the days before i bought the galaxy

The reason why Warren offered to entrust him naturally has his reasons.His current location is still not a short distance from the star system he bought. From the perspective of navigation, the area occupied by the Clarke star is on his way to his new home.Since the crocodile problem must be solved, why not use this opportunity to make a little name for yourself?

For interstellar developers, reputation is almost as important as money.

Whether it is a simple transaction or competition between chambers of commerce, it is always easier for a businessman with a good reputation to gain the trust of his partners.The universe is so huge that even the oldest financial groups cannot cover the sky with one hand.Cooperation is the basic means for earthlings to conquer the universe.Warren does not intend to be a dictator, he must start now to establish a good reputation for himself.

He understands that legends are often the most attractive.He knows his age is a disadvantage at some times, but it can increase his leverage at other times.What could be more intriguing than an independent captain who solves a plague of giant crocodiles at the age of 13?At the very least, in the next few years, he will get favorable deals in this area.

"Nice to meet you, Charlie. I'm just in need of someone who's dealt with alligators," Warren said earnestly, though the expression on his immature face was ridiculous.

"Haha, I'll tell you everything I know. Honestly, it's not so bad to do business with crocodiles."

Charlie smiled and ordered a glass of beer for Lan, and asked the robot bartender to bring Wall a glass of iced milk.Then he began to tell the story of his dealings with the Clarke dwarfs—

"They're always honest, and they don't have much discernment. You can take any of their collections, as long as they think it's worth as much as the meat you keep. You know what? They always measure the value of items by volume , it's an old joke in our line of business. Occasionally, though, there are times when you lose money. Sometimes you frighten yourself and follow the Clarke into their storage compartment, only to find that there is nothing of value in there ...but the crocodiles never let go of the meat they get, even if you have to walk away empty-handed. Of course, most of the time, you can still find something, so I don't hate trading with the Clarke. But once, I had a problem with my gas mask and I happened to be in a crocodile den so it was a nightmare..."

"Clarked Stars..." Warren asked after thinking for a while, "How long do they usually stay in one place?"

Charlie shook his head: "Crocodiles like to make their homes everywhere. They eat a lot. My small spaceship has fourteen cargo compartments. Even if they are all full, it is only enough for the crocodiles to have a tooth sacrifice. They are always looking for meat in the universe. Planets with similar resources, eat until only one-tenth is left, and then look for the next hunting ground. The creatures on a standard planet are usually enough for them to eat for a week, and even a planet with particularly rich meat resources is difficult to support More than two weeks. I've never seen an alligator stay there for three weeks."

"So, do they have a lot of food? What do they live on when they are navigating in the universe? How many of them? How many Clarke people usually move together?" Warren asked questions one after another.

"Hey, you two brothers are really interesting. The elder brother doesn't say a word, and the younger brother asks questions. It seems that you are the one with the brain, right?" Charlie looked curiously at Warren and Lan who had been silent.

"Because I am Warren Slim, and Lan is my robot."

Charlie was taken aback: "Are you kidding me?!"

"I never lie." Warren shrugged, taking a sip of milk.

"This is crazy! How could we trust a child and let you investigate the details of those crocodiles! My God! Are you 15 years old?"

"I just had my 13th birthday."

"..." Charlie swallowed, stared blankly at Warren for a while, and then let out a long sigh, "Amazing guy! You will definitely become a big shot in the future! I said, Warren, where are you from?"

"102 light-years away from here, I was born on an E-class planet there."

"Then what are you doing here? Such a desolate place, this is already the edge of the colonial circle, you can't come here to sell parts, right? You have sailed over a hundred light years at the age of 13, you must have used space Folding technology, that's not cheap."

"I sold my planet and bought an unexplored star system 2.3 light-years away. That's why I'm here, and I'm on my way to a new home, my new home with Lan." Wo Lun turned his head and smiled at Lan.

The robot immediately smiled back.He's happy with what Warren said, which clearly fits with his core programming.

"You will definitely become a big shot in the future!" Charlie exclaimed again, "When I was young, I thought about starting a career, but look, 50 years later, my warehouse still only has those meat products A farmed planet is still a farmed planet. The biggest achievement in my life was just changing my spaceship from a micro to a small. Alas... I can't even guarantee that if I choose to retire now, I can live off my savings For the rest of my life."

"You can choose to do it with me." Warren said, looking into Charlie's eyes, with a very serious expression on his childish face.

"What did you say?" Charlie was obviously taken aback.

"60 years old is not too old, compared to the average life expectancy of people on earth①. Have you reached 60 years old? If you choose to work with me, I can guarantee that when you retire, you will have enough money to live your life. Days passed."

"Are you joking?"

"I never joke about this kind of thing. You have something I don't have at the moment - experience. I need someone like you to help me learn everything as soon as possible. I don't accept shares, but if you are willing to be Staff officer, I can allow you to use your own spaceship to transport private goods."

"Excuse me, the Xiaguang is..."

"My spaceship, a 25-year-old tiny spaceship, can carry up to four cargo bays."

