The Apocalyptic Boss Raises Buns In the Interstellar

"The almighty master of the last days is raising buns in the interstellar ()"

After the words fell, Lan Qing nervously waited for the other party's response.

Maybe the person on the other side feels that he has been fooled, or maybe he has no time to pay attention to a boring guy who just wants to try.

So after Lan Qing said those words, the other party silently cut off this unsuccessful communication.

Looking at the disconnected communication, Lan Qing secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but for some reason, secretly kept it.

She didn't even tell anyone about it.

I also purchased some isolation and sound insulation panels through the star network, and created such a private area in the inspection room.

Of course, the function of this area, she explained to the public, is to provide a temporary rest area for some patients.

And this area is not only the four square meters in front of you, but there is actually an area that is used to hide people's eyes and ears.

Feeling the ultimatum from Professor Ennell today, Lan Qing knew that things could not wait any longer.

That's why I turned on the communicator again and contacted the unique communication number.

Fortunately, she didn't have to wait long, and the communication was connected.

It was still the same voice with no age or gender: "Hi ma'am, have you prepared the commission this time?"

Lan Qing: "I... I, I, I... I don't have many star coins on me, can I ask for a discount?"

Opposite: "... I don't know what Ms. needs our help for..."

Obviously, when people do business, it is impossible to make concessions without a bottom line.

Lan Qing: "I want to contact a friend, and I have something important to tell her."

"It's just that she blocked my communication a few months ago, can you help me restore my communication with her?"

Opposite: "Do you have the communication number of the other party?"

"Yes, please wait a moment."

Lan Qing replied, and was about to tell the other party the number that had been kept in her mind.

But after hesitating for a while, she asked again: "I'll give you my friend's communication number, you won't use it to hurt her, will you?"

Opposite: "If you are not at ease, please suspend this transaction."

"However, after this transaction is suspended, you will not have a third chance to contact us."

Lan Qing: "..."

Seeing that she didn't answer, she was a little impatient: "If you don't think about it, just cut off the communication."

"and many more."

If Lan Qing had other methods, she would not contact the other party.

If it is really the last time to contact the other party, then she really dare not interrupt this communication easily.

"I'll give you another five seconds to think about it, don't wait until it's too late."

There was no room for negotiation from the opposite side, followed by an emotionless countdown: "Five, four, three, two, one."

"The time is up, please tell me your choice."

Lan Qing pursed her lips, tears streaming down her face, she covered her mouth, and mumbled three words: "Yes... I'm sorry."

After the words fell, he didn't wait for the other party to respond, but he took the initiative to interrupt the communication.

She doesn't know if what she did today is correct?

However, if she really wanted to pass that communication number out of her mouth, she couldn't do it.

"What's wrong?"

In a certain castle on the 31st, a girl looked at the communication that had disappeared and muttered in disgust.

"If you don't tell me, I won't listen."

"It seems that many people are rare about that communication number."

Lan Qing didn't know that the person on the other side of the communication number was also a girl.

Even a girl a few years younger than herself.

At this moment, she looked at the communication that was cut off by herself, leaned against the isolation board weakly, curled up into a ball, and cried out.