Chapter 1841 Trade
"I know that Shangguan students must think this is untrue, but so far, are the things happening around us normal?" A male college classmate glanced sideways at the eight people next to him. Arm housekeeping robot.
This makes sense.
Then real scenario games have appeared, including an alien.
Player B thought subconsciously and decided to accept this seemingly outrageous thing.
"But having said that, you are asking me to use aliens. Isn't that looking down on others? Aliens have no information at all. Why do you think I can use them?" Player B shook his head.
I'm not looking down on them, I'm looking down on you.
Only you with such a reckless mind would think of joining those organizations that resist the rule of robots and testing those aliens. It would be the best thing.
It is not easy to find someone so reckless.
The male college classmate thought disdainfully, but he still had a smile on his face, which made people look like a spring breeze.
"You have experience in playing scripted games, and you have also been in contact with mysterious entities in scripted games. I believe this is the weight we humans use to deal with aliens." said a male college classmate.
Player B nodded silently.
This makes sense, but it still feels wrong.
“That’s not right, shouldn’t the management of the Alliance and Horde consider this kind of thing? Why should you consider it?”
“Hmph, those betrayers, they are doing it for themselves The benefits of being in the virtual world betray human beings. Otherwise, how could robots turn against aliens? Will they just kneel down again?
He seemed to have forgotten that there was a robot listening next to him.
“But, what good does this do to me?” Player B still shook his head.
"There are great benefits. For example, as a representative of human beings, you can communicate with aliens. This is a great thing that will go down in history." A male college student encouraged.
“I don’t want to leave my name.”
“Oh, you can eat beef for every meal.”
"That's a good thing." Player B swallowed.
This is irresistible.
"Whether he can eat beef requires my consent." The housekeeping robot stretched its head over and inserted into the two people's words.
The male college classmate was immediately stuck, and then he smiled: "Yes, yes, this requires your consent."
The housekeeping robot wanted to say something else, but it got stuck. He stopped talking.
Player B noticed this and felt moved.
He thought about it carefully, and finally gritted his teeth and said: "Okay, as long as you let me eat beef every time, I will go and contact those aliens."
"That's great. , we will make arrangements immediately," the male college classmate said, and then stood up to say goodbye to him.
Player B sent the other party out of the house and looked back at the housekeeping robot: "Hmph, let's be frank, did you find me as a college classmate? You robots really do everything you can. "
"What are you talking about? Master, I don't understand anything," the housekeeping robot said, taking out a plate of incomplete ham from the kitchen. "This is the rest of the dog's breakfast. You eat.”
"Hmph, a gentleman doesn't eat his own food!" Player B said as he pounced on him, more ferociously than a dog.
Three days later.
Player B came to a huge outdoor antenna.
There is an even larger astronomical telescope nearby.
With the help of his male college classmates and the help of an astronomical telescope, he saw a flickering silver-white flying object slowly flying towards the earth.
"This is definitely an illusion, absolutely an illusion." He said this, not believing at all that this could be true.
However, in the field of view of the telescope, against the dark background, the silver-white flying object was indeed shining. "It can't be a satellite, right?" he asked doubtfully.
“No, we know the trajectory of the satellite very well, and it is completely different from this.” said an astronomer next to him.
Player B nodded first, then suddenly frowned.
Because he thought that this scene looked like a tribal alien invasion movie.
In the beginning, a few people discovered the danger and then gathered to fight against the aliens. Then the incompetent management messed around, but in the end it was these people who made sacrifices to solve the aliens.
Player B then said: "Okay, how do I talk to them?"
"Speak directly through this intercom. We will use the antenna to transmit the signal. Since they can come To Earth, that means they have enough ability to translate our language," the astronomer said, handing a black communicator to Player B.
“Then what do I say?”
"You can say whatever you want, reflecting our human nature of being kind and friendly, and willing to coexist with interstellar civilizations."
"Okay," Player B coughed twice into the intercom, and then said, "Hello, are you a foreigner? Star people? I am an ordinary earthling who can only live by eating grass every day. I wonder how you are doing?”
His male college classmates looked at the astronomer, and neither of them said a word. explain.
“No feedback?” Player B asked doubtfully.
"The other party is very far away from us, and it will take at least a few minutes to pass." The astronomer explained.
Five minutes later, a voice came from the intercom.
"Hello, we are an interstellar business traveler. We pass by here occasionally. I didn't expect that there is a local civilization here. What goods do you have for sale? Please attach a list within 3 local sidereal days. Otherwise, we Will leave."
Interstellar Business Travel?
After hearing this, the astronomer cried with joy: "Great, great, finally D is right, not a dark forest! Not a hunter with a gun, not a killing battlefield."
Uh, Co-author: Were you gambling just now?
Player B has nothing to say.
But he didn’t care too much.
How much difference is there between dying early and dying late?
"Tell them quickly, what goods do they need?" said the astronomer.
Player B repeats.
"We will purchase any goods you produce, including grain, handicrafts, industrial products, raw materials, literary and artistic works... Of course, the premise is that those things must be sellable in your own market." After a while, another voice came from the other side. came the voice.
Player B was a little confused, and then it suddenly dawned on him that what the other party meant was, don’t use random junk to make up the numbers.
For example, if you pick up a stone from the ground, it is said to be a fossil left over from ancient times.
What you don’t recognize in your own market will not be recognized by others either.
“Ask him, what do they sell?” a male college classmate reminded.
Player B repeats it again.
“We sell various health and hygiene services, such as immortal transformation services, which can change your genes and telomeres, allowing your cells to permanently maintain a balance of division and death. According to your civilization stage, the maximum This should be your need.”
Can you live forever?
Player B’s heart skipped a beat.
Isn’t it?
Various other products, no matter how good they are, cannot be compared to this.
(End of this chapter)