39. Respective actions
When Tang Xiao walked over there, he happened to hear the old man muttering, "Hey, that little girl on the plane just now was so cool, why didn't she come down with us?"
"Huh?" Tang Xiao dug his ears, feeling like he heard wrongly.
"Oh, you are the manager, hello, hello, hello." The old man noticed Tang Xiao coming over, smiled at him and nodded, and even came over to shake hands.
"Ah, hello, Professor Chi. We have tried our best to meet your needs. Now we wake you up, hoping to help us with your knowledge and wisdom." Tang Xiao said.
Unexpectedly, the old man shook his head. He looked past Tang Xiao and looked behind him to see the colony that was just starting out, although it was prosperous. "Oh, why did you wake me up so early? I actually signed up because I wanted to change places. Elderly care.”
"Eh?"
"I have been busy all my life, and I want to take some time off. But, people are used to being busy, so how can they take time off? Even when I was sitting in the garden smoking, I couldn't help but shape the tobacco into a propeller. So, I just thought, if I change to another planet to retire, maybe I won’t be able to hold so many things in my mind. I can also sleep in." Chi Jianjun said weakly.
"this……"
"So, it doesn't matter about luxury houses or anything like that. I'm just thinking, if you can build luxury houses, then the material conditions will be enough. Now that you have a mature technical team, it doesn't matter if you have me or not. Large test bases are all set up Now that I'm up, scientific research should be fruitful. So wouldn't it be just right if I wake up and sleep in at that time?"
"Then... doesn't this mean that small problems don't bother you, and you can't care about big problems?"
"Hey, when you become a manager at a young age, your understanding is different. Well, where is the mansion where I retire?"
"Weren't you just saying that luxury houses don't matter?"
"I need a place to live, right?"
Tang Xiao collapsed all of a sudden. Where is the devil professor that he promised? Where is the national treasure-level aerospace master you promised? How come here is a bad old man who wants to sleep in all day and is still covetous of other girls?
"Gulaham, take Professor Chi to his mansion. It's getting late, and the old man is tired from the journey. Let's rest for a night first." Tang Xiao quickly adjusted his state and told Gulagham One sentence.
After sending Professor Chi Jianjun away, Tang Xiao scratched his head and felt that his head was getting bigger.
"Manager, is this old man reliable? Why doesn't he look like a very powerful person?" an administrative official whispered behind Tang Xiao.
"Who said that? Mr. Chi is a master-level expert! Master, do you know? How can such a person use common sense to judge? Go back first and do the work you are doing well! It's time to disperse." Tang Xiao waved He waved them all away.
Then Tang Xiao also returned to his mansion to sleep, preparing to talk to Professor Chi tomorrow morning.
…
At the same time, in the outer ring of the galaxy, the planet Tatooine.
The Lancer YT-1000 spacecraft landed slowly and docked at a berth. In the spaceship, while turning off the engine and performing the final self-check, Murte looked at Yuri Orlov, who was sitting in the back with a livid face, and said contemptuously: "We are here, big businessman."
Yuri Orlov finally couldn't hold it in anymore, rushed out of the spacecraft in one stride, and spat it out with a bang. As a result, the engineering robot that just ran over to repair the spacecraft was spitted on its face.
The vomit covered the robot's sensors. It suddenly ran around like a blind man, and then crashed into another robot holding oil. The oil pump suddenly sprayed out a large amount of oil, and the scene was chaotic.
"Oh! I... FUCK! What the hell is this place?!" Yuri cursed as engine oil sprayed all over his body.
Murte walked over, threw a towel in Yuri's face and said, "Welcome to Tatooine, big businessman."
Yuri wiped his face with a towel and said in a panic: "I'm just an ordinary businessman, Mr. Murote. Everyone just takes what they need."
"I will charge the cost of cleaning up these disgusting things on your site! Cunt." The person who spoke was Truda from Nikto, who runs this spaceship berth. The last time he came here, Cunt was with He was familiar with it, "By the way, where are Quinto and the others? They're not here?"
"It's still inside." Cunte smiled and picked up a steel pipe from the ground, then banged it hard on the oil drum next to it. "Let's go Quinto! Let's go have a drink."
After hearing the urging, Quinto and Ferrasi, who were in the cabin, ran out. Ferrasi was still a little disheveled.
Seeing their looks, the village agent laughed knowingly, patted Quinto on the shoulder and said, "Hey brother! You're not so anxious, are you? The Lancer's cabin is not soundproof!"
Quinto said with some embarrassment: "No...no, we just..."
"You said, I spent a lot of time to get the manager to agree to take you two out. You won't cause trouble for me, right?" Cunt said with a smile and put his arm around Quinto's shoulder. He patted Quinto's shoulder. While doing this, with a flick of his finger, a button-sized bug was stuck under Quinto's collar.
"Let's go! Drink! It's been a long time since I drank on Tatooine, hahaha!" Felasi had tidied his clothes generously and walked out as if nothing had happened.
On the other side, Yuri didn't know when he started chatting with old Truda. He took out a pack of cigarettes, took a puff himself, and then lit another one for Truda. Looking at Truda, who was coughing for the first time while smoking, he laughed loudly, then put his arm around his shoulders familiarly and said, "Hey old man, has anything big happened here recently?"
"What happens everywhere on Tatooine is not only fighting but also killing! But what is this thing you smoked for me? It seems... uh..." Truda sniffed, the effect of nicotine made him a little intoxicated, and his tongue He also started to tie knots, and could hardly speak clearly. He hesitated for a long time before saying: "Let me tell you about Mos Eisley. There is a group of Bosa people who are causing trouble recently. Their leader is named Broderick Rubble just destroyed the spacecraft repair shop run by the Quarren a few days ago."
"Ha, this is really bad. Where are they?" Yuri smiled and handed over another cigarette.
"Mos Eisley... Northwest District... Haha... Hahahahaha! This feels really great!!" Truda took the cigarette, awkwardly lit it for herself, and danced to the music next to her. He danced and spoke incoherently.
"These are aliens? Why do they react so strongly to cigarettes?" The speaker was Vitaly Orlov, Yuri's brother. He has curly brown hair and beautiful blue eyes, slightly decadent, and is a very handsome young man.
"Yes, aliens, didn't I tell you before? Don't make a fuss. There are tens of thousands of aliens in this galaxy!" Yuri patted his brother on the shoulder and said.
"No... no, you have to know that these are aliens! I have only seen them in movies before! Are you sure they are not actors in costumes?" Vitali became excited.
"Listen to me Vitali, if you continue like this, you may get into trouble. Some aliens are not easy to deal with." Murte reminded at the side.
"And what will happen if we sell cigarettes to them?" Vitali's mind was very flexible and he immediately thought of other questions.
"Maybe, but the environment of Dawn Star is not suitable for growing tobacco. It must be grown in a completely enclosed environment, and the yield should not be high. Moreover, I have no interest in such things that are harmful to health." Yuri said to himself Light a cigarette.
"Compared to cigarettes, guns kill people." Vitali shook his head, "If we can open up the market for cigarettes..."
"Haha..." Yuri took a puff of cigarette, and then blew out a column of smoke into the sky, "AK-47 will not give people lung cancer. Believe me Vitali, if it is true as the administrator said, a war is about to break out that will sweep the entire galaxy. If there are wars on countless planets, then cigarettes are really nothing."
