I can't sleep during the long night.
In interstellar travel, in addition to gravity, there is also time difference that needs to be overcome.
Without the intuitive feeling of the sun rising in the east and setting in the west, it is difficult to form an inherent concept of time.
Fortunately, the Diyuanxing standard has been used in time measurement.
At the beginning, Wang Teng didn’t sleep well and was suffering from jet lag the whole time. Fortunately, after system strengthening, his body quickly adapted.
Just as I got up and was about to have some breakfast, Zelan came over with a tray and knocked on the door.
"Captain, I brought you breakfast."
Wang Teng rubbed his frizzy hair, opened the door and let Ze Lan in, glanced at the fried dough sticks, soy milk and porridge, then turned and walked towards the sink.
"Put it down. I'll eat after I wash up."
After obtaining approval from the entire fleet, he moved into the captain's exclusive suite.
It's similar to a one-bedroom apartment and has basically all the facilities.
Compared with the dormitory I first lived in, this is completely different.
However, no one had any objection to this.
After all, in their opinion, the captain has worked so hard, so what's wrong with him enjoying himself!
After putting down the dinner plate, Ze Lan came to the bedside and helped Wang Teng fold the quilt, tidy the bed, and clean up.
After Wang Teng finished washing up, Ze Lan also finished cleaning.
Looking at the tidy room, Wang Teng couldn't help but joked: "Zelan, your housekeeping skills are really first-class."
Ze Lan said with a serious expression, "Since I cannot be part of the battle sequence, I can only help the captain do this."
"Do you blame me?"
"Why do you ask that, Captain?"
Wang Teng picked up a fried dough stick, which was made in an air fryer. It didn't contain much oil and was dry, but it tasted good when dipped in porridge.
In today's environment, being able to have such a breakfast is considered a luxury.
"After all, with my help, they all improved, but you didn't."
Ze Lan was silent for a moment, then looked up at Wang Teng and said, "Captain, how can this be blamed on you? Everyone else succeeded, but I didn't. It's obviously my own problem."
"Even if I am to blame, it is my own fault."
"But it doesn't matter. Zelan will prove himself in other things!"
Looking at Zelan who was so serious, Wang Teng couldn't help but smile.
"Okay, you're my assistant adjutant, so it's not your turn to fight."
"It's your job to be there for me."
"At least... you folded my quilt nicely."
At this moment, a projection was projected from above.
The voice of Red Star Intelligence sounded.
"Captain, command center calling."
"Connected."
The figure of Arnold with short hair appeared in the projection, and she spoke hurriedly.
"Captain, resource companies headed by the MIA Group have contacted us, asking if we can collaborate on the development of Planet 117."
"MIA? I remember it wasn't a Skyline faction? Why would they come to us to discuss cooperation?"
Wang Teng thought for a moment.
"I see. Please transfer the communication to me so I can see what they are planning."
"yes!"
"Red Star Intelligence, transfer the communication."
The projection is scattered into light particles and then reassembled into a three-dimensional light curtain.
A blond, blue-eyed elite man in a suit appeared in the light curtain with a smile on his face.
From the perspective of local shrewdness, this is a businessman.
"Nice to meet you, Captain Red Star. I'm the director of the Skyline branch of the MIA Group. You can call me Mike."
"Oh? Director Mike, if I remember correctly, you followed the coalition forces to attack us last time."
"Now you want to cooperate with us?"
Wang Teng leaned back in his chair, slowly eating the fried dough sticks, giving people a feeling of disrespect.
Supervisor Mike didn't show any dissatisfaction on his face, and his smile remained unchanged.
"Fried dough sticks and white porridge, it seems that Captain Red Star is also a sentimental person. I haven't had such a breakfast for a long time. It really makes me miss it."
"MIA is a wealthy family. You are the manager. How could they possibly miss out on breakfast?"
Wang Teng grinned.
"Don't try to be too fickle. Just get straight to the point. Maybe I'll agree."
Manager Mike is also a decisive person. Seeing that Wang Teng doesn't buy it, he immediately switches to smart and decisive mode.
"You've conquered 117 planets, but I guess you haven't contacted the merchants yet. I wonder if you're interested in collaborating with MIA?"
"How do you want to cooperate?"
When Manager Mike heard Wang Teng say this, his eyes suddenly lit up. He thought there was a great possibility of reaching a cooperation.
"MIA Group has a very complete development industry chain, with mature technologies in exploration, capture, development, collection, and operation."
"As long as you cooperate with us, you don't need to participate in management at all, just sit back and wait to receive the money."
"Hearing what you said, it seems that it is quite cost-effective to cooperate with you..." Wang Teng nodded, as if he was convinced.
Seeing this, Manager Mike decided to press on and pursue the victory.
However, Wang Teng refused the next second.
This made Manager Mike look confused, as if he had just opened his mouth and was fed a pile of shit.
"Although what you said makes sense, I refuse."
"Reject, reject? Why? Why? Did another group contact you?"
Wang Teng put down the fried dough sticks, clapped his hands, took the tissue handed to him by Ze Lan, and said while wiping his hands, "It's very simple, because you attacked us before, so I don't trust you."
"Besides, you're just the director of a branch of the group. Above you are managers and regional managers. How much authority do you think you, as a branch director, have to ensure what you said to me?"
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