"I also knew that you would eventually kill Aemon and become the new Sarnagar, saving the entire universe and going from queen to god. Fang Ze shook the water in the glass and said.

"I'll kill Aemon, but I'd better be a god. The Queen of Blades shook her head to show that she didn't believe what Fang Ze said.

After all, even a queen who has the power of the universe will not believe it when she is suddenly told that she will become the creator in the future.

"Then we might as well make a bet. Fang Ze said, "When you go back, you don't have to worry about choosing the gift you want to give me." You can wait until you really become a god in the future. Then give me what I want as I ask. ”

"What do you want. The Queen of Blades didn't bother whether what Fang Ze said was true. Instead, he wanted to know what Fang Ze wanted.

In this gamble, she had to pay the price if she lost the bet, but Fang Ze didn't have to pay anything. After all, the Queen of Blades can't run back to Fang Ze to block it.

"I want to start with a question. Fang Ze didn't say his request for the first time, but asked the Blade Queen, "Do your Terrans have mature civilian and military nuclear fusion reactor technology?" ”

"Yes, indeed. "Before she became the queen of the Zerg, the Queen of Blades was an agent of the Terrans, and she still knew a lot about the technology of the Terrans. "However, as a technology that is nearing obsolescence, nuclear fusion is now basically only used as a weapon. If you want reactors and related technology, I'll have to dig around to find them. ”

"Knocked out! Why?"

"Every technological development of civilization has extremely high requirements for energy, and nuclear fusion reactions are still very useful in civilizations that have just been able to carry out interstellar travel. But for civilizations that have mastered the technology of interstellar navigation across galaxies, the energy produced by this technology is not enough. ”

Sure enough, the development of civilization was extremely cruel.

The ultimate energy source in the dreams of earthlings is already quite backward technology in the face of higher-level civilizations.

Just as humans in the steam age were chasing how to use coal to burn the most energy, humans in the electric age are gradually preparing to phase out this inefficient and polluting way of obtaining energy.

"My bet is simple. If you do become a new god in the end, then I hope your gift to me is the kind of technology and physical object that is about to be obsolete by the humans on your side. ”

"It sounds like a simple bet, and I can do it without being a god. After hearing Fang Ze's bet, the Queen of Blades suddenly believed Fang Ze's statement a little.

Because of this request put forward by Fang Ze, there is no gambler psychology at all, and he is completely prepared to obtain the most useful things for himself.

"Then this unfair bet is valid. The Queen of Blades did not refuse this request for Fang Ze, her mentality was no different from that of a rich woman who watched the live broadcast and casually threw tens of thousands of rewards to handsome guys with eyes, it was purely to buy a mood.

At this time, the dishes of the Chinese restaurant were also served one after another.

Compared to Fang Ze's more rude eating appearance, the Blade Queen's eating posture was very elegant, although she was basically five or six times faster than Fang Ze's eating speed, which made others really shocked to see it.

At this time, there were also two people at the table next to the two, a white male and an Asian woman.

The international student surnamed Qiao, who had served Fang Ze before, ran over enthusiastically and asked the white male in English what he wanted to eat.

"I'm going to eat this and this. The white male was obviously a native of New York, but he used Chinese to answer the words of the international student surnamed Qiao, which made the international student surnamed Qiao almost think that it was Fang Ze who served him.

The white man, apparently accustomed to the annoyance caused by his proficiency in Chinese, flipped through the menu and asked the waiter if a dish was spicy.

"This one isn't very spicy, it's perfect for Westerners. Although the international student didn't know what was going on with the white man's fluent Chinese, in order to avoid following in the footsteps of Fang Ze last time, he also answered in Chinese.

"This is not spicy, I don't want to eat it. When the white man heard that the dish was not spicy, he immediately waved his hand and said, "I don't eat anything that is not spicy." ”

"It seems that you are not the only people of your own nationality who speak Chinese now. "Queen of Blades uses graceful posture to take care of the food that most people can't eat so quickly, but she doesn't say anything about the deliciousness.

"Everything has a process of development, as long as you look at whether he is improving all the time, you can judge whether he can succeed in the end. Fang Ze called the waiter to pay the bill, but he was embarrassed to find that the little cash he asked Wang Cheng for before leaving seemed to be unable to pay the expensive bill of the Chinese restaurant.

As for credit cards, although he has a credit card that can spend abroad, before coming to New York, he really didn't think that he still needed to eat a Chinese meal in New York, so he didn't bring a credit card.

"Did you forget your money or your wallet was stolen? The migrant worker surnamed Qiao, who had just finished serving the table next to him, looked back and found that Fang Ze had only grabbed a few scattered dollar bills, and maliciously guessed.

"Joe. The Chinese colleague surnamed Qiao glared at Qiao, and then continued to stand there waiting for Fang Ze to pay, not in a hurry at all.

"Wait a minute, can I make a call?" Fang Ze was really not afraid of not having money to pay the bill in New York, so he took out his mobile phone and said to the waiter.

"Yes sir, when you are ready to pay, just call us over again. After the Chinese waiter finished speaking, he left, but the migrant worker surnamed Qiao stayed where he was and looked at Fang Ze and said, "I guess you are also a person who doesn't know how to smuggle into the United States to live a mixed life, and you don't even have to pay for a meal, so you pretend to be forced in front of me."

I'm telling you, sooner or later, people like you will be deported by the immigration authorities, and I will stay here for the rest of my life. ”

"Although your wishes are very bad, but everyone has their own ambitions, I don't bother to scold you. Fang Ze leisurely replied to the international student surnamed Qiao, and then took out the phone and called an American officer who was in charge of their trip in New York before.

Twenty minutes later, just as the Chinese waiter came over again to ask if Fang Ze was ready to settle the bill, and the international student surnamed Qiao was about to call the police, the door of the Chinese restaurant was pushed open.

Several heavily armed U.S. soldiers accompanied an officer into the room, which immediately attracted everyone's attention.