"Hahahaha! Sorry! Please allow me to laugh first, no, no, no, this is definitely not mocking you! Now I finally understand why everyone was easily persuaded by you just now! Warren... Warren... Holy Light Above, you are either a big talker or a real genius!"

"And your answer?" Warren asked quietly, not at all offended by Charlie's impolite laugh.

"I'll think about it. I think I'm probably crazy, but what the hell? Come back and sell these goddamn sweet pork! Warren, my boy, my hero, I really Will seriously consider your offer, if you can prove that you are not an expert on big talk."

"You mean, you plan to consider joining after I complete this commission?" Warren asked.

Charlie nodded: "Yes, that's what it means."

"Okay then! Let's go back to the question I just asked. What is the food intake of the Clarke people? How many people do they usually move in? What do they live on when they are navigating in space? Do they store meat? By the way , Charlie, can I have another drink?"

"Ok, another glass of milk for Mr. Slim!"

Charlie raised his glass to the robot bartender, who immediately brought Warren a glass of milk.

"I haven't actually paid attention to how much they can eat in one meal, but I think we can roughly figure it out. Usually they eat directly in my cargo hold. No need to unload the cargo at all, just a few hours, in the hold Just bones and pools of blood. I have fourteen cargo holds, each holding 250 tons of fresh meat, 3500 tons in total. I didn't count the number of people in each batch, I think There are about 300 people in each cargo hold. They always leave after eating, and then come in with another batch, which can be changed about seven or eight times in total. Based on 250 people in each cargo hold, 8 batches are 2000 people. 2000 people eat 250 tons of fresh meat were lost, and each person ate about 125 kilograms. As for the total number of crocodiles, if each of them had a full meal, their number would be about 2000 times 14, which is about 3 people. That is comparable to There are far more Earthlings in this area. Of course, we fight by spaceships, not hand-to-hand combat. The number of people has little effect on space warfare. As for how they survive in the universe, I don’t know. Anyway, I Deals with them are on planets every time, usually when they're about to leave."

"3 people..." This number is much more than Warren imagined.He thought for a while and found a doubt: "A person eats 125 kilograms of meat, are they much bigger than us?"

"Clark's Germans are probably a little taller than us, with an average of about 2.2 meters, and their weight may be twice ours."

"This also cannot explain that they can eat meat equivalent to half of their body weight in one go. But this may be a special energy storage mechanism, and they can stop eating for a long time after each meal. This explains How they navigate the universe without food supplies. Every time they buy meat when they are about to leave a planet, it means that they did not get enough supplies on that planet, so they need a little extra supplement."

Warren's analysis made Charlie nod his head: "Yes, they may just smell the meat and decide to stay on a certain planet. It is entirely possible that they did not find enough meat in the end. The blame has to be that every time the Clarke star After that, I can take orders.”

"Is there a lot of people from Clarke in this area?" Warren continued to ask, "How long does it usually take to pass through a batch?"

"No, they're rare. I've been in this business for 50 years, and I've only received two orders. A few times I've read on Lightyear.com that people from Star Clarke passed by here, but they didn't take the initiative to contact anyone. Meat suppliers, at least the Earthlings have not received orders. This time, they occupied a planetary belt to prevent our people from approaching."

"Well, I get it roughly." Warren nodded. "Is there anything else special? Are the Clarkeids also divided into two genders? What is their social composition?"

"Well... maybe you can look it up on the Lightyear website. I can't tell their gender, and every crocodile looks the same to me." Charlie said with some embarrassment, "But they do have a leader. The leader's The figure is taller and taller, and there are no other distinctive features. Oh, wait, it seems that the scales on the neck are a bit different. I remembered that the leader's neck has a ring of scales of different colors, which is quite eye-catching."

Warren pursed his lips: "What about the larvae? Have you ever seen the larvae of the Clarked Stars?"

Charlie shook his head: "I've never seen a particularly small crocodile, maybe they were born the same."

"And what do they like to collect? I mean, what do you find in their lockers?"

"All kinds of things, crocodiles don't seem to have any specific hobbies. Metals, ores, animal bones, strange mechanical products, and sometimes even other alien life alive. I will pick a little bit, probably every time They can bring back almost 8 warehouses of sundries. By the way, there is one more thing, the items brought back from the crocodile cannot be sold immediately. They usually have a strong magnetism, and it will take a while to automatically Degaussing. This is all I know, I hope it will be helpful to you." Charlie said sincerely.

"This information is very useful." Warren nodded, and he jumped off the high stool with Lan's hands on his hands. "Now we have to go back. After all, the time for this commission is limited."

"Good luck, my little hero!" Charlie raised his glass to them.He watched Warren and Lan leave the old tavern, and then drank the alcoholic drink placed in front of Lan.The robot didn't touch a sip of his drink.

The 64-year-old meat supplier, a devout believer of the Holy Light, had no idea that he would embark on a legendary journey with Warren in the near future and eventually become the pillar of a huge business empire.

The author has something to say: ①In this work, it is assumed that the average life expectancy of people on earth at this time is 120 years old, except for some special circumstances.