"Yang Hui, do you know him? The creator of G-Onger?" Flit asked.
"Of course I know him, Uncle Madonna's craftsmanship is top-notch." Saying this, Yang Hui gave a thumbs up, "I've tried several times to recruit him to Yang Corporation, but he's always turned me down."
"I've never heard the uncle mention this!"
"Hey? Is there really someone who would refuse an offer from Yang Corporation?"
"It seems he's indeed an extraordinary MS craftsman."
Woolf, Flit, and the others marveled. The salary and benefits at Yang Corporation are world-class, and countless people are eager to join, but only the elite can get in. They had never heard of anyone refusing an invitation from the Yang family, especially one personally extended by the young master.
"Beep beep—beep beep—"
At that moment, Woolf's PAD rang. It was a call from Uncle Madonna, and he answered it casually: "Uncle Madonna, G-Onger is quite popular… What?… Oh, I see, I'll be right there…"
As he spoke, Woolf glanced at Yang Hui, who nodded, so he said to the person on the other end of the PAD, "I'll bring a few people over, don't be too shocked when we arrive… Alright, see you later."
Hanging up the phone, Woolf looked at Yang Hui: "What's up? Still not giving up on poaching him? But I advise you to let it go; Uncle Madonna is quite a stubborn person."
"I'll only know if I try. Talented individuals are worth my effort." Yang Hui shrugged, showing he didn't mind. After being turned down multiple times, how could he not know that Madonna was a stubborn man?
But that was just an excuse. The real reason Yang Hui wanted to go along, and to have Graham pilot the Samurai Gundam to the Madonna workshop, was because of the Genoace that was stationed there. Although it wasn't being piloted by Desil, if it could be destroyed, then it would be destroyed. If the specialized machine was taken out, wouldn't Desil be left without an excellent machine to use in future battles? It would be much easier to kill him then.
"Graham, you'll pilot the Samurai Gundam with us."
"Okay."
"Hey, no need to make it so grand, right?"
"Of course it's necessary. As an MS craftsman, he must have heard of the name Gundam. Let him experience the might of Gundam firsthand; he might just agree right away," Yang Hui persuaded.
"Whatever you say, but I still think your chances of success are slim."
After getting Grudick's permission, Woolf and Yang Hui piloted the shuttle with Flit, Emily, and Dique to the Madonna workshop, with Graham piloting the Samurai Gundam closely behind.
Not far from Fardin, they could see the massive space dock, which had been built with Yang Hui's sponsorship, and it was about twice the size of what it was in the original storyline.
Woolf took the controls, and his standard Russian-style landing nearly scared the souls out of Flit, Emily, and Dique. After landing, they were just relieved to be alive.
Yang Hui didn't mind; although he wouldn't perform such stunts, he had done plenty of thrilling maneuvers while piloting Gundam Rasiel in the Gundam OO world, and this was even less intense.
"Isn't it illegal to modify military MS in facilities not recognized by the Federation?" Flit finally asked the question that had been on his mind as he got off the shuttle.
"Yeah, but even so, there are many pilots like me lining up to buy them, thanks to Yang Hui's help," Woolf replied.
"Really?" Flit and the others looked at Yang Hui.
"The names of Yang Corporation and the Yang Family are quite useful; you just need to report to the Federation," Yang Hui said casually. Although Madonna had repeatedly turned down Yang Hui's offers, the Madonna workshop had always been under the banner of Yang Corporation's independent MS research institute, which was why the Federation had never caused them any trouble.
"Fool!" At that moment, the screen in the landing pod lit up, and Madonna suddenly began to curse, "Do you want to destroy my workshop?"
"Don't say that; weren't you the one pushing for this?"
"Exactly!" At this moment, a purple-haired woman pushed past Madonna and said to everyone, "Don't mind him, come in… Oh? Young Master Yang Hui is here too? What a rare guest!"
"Long time no see, Mrs. Lalapari, you still look so young and beautiful," Yang Hui praised, giving her a thumbs up.
"Oh my, your words are still so sweet. Come in quickly."
"Okay."
Madonna wanted to argue a bit more, but unfortunately… he was a late-stage henpecked husband and had no way to counter his wife.
The group entered the workshop, passing through the production area, assembly area, modification area, and testing area, which left Flit and the others in awe. The Madonna workshop was definitely the top workshop in the universe, built with the best configurations. Just the MS production line was secretly funded by Yang Hui.
Finally, they arrived at the hangar, where a large number of idle MS were parked, including the Federation's Genoace and some new models they had never seen before, all of which had been completely modified.
"Oh! There are so many MS here! I wonder if I can find one that suits me?" Dique exclaimed excitedly. He was an MS enthusiast and had always hoped to pilot one. Just by chance, he probably never expected to become the MS maintenance director for Diva in the future.
"If you want an MS, just let Young Master Yang Hui design one for you. That's much easier than my little shop."
