Han Feng:???

Uncle Wang:???

He was a little confused when he looked at the comprehensive estimate of five in 1000 on the data sheet.

This is called not low?

"Believe in yourself."

"When you played games, didn't you just draw a miracle?"

Zhang Yang looked at Lao Wang's head that was slightly reflective in the sun, full of praise, "I think you can still get out of your liver within a few months!"

"Don't do it!"

Lao Wang was angry.

That's how his hair was lost!

What liver is liver!

This probability...

What about fooling around?!

Besides, he is only 96% in normal state. If he continues day and night, when his condition is poor, the probability will drop sharply!!!

Five percent?

I'm afraid it's one thousandth away!

"Lao Zhang, can you be a person?!"

Lao Wang was angry.

Zhang Yang: →_→

for a long time.

He measured the huge benefits of completing this construction project for a full three minutes and finally compromised.

"Then let it go to other districts."

Sighing loudly.

Generally speaking, elemental construction projects in each district are handled by each district themselves.

Only when a difficult construction project cannot be handled by the local government will it be released and the Urban Construction Department of other districts will be taken over.

"Um."

Uncle Wang nodded, and he had to do this.

"pity."

"The Ministry of Urban Construction will be ridiculed by those guys again at the summary meeting..."

Zhang Yang helpless.

"It doesn't matter if mockery."

Uncle Wang shrugged. Anyway, he was often ridiculed, so he was used to it. "Mainly because if there are too many foreign aid programs, our resources will probably be reduced next month."

"fine."

"Save some use."

Zhang Yang sighed.

Now that things have come to this, what else can I do?

And at this time.

Han Feng, who was originally doing so, was shocked and woke up.

etc.

Reduce resources?!

He didn't know much about Uncle Zhang and his team's work, but he still had a lot of resources allocation. If the Ministry of Urban Construction's resources were reduced...

The first one to lose is his salted fish!!!

He was just a name for receiving resources. He had rich resources in the past few months. I gave Han Feng some, and it didn't matter to others, but if the resources were limited...

no!

Absolutely not possible!

He is now relying on this little resource to improve! If he doesn't even have this, he will probably lose his qualification to break through the F-level!

At that time, the line of life and death will be launched...

brush!

Han Feng became energetic.

He took a deep breath and glanced at the sand table made by Uncle Wang.

This is an office building building sand table. The entire appearance and design have been completed, but the element setting inside is only completed on two floors.

And the laying of elemental floor heating...

It's stuck.

Because the success rate is too low, Uncle Wang cannot do it either.

"Energy interference..."

Han Feng narrowed his eyes.

There are many factors in the instability of energy output, but one of the biggest influences is the difference between output techniques and output techniques!!!

Uncle Wang’s success rate is 96%!

What about him?!

Although he was not as good as Uncle Wang's mastery of the power of sand and dust, he finally learned the high-end technique of Wind Dance. Therefore, if you use Wind Dance...

"Uncle Zhang, why don't I try it?"

Han Feng opened his mouth.

brush!

Everyone looked over in surprise.

Han Feng?

This intern sand table teacher?!

"Stop making trouble."

Uncle Zhang couldn't laugh or cry, "You..."

"Come and try it."

Uncle Wang interrupted him.

"good."

Han Feng was shocked and approached the study.

"What do you think?"

Zhang Yang glanced at Lao Wang.

“It’s always good to try.”

Uncle Wang said lightly, "This kind of high-difficulty elemental facilities will be exposed to earlier. Regardless of success or failure, it will be beneficial to future growth."

“That’s right.”

Zhang Yang nodded slightly.

The others looked at each other and didn't speak anymore.

No matter what, Han Feng is Zhang Yang's nephew. He wants to practice his skills...

Then practice.

Anyway, it has failed, how bad can it be?

then.

In front of everyone, Han Feng walked to the sand table.

This is a sand table that Uncle Wang has completed half of. The appearance of the entire sand table and two of the elemental facilities have been completed, and only the elemental floor heating is empty.

call--

Han Feng took a deep breath.

His eyes swept over the three-dimensional design drawings and modeled the sand table of the elemental floor heating part, and the energy lines of 128 standard values ​​were clearly visible.
Chapter completed!