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After quickly briefing on the situation here, Allen Zhang sent a message to Qibatu informing him that he had found an assistant to help assemble the A10 as soon as possible.

Qibatu did not refuse the offer; after all, many hands make light work. With just one person coordinating several assistants, the workload is enormous, and it is impossible to complete in a short time, even with specialized machinery.

He had stayed up all night and was about to collapse from exhaustion.

He also sent a photo to Allen Zhang.

It was the turbofan engine and electrical system modules of the A10 and the cockpit's control circuit boards, which had mostly been pre-wired. The General Sect Leader stared at the dense maze of wires and was completely unable to comprehend what they were all for.

Truth be told, even if you put the parts and the detailed blueprints of the aircraft in front of most people, they still wouldn't be able to put it together properly. It's a task for professionals. Otherwise, missing a couple of screws could lead to disaster!

Allen Zhang: Not bad. You're still the go-to guy!

Qibatu: That's a demonstration of mistakes. The correct way should be like this.

Another photo came through.

Allen Zhang: ...?

What are you getting at?

He couldn't see any difference at all.

Allen Zhang: Although I don't understand it, I can dock your pay.

Qibatu: Boss, my apologies! If you don't understand, I can teach you!

Allen Zhang: No need, I'll never learn. How many years do I have left to live? This skill is of no use to me. I'll wait until the brain-computer interface is invented, and I can transfer knowledge with the push of a button before I learn it.

Qibatu: What a pity, you might have to wait for your next lifetime to experience the allure of machinery and the satisfaction of assembling it! It's getting late; I'm going to catch up on some sleep. There are still many parts that I need to assemble.

He abruptly left the chat, not giving the General Sect Leader any face.

Allen Zhang put away his phone speechlessly. Though I can't appreciate the allure of machinery, I can enjoy the thrill of driving. I should go get a license one of these days.

You still haven't experienced the charm of women! Fragrant, soft, warm, and smooth.

What's this macho metalworker act for? Damn it!

The General Sect Leader also informed Dominic that he had received news from Mike's scrapyard and instructed him to find capable Beggar Gang Disciples to take over the work.

Dominic wasn't surprised by this; after all, the General Sect Leader had the means to buy whatever he wanted.

Allen Zhang: If the police come asking questions, just say we had already struck the deal with the previous owner yesterday, and we don't know much about his current situation and whereabouts. It would be best to spray our graffiti on the exterior; that could save us a lot of trouble. Maybe even the loan sharks on the streets will drop by to inquire.

Dominic: Ok.

The graffiti of Lori Louis 19 has significant influence in Zone 5. After all, most of the homeless people seen on the street, except for the isolated ones, belong to the organization.

Having organized his tasks, Allen Zhang drove away from the suburban customization shop and headed to downtown Los Angeles, and it was around ten o'clock when he returned to the city.

En route, he also received a message from Pike, informing him that the Whale Auction was about to start and many people had already arrived, hoping to see him there.

Allen Zhang: Don't worry, I never break my promises to others. I'm already in the city and can bring people to the auction anytime.

Pike: I've prepared the tickets.

Seeing his enthusiasm, Allen Zhang sympathized with his predicament. He drove to Old Pick's auto repair shop, parked the Jeep in the backyard, and got the keys to the Rolls-Royce Cullinan from the technical supervisor.

He then got into the luxury car and headed to the location of the Whale Auction, parking at the entrance. From a distance, he spotted Pike looking around eagerly, having waited for quite some time.

Allen Zhang got out of the car and called out a greeting. Pike, overjoyed, hurried over to meet him, "Hello, Mr. Jin, I've been looking forward to your arrival."

"Why do I feel like a big sucker, rushing over to give you money?" Allen Zhang said jokingly.

"Not at all, I just think you are more likely to win the bid for my company. As for the auction attendees, I treat everyone equally!" Pike said earnestly and seriously, though his response was clearly insincere.