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If the finished product is produced according to the standards set by Stark himself, with the materials he has on hand, he can make more than thirty of them.

It's not that the materials he brought back were only enough to do so much, but because Stark listed several research topics at the same time, which are currently under development... The thing he named the 'Guardian Nameplate' has already been released.

After the results have been achieved, according to common sense, even if there are some materials left on this topic, they should be used as backup in other projects that have not yet been developed, rather than being used directly as raw materials for production.

To put it bluntly, the materials that can be made now are all squeezed out from between the teeth. With Stark's treasure of this batch of materials, it is already his limit to do this. Even Shi Xiaolei

Even though he is a close friend, he cannot be persuaded to give more shares.

"Okay, just a little less." Seeing that Stark refused to let go, Shi Xiaolei could only accept the result bitterly.

But then he thought about it, and he suddenly laughed again: "If I haven't heard, what you just said was...according to your design? In other words, if it were changed to my conditions, the performance of that thing would be reduced by one

drop……"

No need to explain clearly, I already understood what Shi Xiaolei meant.

Stark rolled his eyes and replied firmly and without negotiation: "Forty-five, no more."

"Enough, enough~. Haha~!" What kind of bicycle do you want? Hearing Stark's answer, Shi Xiaolei nodded happily and picked up the cup at hand: "Thanks, Tony."

"Tsk~." Stark clinked the glasses reluctantly, and drank the fruit wine in his glass in one gulp.

Although the mood was not very good, Stark did not deny the delicious taste of the fruit wine.

This is already the third glass he drank tonight. According to the measurement, one cup is almost three taels. After these three cups, it is almost one kilogram. If it were replaced by the bottled wine on the market, it would be almost

A whole bottle's worth.

Except for beer, Stark rarely stares at a kind of wine and drinks so much in one go.

For example, he often sips whiskey. Even though he drinks at least two glasses each time, if you subtract the space occupied by the ice ball in the glass, the amount of wine he actually drinks is only about two ounces.

"This wine is good." Really satisfied, Stark finally couldn't help but say: "Is there anything else? Fill me a few bottles later and I'll take them back to drink slowly."

"There should be more, I'm not very sure." Shi Xiaolei turned his head and spoke to Ramiris who was sharing a yogurt with Xie Mi on the coffee table behind him: "Ramirise~."

The small spoon used by children felt a bit like a short shovel in the hands of the very petite Ramiris.

She was using this 'shovel' to scoop up yogurt and happily put it into Xie Mi's mouth... Maybe she found it interesting, or maybe she was addicted to the delicious taste of yogurt. Ramiris seemed very happy and did not notice Shi Xiaolei immediately.

greeting.

She didn't react until Shi Xiaolei shouted a few more times.

While turning back, she looked at Shi Xiaolei in confusion, while continuing her movements... Because of her distraction, Ramiris did not aim at the right position this time, and the angle was slightly higher.

Xie Mi's reaction was also slow, and he didn't have time to get out of the way. As a result, the bottom of the spoon hit its head, and a shovelful of yogurt fell down, covering its face.

"Jamie~, Jamie~!" Waving her little paws, Xie Mi protested very depressedly.

"Ah~."

Realizing that she had stabbed Lou Zi, Ramiris rolled her eyes, stuffed the small spoon into Xie Mi's arms, said "Lock called me", and ran away quickly.

Seeing all this scene in his eyes, Shi Xiaolei shook his head in confusion.

"Xiemi, you..." He wanted to say something comforting, but he saw that a group of little goblins transformed from minions had already gathered around him. Xiemi was busy stopping them from licking his head and had no time to distinguish.

Looking at himself, Shi Xiaolei could only swallow the second half of the sentence.

Turning his attention to Ramiris who had 'escaped' in front of him, Shi Xiaolei shook his head, smiled bitterly and stretched out his finger to gently poke this guy's head: "You, can't you be more reliable?

What?"

"It's not all because you suddenly called me, huh~." She wouldn't admit it, so Ramiris chose to throw the blame without hesitation.

What can be said?

"Okay, okay, it's my fault." Shi Xiaolei could only give up nagging, and changed the subject and asked her about the real thing: "Then what, Ramiris, do you still have more of this fruit wine you brewed?"

"It tastes good~." Upon hearing this, Ramiris immediately crossed her arms with pride and raised her little head high: "Hey, this is brewed by the Demon Lord Ramiris herself."

"It tastes pretty good." Following Ramiris's mood, Shi Xiaolei sent a compliment: "So, is there anything else? Well, Tony also thinks it tastes very good and wants to pack a few bottles back and taste them slowly.

Woolen cloth."

"??" After hearing this, Ramiris became even more proud. When she turned to look at Stark, her eyes suddenly showed a little more recognition.

I saw the little guy flying in front of Stark very arrogantly, and patted the tip of his nose without any hesitation: "You are quite knowledgeable, not bad, not bad, I am very optimistic about you."

To be honest, Stark is really not used to this kind of interaction.

However, because Ramiris is too petite, her words and deeds are full of childishness, and her condescending tone sounds a bit like a child asking for credit, so Stark did not show any emotion at the moment.

Although he was very resistant, he smiled slightly and responded cooperatively.

"The work of the Demon King is very outstanding, and no one can resist its charm. I would be very grateful if you could give me a few bottles to take back and taste carefully."

"Wow hahaha~, you are very wise, I like you~." She was so happy that the hair on her head stood up. Ramiris waved her hand without hesitation and answered very generously: "How many bottles?

This demon king is not that stingy. Hmm~, I will give you three more... no, five barrels, is that enough?"

Without thinking too much, Stark said thank you quickly.

But after finishing the meal, and following Ramiris to the small maze she had opened not long ago, and seeing the wine barrel she had stored in a certain compartment, Stark realized that he seemed to have gone astray.

.

In this compartment that serves as a wine cellar, there are countless wine barrels... not because of how big the wine cellar is, but because these wine barrels are made to fit Ramiris' body shape. The size of each one,

It's about the same size as those milk powder jars on supermarket shelves.

One barrel can only hold two bottles at most. The so-called five barrels can only hold about ten bottles. Although it exceeds Stark's own requirements, it is not as big as the amount he imagined after getting the response.

There is a huge difference.

"If you say five barrels, it means five barrels. Come on, get it yourself~. By the way, pick the one over there. There's not enough time for these here."

"..." The corners of his mouth twitched, and eventually turned into a silent bitter smile. Stark could only nod his head: "Thank you."