Before they arrived, their voices preceded them, and with a sour tone, Madonna and his wife Lalapari came to greet them.
"Dear! Why are you speaking to Young Master Yang Hui like that? Isn't our workshop's current scale thanks to his support?" Lalapari scolded.
"Tch, isn't it just because he wants to swallow our family business? He makes it sound like he's so selfless," Madonna muttered.
"Shut up!" Lalapari snapped, transforming into a fierce mother tiger, making him feel intimidated. "Aren't you just being stubborn? Young Master Yang Hui has created MS that are better than yours. How old are you? Still acting like a child throwing a tantrum?"
"Who… who said I'm not stubborn? Isn't G-Onger impressive? It just hasn't been compared yet! It might even be better than Gundam!" As he spoke, Madonna looked at Woolf, "Woolf, hurry up and pilot G-Onger to fight Gundam! You must win for me!"
"Uh…" Woolf's mouth twitched, quickly finding an excuse to decline, "Sorry, Uncle Madonna, we have a very important mission to carry out. We can't afford to waste our combat power on internal strife."
Fight with Yang Hui and Graham? What a joke! I've fought them so many times and never won a single match. Winning would just mean I'd be crushed under their weight!
"Uncle Madonna, whether Gundam is impressive or not, can't you just see for yourself? That's why I specifically brought Graham to pilot the Samurai Gundam," Yang Hui said.
"Uh… then let me see just how impressive your Gundam is."
As the Samurai Gundam was brought into the hangar, Madonna became engrossed in observing it. Initially, he was still unconvinced, but after seeing the data, he became completely fascinated. Upon learning that Flit had also built a Gundam, he pulled Yang Hui and Flit into a discussion.
Although Graham, Woolf, and Dique only understood bits and pieces, they still listened with great interest to the three's discussion, leaving Emily to stand back with Lalapari.
"Sigh, why are all men so foolish?" Lalapari sighed, "Especially my husband, who is a super-sized MS fool."
However, the tone shifted, and the couple's complaints turned into sweet nothings: "I can't help it; I'm just as captivated by the way he works tirelessly for something."
Saying this, she didn't care that others were present and passionately kissed Madonna, which made everyone else feel awkward, especially with kids around!
However, this very act interrupted the group's discussion, and Woolf brought up the main issue: "So why did you call us here?"
"Oh! I almost forgot to mention, there's an MS that I need you to help me check out."
"Huh?"
Everyone was momentarily stunned, then followed Madonna to a sealed hangar.
"Look at this."
The hangar was unlit, but following the beam of the flashlight, they recognized the true identity of the unknown MS.
"This is!"
"No way?"
"Graham, get ready to board!"
"Is there really a problem?" Madonna and Lalapari were not surprised by the group's reaction; they had clearly suspected from the start that this MS was problematic.
"This is… UE's MS!"
"Why is this thing in Uncle's hangar?" The group took a few steps back, and Woolf was even ready to draw his gun.
"This MS was entrusted to me by a client for delivery here. My job is to enhance its performance, and the price is quite high, with half the commission paid in advance," Madonna explained.
"A certain client?"
"Ark Dorell?"
"How do you know?" Madonna was suspicious. His client list was not supposed to leak; why did Yang Hui know?
"Let's talk about that later. The priority now is this MS… Watch out!"
Just as they were talking, the Genoace in the hangar suddenly moved, breaking free from its restraints and striding toward the exit. Fortunately, Yang Hui was quick to throw Flit, Emily, and Dique out of the way; otherwise, they would have been crushed by the collapsing restraints. "This way!" Madonna didn't understand why the Genoace had suddenly activated, but now was not the time to ponder that; they needed to evacuate the personnel in the workshop quickly.
"Mr. Madonna, do you have any usable MS?" Flit asked anxiously.
"Use the Shadoru in the hangar…"
"No need." Yang Hui stopped the impulsive Flit and Woolf, connecting to Samurai Gundam's communication: "Graham, push this MS out of the workshop."
"Understood!"
As the Genoace prepared to wreak havoc, the Samurai Gundam charged out, hugging the Genoace and flying forward.
"Uncle Madonna, open the passage!"
"Understood! Open Gate 8!"
Watching the Samurai Gundam and Genoace leave the workshop, the group hurried to the control room, needing to assess the damage to the workshop while also being concerned about the situation outside.
Valentine's Day is here! But as a single person, I can only lock myself at home to give you extra updates. Sigh, it's tough for me!
Just kidding~ The joke is over. Although I'm really typing at home, having all of you readers with me is enough!
Alright, the joke is officially over. I wish all readers a happy Valentine's Day!
For those readers with partners, may you enjoy a happy and sweet relationship, and may you be together for a hundred years, feeling like you're in love every day!
For those without partners… what ar
e you still doing reading novels? Hurry up and go out to flirt! It's a good day, a beautiful time, the right place at the right time. If you still can't find the right person, then I won't give you any more updates! Hmph!
(End of Chapter)