Chapter 954 Iori's Shop, Twin Lal?

The quiet alley is as cold as ever. Although it is warm, it is not suitable for any store to open on this street. The only pedestrians passing by are the residents around or passers-by who are walking on the road. There are not many customers at all.

But there is a model shop on this street, and this model shop has been open for quite some time. It is not as popular as those model shops in bustling areas. Only one or two customers come to patronize from time to time, but the shop has no reason to change the location, because...

"There is a model shop in this place? Aren't you afraid of bankruptcy?" Even Huang and Wang Liumei found it incredible when they saw the model shop on this street. Anyone with a little business sense would not choose to open a store in this place.

"Iori is a big model boy, and his wife is naturally not an ordinary person." Yang Hui shrugged. To be honest, Iori's family really relies on the high salary that Yang Hui gave to Iori Takeshi to make a living. This model shop has no profit at all, and Iori Rinko has never thought about how much money this shop can make.

Rinko Iori fell in love with Takeshi Iori because of his love for Gundam models, as well as the passion and emotion in the battle. She also knew that Takeshi Iori's dream was to promote model battles and let more and more people like models and model battles.

Therefore, although Rinko Iori didn't know much about models and the corresponding animations, and didn't love them much, she opened a model shop on the first floor of her house to support her husband's dream. She knew that her husband was very busy outside, so she always guarded this home, and when her husband came home tired, she could see her favorite things at first sight.

For Takeshi Iori, this shop is a gentle harbor where he can return to rest after working hard outside.

Therefore, neither Takeshi Iori nor Rinko Iori planned to change places.

When the group walked into the store, no one came to greet them, which made Huang and the others complain that this store was not for the purpose of making money. No one greeted the guests when they came. If it weren't for Takeshi Iori's high salary, he would have been in trouble.

However, they soon saw that there was a group of people gathered outside the room in front of the store, and some of them were familiar people.

"Eh? Lamba? Miss Harmon? Why are you here? Huh? Two Lambas!?" (In order to distinguish the two Lal, Lamba Lal in the UC world is called Lamba, and Lal in the Build Fighters world is called Lal.)

"General... Mr. Yang Hui, why are you here?" Lamba Lal subconsciously wanted to call Commander-in-Chief Yang Hui, but immediately changed his words when he realized that the occasion was not right.

"I'm on vacation." Yang Hui said proudly.

"Uh... Mr. Yang Hui has worked so hard." Lamba was a little embarrassed. They had been playing for a long time, and only Yang Hui and Huang, Wang Liumei, and Youlin behind him had been working. In order not to be drafted, they had also agreed to keep all communications silent, but they didn't expect to be caught red-handed.

"You are not qualified to say that!"

"Ahaha."

"Brother, is this your friend?" Lal had never seen Yang Hui and his friends. Although PPSE, the world's largest company, is owned by them, they have never appeared in public. They always assigned other people to act as their stand-ins. After all, they still want to have a good vacation after work. With a celebrity face, there will be followers everywhere, which is not fun.

So Lal really didn't know that Yang Hui and his friends were the owners of PPSE.

"Yes, my... good friend." To be honest, although it was a vacation, the upright Lamba still didn't adapt very well.

"Hello, I'm Lal, the twin brother of the eldest brother." Lal extended his hand to Yang Hui.

"Twins?" Yang Hui and others were stunned for a moment. When did Lamba Lal have twin brothers?

But soon, Yang Hui reacted. After all, there are many characters in this world who look the same and have the same names as in the original work. This identity should be arranged by Mephis, which is reasonable.

"Hello, I'm Yang Hui, these are my wives, Huang Li Norega, Wang Liumei, You Lin, and Kati Manekin." Yang Hui said, and shook Lal's hand.

"They are all your wives!" Lal was stunned. Every one of the women behind him was a stunning beauty! They had good looks, good figures, and good temperament. Such a top team of beauties were all the wives of one person!

Lal admitted that he was jealous. Not only did his brother find a beautiful, gentle and virtuous wife, but his good friend was even more awesome!

How could he be so jealous! He could only secretly love Miss Rinko and wait for her to divorce her husband! Jealous! Completely jealous!

"Yes." Yang Hui nodded proudly, just showing off! After all... there are still many LSPs in this world, such as... an old man in Kyoto who loves "shaking"!

