconsciously wanted to stop him, but Yu Guanzhi waved his hand.
"Okay."
Central Legion has a main building where business is handled. In the office on the highest floor of the main building, Yu Guanzhi personally made a cup of tea for Long Yuan.
"Zhen Hua How is Grandmaster's health lately?" he asked.
"It's good. I can eat and sleep."
Yu Guanzhi The corners of his mouth raised slightly. "That's good."
He has also customized Battle Armor under the name Blacksmith Association, and has interacted with Zhen Hua several times.
That was a person worthy of his respect, and the most resilient person he had ever seen in the forging field.
"His Excellency Dragon God made a special trip, probably not just to visit the base."
Long Yuan didn't beat around the bush.
"Commander of the Remaining Army, I would like to make an exchange with you for your family's 'Hymn of Life'."
The hand that had just picked up the teacup paused slightly. Yu Guanzhi raised his head and stared at Long Yuan calmly.
"Do you know what that is?"
Hymn of Life was made from the purest Life Stone by a great master in ancient times.
It is said that more than a ton of Life Stone was used to create this artifact, and only the core essence was taken. It can have an affinity for any object, and as an auxiliary artifact, it is of great benefit to Soul Master's practice.
Any artifact or Soul Beast will have a strong sense of affinity after being touched by it. In the past, with its presence, even ordinary people entering Star Dou Forest would not encounter any Soul Beast attacks and would only become their friends.
Although Life Stone is not as good as Gold of Life, the quantity is large after all. If you can get a life-type artifact, it will be free if you don't get it.
And good steel should be used on the blade. Instead of letting it gather dust in the hands of Yu Guanzhi, it is better to let it shine in the hands of a person with more potential.
I think this treasure is also destined to this king.
However, Long Yuan thinks that he is not an unreasonable person.
"I can use Blacksmith Association's resources in exchange." Long Yuan stared at him, "Central Legion needs God Grade Mecha, or two sets of Four-Word Battle Armor."
The entire office fell into silence. The light from the observation platform outside the window passed through the glass, casting a small circle of light on the floor between the two people.
Yu Guanzhi put down the teacup and spoke calmly:
"Three sets of Four-Word Battle Armor."
"General Yu has a really big appetite."
Yu Guanzhi leaned back on the chair and looked out the window at the night sky.
His side face looked unusually soft under the light, as if he was recalling something from long ago or making an important decision.
He turned to Long Yuan with deep eyes.
"I promised my father that I would never trade it at any time. Because it is not just an object, it is the memory of generations of the Yu family."
Long Yuan was silent for a moment and nodded.
"I understand."
But he was bound to get this artifact.
The office was silent for a while.
Yu Guanzhi seemed to remember something and said again:
"A few days ago, I heard that more than 30% of the Central Legion's Soul Tool reserves have been depleted to varying degrees, and it will take at least half a year to fully replenish them."
Long Yuan raised his eyebrows slightly, and an imperceptible light flashed in his golden eyes.
"Three months."
Yu Guanzhi said nothing.
"The forging plan for the first batch of twenty sets of Black Grade Mecha accessories will be launched next month."
Long Yuan's voice is still calm, and the chips have been placed on the table.
"Dealed. Two sets of Four-Word Battle Armor, plus 100 units of Black Grade Mecha, as well as subsequent maintenance services, including some other parts and rare metals. I will submit an order for this later."
Long Yuan stood up, walked to him, and looked out the window at the night side by side with him, like two old friends making a deal, and like two people standing on the top of the pinnacle looking at the general trend of the world.
"Commander of the Remaining Army." Long Yuan didn't look at him, his voice echoed in the empty office, "Should I pick up that thing or should you deliver it?"
Yu Guanzhi turned around and refilled the tea for him. The heat rose again, forming a thin mist between the two of them.
"I'll send it there myself when the time comes."
The tacit understanding of mutual distrust and the cooperation that goes beyond the point are the balance beam used by smart people and the bargaining chip that neither party can regret. Long Yuan No more words.
"Then it will be hard work."