Chapter 201 Meeting Started

Lao Tietou silently lifted his glasses on his nose. His eyesight has become a little worse because of drawing every day and thinking about the fuselage structure, but this does not affect his enthusiasm for thinking.

He picked up a stone cup and drank a sip of the green juice in it. Now their metal resources, except for weapons and ammunition, are all left to their engineering miracles.

"Ahem! It's time for a meeting. This time is, ah, the next meeting after the last meeting. Let's talk about the naming of this baby and the problem of weapon assembly."

"Last time we solved the problem of how to cover the armor, and everyone had no objection. This time we brainstorm and speak more,"

After Lao Tietou finished speaking, the technicians in the conference room began to think about how to give their beloved baby a cool and Waaagh! name.

"How about the Iron Dragon?"

"Old-fashioned!"

"How about the Master Technician's Master Technician?"

"Vulgar!"

"How about the Doom Devourer?"

"Doesn't sound very Waaagh!"

The beasts fell into silence. They pondered over it, but they couldn't come up with a better and more Waaagh! name. Not having a good name was an insult to their beloved.

"By the way, do you believe in Brother Gao more or Brother Mao more?" Lin Fan raised his hand, and next to him was the Khan Boss who was folding his arms and not saying a word.

"I believe in Brother Mao, Brother Gao is just a weak chicken!"

"What are you talking about, you idiot?"

Realizing that his question would trigger a war of faith among the orcs, Lin Fan quickly asked the Khan Boss to calm the situation.

The Khan didn't even roar, but just glanced at the few Master Technicians who were about to quarrel. These Master Technicians had seen this look when they were robbed a long time ago, and they all remembered it clearly. They covered their buttocks and sat back in their chairs, not saying a word.

Seeing that the conference room was quiet again, Lin Fan continued, "Look, this thing was made by you orcs, and it can be regarded as a display of power by Brother Mao, but who is the main motivator? It is from our Empire, so I suggest giving it a name that everyone can take into account."

"A name that the orcs and shrimps can take into account? It sounds reasonable, I agree."

"Agree, agree."

The efficiency of the orcs in meetings is really too fast, much faster than the kind of wrangling meetings that Lin Fan has seen. They either only listen to the boss, or they are purely a minority obeying the majority. Even one more person is too much, instead of learning the checks and balances of power in the Empire, where anyone can place their own confidants in the conference room.

Now the conference room is full of knowledgeable technicians. None of them have complicated political and interest demands. They just want to work together to get their beloved babies out, and then go up and Waaagh! A fight!

Really, I am a little envious. If humans can also inherit the state of orcs, everyone will not live so hard.

When alive, he fought vigorously and ate meat with big mouthfuls. After he died, he went to the golden big guy to sing and dance. Just thinking about it made me feel excited.

"So let's give him this name, the power of Gomao and Emperor, call him Gomao Emperor."

"Gomao Dihuang is good?"

Lao Tietou touched his chin and felt that it was acceptable, "Then let's call him Gomao Dihuang. We call him Gomao, and you guys call him Dihuang."

"Uh." Although the pronunciation of the orcs made the name a little unclear, Lin Fan thought it was okay. After everyone decided on the name, they would start to imagine the weapon assembly.

Every great technician has a favorite type of weapon and his own ideas, so when facing such a topic, they quarreled quite fiercely. Lin Fan and Khan sat aside and watched these great technicians with a strong spirit of research arguing.

Khan asked Lin Fan, "Do the mechanics in the Empire quarrel like them now? Do they argue over a theory?"

Lin Fan thought about it and found that none of the mechanics he knew were normal people. Delia and Taraxin were obviously not effective examples. "Do the mechanics in your period quarrel?"

"Ah, it should be considered a quarrel. I learned a little bit of the holy code of the Mechanicus. Don't tell me otherwise! They don't allow anyone who is not a member of the Mechanicus to master this language."

"I understand, I understand." Lin Fan made an OK gesture and swore to Khan that he would not betray his brothers.

"They usually curse..."

"What does that mean?"

"Is your mother a free material in the open source library?"

".That's too bad."

"So sometimes the oil guys will fight, but it's also boring. It's probably to see who can solve the problem faster, who can calculate the production speed of a forging world or something. The two of them stood there stupidly, the lights all over their bodies began to flash, and then they competed to see whose computing core overheated first. We usually gave them some liquid nitrogen to cool them down."

Lin Fan frowned, always feeling that he had heard some strange black history again, and began to wonder if Diliya would also overheat.

"You idiot! What's the use of your bang bang! It's not as powerful as my squeak cannon!"

"Stop talking nonsense! Whoever has the bigger fist listens to him! Take my punch!"

Lin Fan watched them fighting in a ball, teeth and nosebleeds flying all over the sky, and didn't know how to persuade them. He also didn't know which of these orcs' weapons was better for those black bean sprouts.

Old Ironhead and Old Irontui are staunch heavy artillery members. They smashed the heads of other technicians who had objections with their hammers and iron fists. The technicians who were ready beside them dragged their big technicians away and sent them back to the back to treat their brains.

Old Ironhead and Old Irontui are indeed old friends. Their cooperation is much better than that of other technicians who fight alone. In the end, they stood on the bodies of other big technicians with bruises and swollen faces to celebrate their victory.

Khan looked at the celebrating Old Ironhead and Old Irontui thoughtfully, and patted Lin Fan on the shoulder, "Do you think if I beat all the disobedient people in the empire, will they listen to me?"

"I don't think so. After all, they are orcs with simple minds. If you beat them all, the empire will probably be in rebellion everywhere."

"Okay."

Khan sat aside and didn't speak, but Lin Fan knew from his thoughtful look that this guy must not have given up his idea. Lin Fan could only watch him not do anything too big.

Although this is not a great mechanic, it somehow fits what I think of an old iron head, a mechanic great mechanic