Global Catastrophe: I, Mecha God, Can't Hide From The World

Chen Ping asked inexplicably.

”Who gave you the note just now?”

Yang Huali pouted angrily at the note in Chen Ping’s hand.

Chen Ping then opened the note, which clearly contained a series of mobile phone numbers.

”Hehe, you kid, you can re-create your son after he dies, but it’s not common to pick up a wife for nothing.”

Yang Huali had a teasing look on his face and poked Chen Ping’s elbow.

”Fuck, I didn’t expect you to be such a crooked Dean Yang!”

Chen Ping felt inexplicably sad.

”How about it? Do you want to consider joining our Mecha Academy? There are beautiful women and a career you like. Is there any more fascinating choice in life than this?”

Yang Huali finally showed his fox tail and began to seduce Chen Ping.

”The beauty is from the Individual Soldier Equipment Institute. What does it have to do with your Mecha Institute? If you want to join, you must also join the Individual Soldier Equipment Institute!”

Chen Ping rolled his eyes at Yang Huali.

Speaking of which, Gao Yuzhu left a very capable and strong impression on Chen Ping. Although Chen Ping was not stunned, his appearance still belongs to the category of being able to play well. If he puts on a little makeup, he can definitely get rid of those Ten Streets of Internet Celebrities.

It’s a pity that Chen Ping doesn’t really like Gao Yuzhu’s short hair. He prefers Jiang Yunya’s long-haired, gentle and charming type.

”Tch, what’s so good about the Individual Equipment Academy? Isn’t it just beautiful women? Our Mecha Academy also has them! Tomorrow I will introduce you to ten or eight of them. We have mechas. Do they have them?”

Yang Huali sneered.

Just now I said it was a good thing to have a wife, but now I am beginning to dislike the Individual Soldier Equipment Institute. Chen Ping has never seen such a thick-skinned person.

”Okay, okay, Mr. Yang, I don’t have that kind of worldly desire now. You agreed to my plan to launch the TD-1 combat robot.”

After this circle, seven or eight days have passed. It has been less than three months since the dimensional barrier was breached. Time is too tight. At this moment, Chen Ping has given up on the plan to mass-produce TD-1.

According to Chen Ping’s calculations, if the material and energy supply problems of the TD-1 can be solved immediately, and all the machinery factories in the Xia Kingdom are fully engaged in manufacturing, there should still be hope for the first batch of 100,000 units.

Although one hundred thousand units cannot change the fact that alien beasts invaded Blue Star, it should not be a big problem to resist the first wave of alien beasts attacking Xia Kingdom.

As for other countries…

Chen Ping doesn’t have that much time to care about the life and death of those people.