As for why I am not surprised when I meet someone whose name and appearance are exactly the same as the characters in movies and TV shows, I can only say that this world is so magical that no one will associate real people with the characters in movies and TV shows, and even the actors and characters will not have any connection. Moreover, there are too many people in this world who are exactly the same as those in movies and TV shows. It is too common.

Even the three people who are famous all over the world, Lux, Shirley Lu and Li Lanhua, are famous because they sing well, not because of the bonus of the roles in movies and TV shows.

"Okay, brother, get used to it. After all, it's Yang Hui...Mr." Lamba comforted his twin brother. It was still good luck that you only saw these four. If you knew there were several more, I wonder if you would doubt your life.

"Hehe... Hehe..." Lal smiled awkwardly, sour as a lemon tree.

"By the way, what are you doing?" Yang Hui asked Lamba.

"Oh, this..." Lamba made way a little, allowing Yang Hui and the others to see the room behind them.

"Model battle, strong man against... modified model of Strike Gundam? It's interesting, huh? That kid..." Yang Hui knew that this was the first battle in the original plot, but the time had changed.

The strong man of Pu Xinnan Sasaki Jin fought against Iori Makoto's Build Strike Gundam, and the red-haired boy who was controlling the Build Strike Gundam was Ling Si, right?

"Do you know him?" Huang asked Yang Hui.

"The prince of the Kingdom of Aryan." Yang Hui whispered in Huang's ear. After all, the information about the other world has not been made public yet. The members of the Promise Corps naturally know about it, and the top leaders of the world also know about it. However, among the people present, Lar and Iori Rinko are just ordinary people and don't know the existence of the other world.

"I see." Huang nodded. If he is the prince of Aryan, then his current behavior makes sense.

Not long after, the Genesis Strike Gundam avoided all the shots of the strong man, and the beam sword cut the strong man in half, winning the battle beautifully.

"We won."

"Well, although the production level of the Strongman is not bad, there are no eye-catching changes. Increasing the strength and adding long-range attack means are good directions, but the beam gun is not as good as the original beam sword. After all, this machine is originally a melee-specialized machine.

And the Iori family kid's creation Strike Gundam is obviously better than this Strongman in workmanship, and its performance in the battle field is higher than that of the Strongman. If it meets the right pilot, it can already suppress this Strongman.

And the level of the pilot... There is no need to say more."

For the two models and the results of the battle, Yang Hui made the most accurate evaluation.

Although the model is not a real MS, the essence remains the same. The design and modification of MS is Yang Hui's old business, and he can see the pros and cons at a glance.

Also, the operating level of Lingsi and Sasaki Jin is indeed not at the same level. The difference in operating level and the difference in machine performance determined the victory or defeat from the beginning.

"This model is really amazing, Cheng, the model you made is really excellent!" After winning, Ling Si praised Cheng. He is not a novice who doesn't know anything about model-to-model combat in the original plot. Model-to-model combat is also popularized in the other world and the Kingdom of Aryan.

Ling Si's operation level is also considered good in the Kingdom of Aryan, but... he can't make models.

Not only Ling Si, but the whole other world is like this.

Maybe it's the difference in the other world. The other world is more like ancient times. People's physical fitness is generally higher than that of the modern world, but the production process is much worse. Therefore, the operation level of people in the other world is generally higher than that of the modern world, but the ability to make models is worse than that of the modern world.

That's why Ling Si is so excited. After all, it's the first time for him to participate in a model battle with such an excellent model.

"No, no, you are really amazing! Ling Si! I found someone who can bring out the best of my model! Ling Si, let's..."

"Ah! Why are you here!?" Just when Iori Makoto wanted to ask Ling Si to team up with him to participate in the Model Battle World Championship, Ling Si suddenly pointed at Yang Hui and shouted.

"Eh? It's a customer! I'm so sorry, I was too fascinated just now." Iori Rinko, who had been paying attention to the model battle, finally noticed Yang Hui and others, and said very apologetically that although this store is not for profit, it is still very rude not to entertain customers.

"It doesn't matter, we also saw an excellent model battle." Yang Hui waved his hand, but he was also complaining in his heart, that it was only your store, if other stores did business like this, it would have been finished long ago.

"Hey! I'm asking you a question! Why are you here!?" Ling Si shouted unhappily.

"You can be here, why can't I be here?" Yang Hui smiled, with a playful arc at the corner of his mouth, recalling a very beautiful memory.