"Don't worry. You are a friend of my friend. How could I cheat you? Just sell it to us with peace of mind."
Han Bao was so anxious that he was almost spinning in circles. He was just a coder and was least familiar with these negotiations and cooperation.
At this time, the first thing he thought of was Brother Long, and he wished he could tie Brother Long to his belt and bring him with him.
If Brother Long were here, success would not be a matter of minutes.
Looking at her boss now, she still looks calm and relaxed, as if the matter in front of her has nothing to do with her, and she doesn't know who he is working for whether he wants to live or die!
This Murong Cheng is really difficult to deal with, he really wants to cry... 嘤嘤嘤.
Murong Cheng had no intention of selling the recipe for making fish. He didn't care whether the method of making fish was sold or not, nor did he care what they would do after buying it. However, the recipe involved Song Jinsheng and he learned it specifically for Song Jinsheng.
I don't want to sell this.
He asked so many questions just to satisfy his bad taste.
Seeing Han Bao looking like he was about to cry without tears, he felt relieved.
Who allowed him to be so close to Miss Jinsheng?
This kid just lacks experience.
But what does hour mean? Why can’t he understand some of the words the boss’s friend said? Is it because of regional differences?
She remembered that she also scribbled some knowledge about time.
Is this person serious? Could he be hysterical?
Murong Cheng refused to answer this question because he couldn't answer it at all.
It would take him three days just to program, and he also had to do some layout for Fulou, which would take at least three days, as well as other trivial matters. It was almost time to release it.
But he still insisted not to interfere in Han Bao's affairs.
Upon hearing this, Murong Cheng knew that the two worlds had different ways of keeping time. He could probably guess that one hour in their world was equal to two hours in this world.
Han Bao's face tightened, and he stretched out his paw in embarrassment and made a sign of four: "Then four days should be enough."
Murong Cheng smiled evilly: "I want to say three hours."
Han Bao looked at Song Jinsheng helplessly, with tears in his eyes, as if to say: Look, someone is bullying you, why don't you help me take revenge.
Murong Cheng shook his head again.
Seeing that the guy looked like he was about to cry, he shook his head.
How long had passed before Han Bao actually forgot.
When Han Bao heard this, he immediately put away his previous expression, looked businesslike, and said sternly: "You can guarantee that the other recipe is as good as the fish maker." After saying that, he added, "Of course, the minimum is
It’s much more delicious than the food in our Fulou.”
Han Bao looked particularly embarrassed.
In the end, Murong Cheng couldn't stand the fact that the person in front of him looked like a little girl crying, so he said: "I have another recipe, I don't know if it will work. As for the recipe for making fish, forget it.
Bar."
Murong Cheng was confused when he was asked. No one had ever asked him such a stupid question.
Song Jinsheng listened to Han Bao's pitiful and pleading voice. He sat there calmly and upright and took a sip of tea. He felt that the tea she cultivated in Blue Star was not as delicious as the tea she cultivated in Blue Star.
Han Bao: "..."
It's been three days at most. Seeing that the release date is getting closer, he still has to make changes to most of Fulou, and then convert the prescription into code and send it to Xianmen. Time is extremely tight.
Han Bao successfully heard the sound of his heart breaking.
"Please speak." Murong Cheng frowned.
"Um...what do you mean by the time you just mentioned? Can you explain a little bit."
Han Bao suddenly realized it and vaguely remembered where he had heard of this timing method. But he could not remember where he had heard it.
Seeing Han Bao looking anxious, Murong Cheng shook his head.
"I promise this. But I was in such a hurry today that I didn't come and be fully prepared. It will take some time before I can hand over the money." Murong Cheng said.
After hearing this, Han Bao felt nervous and said hurriedly: "Then how long do you need to prepare? Is three days enough?"
But it happened that they had discussed issues from the Blue Star ancient civilization era before, including time.
Han Bao endured the pain and stretched out his paw: "Five days, no more."
Song Jinsheng and Han Bao looked at each other and then glanced away.
Of course, one comes from Murong Cheng, and the other comes from Song Jinsheng.
Just as he was thinking about how to start, Song Jinsheng rarely spoke: "Han Bao, six hours."
Han Bao was confused, was the question he asked strange?
Han Bao suddenly felt that the two eyes on him were a little strange.
For people in the interstellar world, it is normal for them not to have come into contact with these ancient things. It would not be strange if Han Bao asked Song Jinsheng about it in normal times.
"Mr. Murong, I would like to ask you a question?" Han Bao asked humbly.
Han Bao, who really couldn't think of the reason, simply stopped thinking about it. Then he focused on the right track: "Six hours? Is what Mr. Murong said true?"
"Indeed, but I won't be able to show up until around this time tomorrow."
Han Bao understood and said with a smile: "I understand."
Judging from Mr. Murong's age, he was only eighteen years old. He was probably facing the first hurdle in his life - the promotion exam. His family probably didn't want him to waste too much time on games, so he could only play secretly at night.
