Fast Travel Mystery Project

Chapter 275 Starship Captain is a Merchant ([-])
Chapter 301 Battle
An Mo thought that the mere dozens of blank papers were not enough to bother a man to come and deliver them in person, so there must be other things to discuss.

"Is there anything else you want?" She put down her teacup and asked as she resumed her sitting posture.

The man was very satisfied with An Mo's behavior of ignoring the things in his hand and focusing on asking other important points. You know, talking to stupid people is simply a waste of his long life.

"These papers are for you to use for drawing. I have sent the reward to your chip. As for the other deal you mentioned, I have to see the samples first." The man said, putting the paper on Anmo On the coffee table in front of him, he flipped his palm like magic, and an extra chip appeared, "You use this to write stories, there is no need to implant it in your body, someone will tell you how to use it."

An Mo nodded and took the chip carefully, careful not to touch the opponent's skin: "So... is there anything else?"

The man sat back in his seat, poured a cup of tea slowly, and said in an unhurried manner: "If you still want to stay and drink tea, I can discuss the details with you. If you go back immediately and start Write a story—”

He took a sip of tea, looked up at An Mo and showed the first smile after entering the door: "I don't think we have anything to talk about."

An Mo instantly grasped the spirit, stood up with a stack of papers and put on the chip and walked out the door: "Time is money, I really should go back, sir."

"Time is money..." After An Mo left for a long time, a cup of tea was sipped, and the man's murmured voice sounded in the quiet lounge, with a faint smile, "I like this saying."

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In the blink of an eye, a week has passed, and all of An Mo's story samples have been written, including Grimm's fairy tales, Andersen's fairy tales, One Thousand and One Nights, Aesop's fables...

She picked out a representative story of each of the world famous novels she could think of and wrote them out. With so many different types, she was sure that there would always be a little nephew suitable for a man, and the deal she got would never be lost.

The chip is also very simple to use, similar to the carrier of a USB flash drive, and with the help of some cosmic high-tech that is a hundred times more advanced than a computer, it can perfectly realize the transformation of ideas and words.

If the chip is implanted in the body, it will be more convenient to use, even without the help of a machine.

This is what the big man has been complaining about for An Mo for the past seven days: "In order to write a story, you have to sit here without moving all day. If you can implant it in your body, you can move around at will. It's a pity that the chip is too expensive. It's not like us. Ordinary people can have whatever they want.”

But in fact, An Mo prefers this kind of "trouble", which will bring her a great sense of security.Because she doesn't know what side effects or sequelae will be caused by the chip being implanted in her body. If a man takes the opportunity to implant some high-tech products that affect her thinking, movements, etc., she will have no power to fight back.

"Okay, big man," An Mo took out the chip from the machine and patted the giant's arm - at her height, even sitting on a huge chair, she could only reach the big man's arm, comforting, " Don't be discouraged anymore, today you will have a brand new chip."

The big man shook his head and waved his hands casually: "You are new here, and you still have beautiful fantasies about the future, I can understand."

An Mo laughed at this and went to find the man's whereabouts. After several inquiries, he finally saw him in the cockpit as he wished.

The star map, which was calm like a pool of stagnant water in the past, is constantly flickering. Several areas are showing a strange dark red color, while others are bright green.

"Did I come here by accident?" An Mo knocked on the opened door, and greeted with a volume that would not disturb the other party but still be heard.

She was very surprised why she was not stopped outside the door in this special situation, and was invited in respectfully, but she still had to show the politeness and retrogression that she should have.

Under normal circumstances, of course a man would not allow a product, or a foreign race, or an outsider to disturb his "work", but since An Mo showed off his wits a little bit last time, he has become curious about An Mo inexplicably. In his heart, he even vaguely expected An Mo to bring him more surprises;
So there was this scene at this moment: an unprecedented person second only to the captain appeared on the battleship, a guest who had no taboos, no restrictions, and could do whatever he wanted.

It was also thanks to the fact that An Mo was a foreigner captured by the man himself, so he was not worried about her stealing any information, nor worried about her understanding any secrets.

The situation shouldn't be urgent. The man still has time to look at An Mo and signal her to wait in a certain position: "Sit."

An Mo, who didn't know much about the world, was not happy with this answer that everyone envied. Instead, he reluctantly walked to his seat, sighed secretly, and began to stare at the star map in a daze.

Bored, she really wanted to say: You are busy first, I can go back and wait.

But she knew that she was not qualified or able to take the initiative when it came to the transaction. Once she gave up the opportunity to wait, it might mean that the transaction was cancelled, which would be an unbearable consequence for her.

"＠&＊#￥＄..." What the man said there was probably a terminology used in battle to command his men. Although An Mo was confused, he could understand half of it through the magical combination of the changing star map.

The current situation is very similar to conducting a military exercise in a field full of obstacles. An Moshuer, who had read Sun Tzu's Art of War, had an idea and decided to give it a go and try his luck: "Are you fighting the enemy under the command?"

The man didn't know what he was thinking, so he said "hmm" as an answer without looking back.

An Mo was overjoyed, this is definitely a good sign, so he took advantage of the situation and asked, "Those red dots are the other party, the green ones are us, and the gray ones are meteorites, right?"

Hearing this, the man turned his head and stared at her with no expression of joy or anger: "What do you want to say?"

"Maybe I can help. Although you will win sooner or later, wouldn't it be better to save some weapons?" An Mo smiled without any pressure, "In my nation, there was a great ancestor who once It is said that "the terrain has clear terrain, there are obstacles, there are branches, there are narrow places, there are dangers, and there are distances. It's not good for me to go out, and it's not good for the other side to go out, it's called branches; if it's a branch, even though the enemy is benefiting me, we can't do it." There is no way out; just lure it away and make the enemy attack him halfway out, which will be beneficial."

Of course, An Mo didn't have the ability to translate the ancient text into the language of the Blue Card Starfield. She just recited it in the Chinese language, and then explained it. Finally, she blinked and said with a smirk: "Now is the time for us to retreat."

　Not much to say, if it is easy to write, I will write it anyway. Although there are not two or three chapters, a chapter is still a chapter.

　　Thank you to Sundial Mao Laiye, Luobo Qingbai, Shirley Li 19, and Dream Dieshang. Thank you.

　　Thank you Shirley Lee 19 for your tip, thank you.

　　
　
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