After wearing the interstellar, His Majesty is so handsome

Chapter 92

"Don't worry, you are my friend's friend, how could I cheat you, you can just sell it to us with peace of mind."

Han Bao was so anxious that he almost ran in circles. He was just a code farmer, and he was most unfamiliar with these negotiations and cooperation.

At this time, the first thing he thought of was Brother Long, and he wished he could tie him on his belt and bring him here.

If Brother Long was here, it would not be a matter of minutes to talk about success.

Now he will look at his boss again, he still looks calm, as if the matter in front of him has nothing to do with her, and he doesn't know who he is working for!
This Murong Cheng is really difficult to deal with, he really wants to cry... blah blah.

Murong Cheng didn't intend to sell fish recipes at all. He didn't care whether the method of cooking fish was sold or not, and he didn't care what they would do when they bought it, but this recipe involved Song Jinsheng, which he learned specifically for Song Jinsheng. If you want to do it, you don't want to sell it.

He asked so much just to satisfy his bad taste.

Seeing Han Bao's appearance of wanting to cry but no tears, he felt relieved.

Who made him so close to Miss Jinsheng.

Listening to Han Bao's pitiful begging voice, Song Jinsheng sat there calmly and took a sip of tea, feeling that it was not as good as the tea she cultivated in Blue Star.

Seeing that guy was about to cry, he shook his head.

But still insisted not to interfere with Han Bao's affairs.

This kid just lacks experience.

In the end, Murong Cheng couldn't bear to see the man in front of him crying like a little girl, so he said: "I have another recipe, I don't know if it will work, as for the recipe for making fish, just forget it Bar."

Hearing this, Han Bao immediately put away his previous expression, and said sternly, "You may guarantee that Fang Ziwen is as good as a fish." After speaking, he added, "Of course, at least To a certain extent, it is better than our food in Fulou.”

"I promise this. But I came in a hurry today, I didn't come and fully prepared, and it will take some time before I can hand over the certificate." Murong Cheng said.

After Han Bao heard this, his heart tightened, and he hurriedly said, "Then how long do you need to prepare? Is three days enough?"

It's been three days at most. Seeing that the date of release is getting closer, he still needs to make changes to most of Fulou, and then convert the formula into code and send it to Xianmen. The time is extremely tight.

It would take him three days just to program, and it would take him at least three days to make some layouts for Fulou, and there were some other trivial matters. It was almost time for the release.

Seeing Han Bao's anxious look, Murong Cheng shook his head.

Han Bao's face tensed, and he stretched out his paw in embarrassment, making a four-to-one comparison: "Those four days should be enough."

Murong Cheng shook his head again.

Han Bao endured the pain and stretched out his claws: "Five days, no less."

Murong Cheng smirked: "I want to say three hours."

Han Bao: "..."

Han Bao looked at Song Jinsheng anxiously, with tears in his eyes, and seemed to say: Look, there are people who are bullying you, and they don't want to avenge me.

Song Jinsheng and Han Bao looked at each other, then turned away.

Han Bao successfully heard the sound of his heart breaking.

However, what does time mean? Why does the friend of the boss say some words that he can't understand? Is it because of regional differences?

"Mr. Murong, I want to ask you a question?" Han Bao asked humbly.

"Please speak." Murong Cheng frowned.

"What... what do you mean by the hour you just said? Can you explain a little bit."

Han Bao looked very embarrassed.

Murong Cheng looked dazed when he was asked, no one had ever asked him such a stupid question.

Is this person serious?Could it be hysteria.

Han Bao suddenly felt that the two gazes on him were a little weird.

Of course, one is from Murong Cheng, and the other is from Song Jinsheng.

Han Bao was puzzled, was the question he asked strange?

For interstellar people, it is normal that they have not come into contact with these ancient things, and it would not be strange if Han Bao asked Song Jinsheng in normal times.

But it is precisely that they have discussed the issue of the ancient civilization era of the Blue Star before, including the time.

She remembered that she had scribbled some knowledge about time.

How long has passed, Han Bao actually forgot.

Murong Cheng refused to answer this question because he couldn't answer it at all.

Just thinking about how to start it, Song Jinsheng rarely spoke: "Han Bao, six hours."

Han Bao suddenly realized, and vaguely remembered where he seemed to have heard of this timekeeping method.But I can't remember where I heard it.

As soon as Murong Cheng heard it, he knew that the two worlds had different ways of keeping time. He could probably guess that one hour in theirs was equal to two hours in this world.

Han Bao, who really couldn't figure out why, simply didn't want to.The focus was on the right track: "Six hours? Is what Mr. Murong said true?"

"Indeed, but I won't show up until around this time tomorrow."

Han Bao understood, smiled and said, "Understood."

Judging from Mr. Murong's age, he was only eighteen, and he was probably facing the first hurdle in his life - the promotion exam. He guessed that his family would not let him waste too much time on games, so he could only play secretly at night.

(End of this chapter)