MTL - The Fourth Scourge of Star Wars

39. Their actions

Tang Xiao walked over there just as he heard the old man muttering, "Hey, that little **** the plane just now was very smart, why didn't she come down with us?"

"Huh?" Tang Xiao took out his ears, feeling as if he had heard it wrong.

"Oh, you are the manager, hello, hello, hello." The old man found Tang Xiao coming, smiled and nodded at him, and took the initiative to shake hands.

"Ah, hello, Professor Chi. We have tried our best to meet your needs. We wake you up now, hoping to help us with your knowledge and wisdom." Tang Xiao said.

Who knew that the old man shook his head, his eyes passed Tang Xiao to the back, although it was thriving, he could still see that it was a colony that had just started, "Oh, why did you wake me up so early? I actually wanted to change my place by signing up. old age."

"Eh?"

"I've been busy all my life, and I want to take a break. But, people are used to busy work, so how can I be free. I just sit in the garden and smoke, and I can't help but put the tobacco into a propeller in my hand. So, ah, I just thought, if I change to another planet for retirement, maybe I won't be able to hold so many things in my mind. I can sleep in too." Chi Jianjun said weakly.

"this……"

"So, it doesn't really matter what a mansion is. I'm just thinking, if you can build mansions, then the material conditions will be enough. If you have a mature technical team, it doesn't matter if you have me or not. Large-scale test bases are built. When I wake up, scientific research should also be fruitful. So, wouldn’t it be just right for me to wake up and sleep in at that time?”

"Then what...Isn't that just not bothering you with small problems, and you can't handle big problems?"

"Hey, being a manager at such a young age is different just because of this savvy. Well, where is the mansion where I retire?"

"Didn't you just say that mansions don't matter?"

"I always want a place to live, right?"

Tang Xiao collapsed all of a sudden, what about the devil professor? What about the national treasure-level aerospace master? Why come here to be a bad old man who wants to sleep in all day and is jealous of other girls?

"Gulaham, take Professor Chi to his mansion. It's getting late, and the old man is tired from his journey. Let's take a night's rest." Tang Xiao quickly adjusted his state and instructed Gulaham. a sentence.

After sending Professor Chi Jianjun away, Tang Xiao scratched his head, feeling that his head had grown 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? Chi Lao is a master-level expert! Master, do you know? How can such a person be judged by common sense? Go back first and do your work well! It's scattered." Tang Xiaohui Wave them all away.

Then Tang Xiao also went back to his mansion to sleep, preparing to talk to Professor Chi tomorrow morning.

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At the same time, the outer ring of the Milky Way, the planet Tatooine.

The Lancer YT-1000 spacecraft landed slowly and docked on a berth. In the spaceship, Munter turned off the engine and conducted a final self-check, while looking at Yuri Orlov, who was sitting in the back with a livid face, and said contemptuously, "We're here, big businessman."

Yuri Orlov finally couldn't hold it any longer, he rushed out of the spaceship with a stride, and vomited out with a wow. As a result, the engineering robot who had just run over to overhaul the spacecraft spit on its face.

The vomit covered the sensor of the robot, and it scurried around like a blind man, and then slammed into another robot holding oil. The oil pump suddenly sprayed a large amount of oil, and the scene was in chaos.

"Oh! I... FUCK! What the **** is this place?!" Yuri was sprayed with oil and cursed.

Munter walked over, threw a towel on Yuri's face and said, "Welcome to Tatooine, big businessman."

Yuri wiped his face with a towel and said embarrassedly, "I'm just an ordinary businessman, Mr. Munte. Everyone takes what they need."

"I will charge you the cost of cleaning up these disgusting things on the site! Munter." The speaker was Truda from Nikto, who ran the spaceship berth. The last time he came here, Munter told him He was familiar. "By the way, what about Quinto and the others? Didn't come?"

"It's still inside." Munter picked up a steel pipe from the ground with a smile, and then slapped the oil drum next to it a few times, "Let's go Quinto! Let's go have two drinks."

Hearing the urging, Quinto and Ferasi who were in the cabin ran out, and Ferasi was still a little disheveled.

Seeing their appearance, the villager laughed knowingly, patted Quinto's shoulder and said, "Hey, brother! You shouldn't be in such a hurry, right? The Lancer's cabin is not soundproof!"

Quinto said a little embarrassedly, "No...No, we just..."

"You said, I spent a lot of time to get the manager to agree to bring the two of you out. You won't cause me trouble, will you?" Munter smiled and hugged Quinto's shoulder. He patted Quinto's shoulder. With the flick of a finger, a button-sized bug was glued under Quinto's collar.

"Let's go! Drink! It's been a long time since I drank in Tatooine, hahaha!" Ferasi had already neatly arranged his clothes and walked out as if nothing had happened.

On the other side, Yuri didn't know when he chatted with the old man Truda. He took out a pack of cigarettes, took a puff and then lit another for Truda. Looking at Truda, who couldn't stop coughing for the first time, he laughed, then hugged his shoulders and said, "Hey old man, has anything big happened here recently?"

"Everything that happens in Tatooine is killing other than fighting! But what is this thing you smoked for me? It seems... uh..." Truda sniffed, the effect of nicotine made him a little intoxicated, tongue The knot also began to tie, and he could hardly even speak clearly. He hesitated for a long time before saying: "Tell you about Mos Eisley, there is a group of Bosa people who are doing something recently. Their leader is called Broderick - Gravel, just smashed the ship repair shop run by the Quarren the other day."

"Ha, this is really bad. Where are they?" Yuri smiled and handed another cigarette.

"Mos Eisley...Northwest District...haha...hahahaha! This feels really great!!" Truda took the cigarette~www.~ clumsily lit it for himself, and cooperated The music next to him started dancing, and his speech was incoherent.

"Are these aliens? How could they react so much to cigarettes?" It was Vitaly Olof, Yuri's younger brother, who spoke. With brown curly hair and beautiful blue eyes, he is a little decadent and 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 this is an alien! I've only seen it in movies before! Are you sure they're not actors in costumes?" Vitali was excited.

"Listen to me, Vitaly, if you continue like this, you may get into trouble. Some aliens are not very easy to deal with." Munte reminded him aside.

"And what if we sold them cigarettes?" Vitali's mind was very flexible, and he immediately thought of other questions.

"Maybe, but Dawnstar's environment is not suitable for growing tobacco. It must be grown in a fully enclosed environment, and the yield should not be high. Besides, I am not interested in such things that are harmful to health." Yuri said to himself Light a cigarette.

"Compared to cigarettes, guns can kill people." Vitaly shook his head, "If we can open up the market for cigarettes..."

"Hehe..." Yuri took a puff of cigarette, and then spit out a plume of smoke to the sky, "AK-47 will not let people get lung cancer. Believe me, Vitaly, if it is true as the manager said, there will be an outbreak that will sweep the entire galaxy. If there are wars on countless planets, then cigarettes are really nothing."

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