Therefore, when the old man and young wife Zhao Qingcang, Mo Hongniang, Old General Ye, and the blind old man among the recorders who stood there as dazzling as a photo frame heard Sikong and Lin Chou's sinister idea, they were so happy that they almost died. Jump up.
"This thing is really good..." The blind old man kept touching the camera with his hands and feet, "This is very necessary. The situation above is not very good recently. The activities of virtual beasts are becoming more and more frequent, and Neilangshan looks like a dead pig that is not afraid of boiling water and refuses to cooperate - by the way, did you really arrest the next city lord planned by Neilangshan?"
Zhao Qingcang looked at Mr. Ye. The old man looked at the sky. Well, he was really no one higher in seniority.
He could only say speechlessly,
"Caught, Luan Shan's son-in-law did it, the witch's biological son."
"That's like arresting an ancestor. He can't be beaten, scolded or let go. Last month, Jiang Zitao's son beat him until his nose was crooked and several bones were broken. As a result, I had to drink tea with Jiang Zitao for two days. ..That boy's tea taste is too bad...Last month, at the gate of the living corpse shooting range, this little brat once again provoked a group of passing sea hunters..."
"I've heard about wine and character. This is the first time I've heard about tea... This guy is pretty good. Why did he beat up the Sea Hunter?"
"No..." Old General Ye tugged at his very long beard, "He was the one who was beaten - guess what, this kid actually had people carry him to the door of the production committee, with blood on his face, crying Like the little old lady whose son died, she insisted on building a Wolf City embassy in front of the production committee... In the end, she had no choice but to split up the unlucky sea hunting team... Alas...the public is filled with resentment..."
"Pfft~" The blind old man finally stopped tossing the poor recorder, "Can this thing be produced? Isn't it expensive to build such a clear instant video call device?"
Mo Hongniang just smiled.
Since the scientific research institute was handed over to Qin Moumou's son and cooperated with non-governmental organizations or individuals including but not limited to the Jiang family, Zhao family, Wen family, Pen Mou, etc., it has turned a profit in just over a month, and the entire scientific research institute Everyone in the institute felt like it was Chinese New Year. More than 3,000 people from the scientific research institute who were not familiar with the world and whose activities were no more than 500 meters away from the main gate of the research institute came out to promote new products, handing out flyers, advertising and holding concerts, doing whatever they could. ...This trans-fog communication device is just an inconspicuous piece of the two hundred first-generation products that were handed over to the Generating Committee and the garrison for trial use.
The blind old man glanced at Mo Hongniang with his hollow eyes.
"Old Zhao?"
The sleepy Zhao Qingcang was pinched on the thigh by Mo Hongniang.
"Ah? Have you finished the meeting? Let me take a sip of wine to refresh myself... Damn, I'm so sleepy..."
"I'm calling you!"
"Oh...Old blind man, what's the matter?"
The blind old man said angrily,
"What do you think about that panda thing?"
"What do I think? I don't," Zhao Qingcang shrugged, "Just do it, the panda who controls the gravity field. Even if he doesn't have the ability to call jewels, there's nothing you can do with it if Nei Langshan doesn't come forward. You can just waste it. .”
"..."
The blind old man said,
"Aren't you afraid that Lang Cheng will get angry and cause trouble for that guy Lin Chou?"
"Bah!" Zhao Qingcang said cheerfully, "The last time I did this, old man Zhuge lost one cubic meter of source crystal. Do you know that I am not as rich as that little brat Lin Chou now!"
...
Yan returns to the mountain.
Lin Chou held a piece of torn paper that Sikong brought from the base city and was jointly signed by the garrison of the production committee. His hands were shaking with anger.
"Why are you such a bitch?"
Sikong smacks his lips,
"Certificate of bloodline, tsk, I'm really shameless, but it's pretty good, doesn't Gungun now have a Mingguang household registration? Let me take a look at his name and his name. Well, Lin Dagon, from the Bear Clan... .Hey, I can’t go...hahahaha..."
Not only this, but it even has Lord Gungun’s official treatment and standards, with a circulation point of 7,300, a monthly supply of 100 kilograms of green rice, 500 kilograms of corn-flavored gummy candies, and 600 kilograms of bamboo shoot-flavored hard candies, plus an annual subsidy of 1,000 kilograms in remote areas. Buddha belly bamboo shoots, 1,500 kilograms of sugar-roasted chestnuts... and a spouse (sex of your choice), and there are even occupational pension oil and rice supplement rate subsidy standards...
Sikong called Gungun over, took out a huge steel seal, and stuck it on the fleshy pad in the middle of Gungun's right forefoot.
"Well, this is the mark of Mingguang's foreign ambassador. It is valid in both Luan Mountain and Langcheng. Once it senses the large-scale appearance of those two power types, it can project diplomatic letters in mid-air..."
Gungun and Lin Chou rolled their eyes wildly together.
Sikong waved his hand, and several trucks suddenly drove towards the back hill.
"The business trip subsidy has been sent to you. Please report the rest when you come back. Ambassador Gungun, on behalf of the base city, I am now formally asking and informing you that this trip is all about safety. If you have any other requirements, be sure to inform the base city. carry."
"Ooooooooo!"
Sikong looked at Lin Chou blankly.
"This treatment is too bad," Lin Chou said with a straight face, "It said he would need two hundred bottles of sunscreen, ten tons of beef jerky to take with him for food on the road, and twenty chefs."
"Hmm," Sikong took out a small book and started writing, "These are not problems. I can promise you directly on behalf of Mingguang. Do you want to add one to three more translators? In other words, Gungun called out five syllables in total. Can you How can it translate so many meanings?”
Lin Chou hehe,
"You are out of your mind. Can you find someone who can translate Gun Gun's words? What are you doing with a translator? If I enter the city, you will just scream. If you don't understand, you will despise me. If you don't understand, you will despise the base city and that's it." "
Sikong was silent for a while,
"Then it depends on Uncle Gungun being able to enter the city... Also, isn't Master Shan capable of translating?"
Xiao 11, who was driving back after delivering the goods, said in the car,
"If Mr. Shan goes, it won't be 'diplomacy' and will cause war, even though it is not 'diplomacy' in the first place..."
"That makes sense." Sikong had no doubts about Huang's ability to get things done.
Lin Chou stretched out a finger,
"It's agreed that Gungun will pick you up for a month."
Sikong scratched his head,
"It won't take that long..."
"not going!"
"Okay, okay, one month..."
Lin Chou then smiled and waved his hand very coolly. Su Yourong, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately hung an oversized cloth package on Gun Gun's body.
Sikong was confused and muttered to himself,
"Isn't this a potted treasure bag..."
Lin Chou chuckled,
"One month, no more, no less... Gungun, if you see any good things or ingredients, you must bring them back to me and make them delicious for you!"
"Ouch!"
Sikong murmured to himself,
"Why do I have a bad premonition? Are you trying to trick me..."
Lin Chou waved his hand,
"That's it, you fool, hurry back and get back to work and bring me the things by the way. I still have a lot of things to tell you."
Sikong murmured*3,
"I always feel like this 'get out of here' is talking about me..."
