Plug-in Players In Marvel

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 even if he is exhausted.

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, and the thing he named the Guardian Nameplate, which was being developed at this time, has already produced results. According to Common sense dictates that even if there are some materials left over from this project, they should be used as backup for 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. Given how much Stark treasures this batch of materials, reaching this point is already his limit. Even Shi Xiaolei, his best friend, could not persuade him 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 after thinking about it, he suddenly laughed again: "If I haven't heard, what you just said was based on your design? In other words, if it were changed to my conditions, the performance of that thing would be reduced."

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 cup he drank tonight. According to the measurement, one cup is almost three taels. After these three cups, it is almost enough to weigh one kilogram. If you switch to the bottled wines sold on the market, it is almost a full bottle.

Except for beer, Stark rarely stared at a kind of wine and drank so much in one sitting.

Like the whiskey he often sips from. Even though he had to drink at least two drinks each time, if you subtract the space occupied by the ice ball in the cup, he only drank about two taels of wine.

"This wine is good." Really satisfied, Stark finally couldn't help but say: "Any more? Fill me a few bottles later, and I'll take them back and drink them 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 for children felt a bit like a short shovel in the hands of the very petite Ramiris.

She was scooping yogurt with this shovel and happily putting it into Xie Mi's mouth. Perhaps because she found it interesting, or perhaps because she was addicted to the delicious taste of yogurt, Ramiris seemed very happy and did not immediately notice Shi Xiaolei's greeting.

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

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

Xie Mi's reaction was too 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, smearing 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, left a "Loke called me", and ran away quickly.

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

"Xiemi, you" wanted to say something comforting, but when he saw that a group of goblins transformed from minions were already surrounding him, Xiemi was busy stopping them from licking his head and had no time to be distracted. On his side, Shi Xiaolei could only swallow the second half of his sentence.

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

"It's not all because you suddenly called me, huh." She wouldn't admit it, so Ramiris chose to pass 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: "What about that, Ramiris, do you still have more of this fruit wine you brewed?"

"It tastes good." Upon hearing this, Ramiris immediately folded her arms proudly and raised her little head high: "Hey, this is brewed by 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 up a few bottles and go back to taste them slowly. Woolen cloth."

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

I saw the little guy flying in front of Stark very nonchalantly, 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 devil?" I'm not that stingy. I'll give you three more buckets. Is that enough?"

Without thinking too much, Stark quickly said thank you.

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 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, and the size of each one is It's about the same size as those milk powder jars on supermarket shelves.

A bucket can hold at most two bottles. The so-called five barrels only contain about ten bottles. Although it exceeded Stark's own requirements, it was still far from what he imagined after receiving the response.

"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."