Babaru, who is two and a half meters tall, is not only the tallest man among the Lumina people, but also a very rare strong man among the Lumina people, with a torso and four arms that are more than one and a half times that of the average race. Therefore, he does not look like a big praying mantis that walks upright, but he looks like a longhorn cow that walks upright, and he looks very bold. Coupled with an oval head with a shiny black carapace, it looks like a human being. If it's an adventure in the classical era, this image is enough to be a boss.

…… In fact, it is. A few years ago, there was a crew from the solar system, saying that they were coming to the Far Shore Nebula to shoot the MV, and the director fell in love with Babaru at a glance, crying and shouting that he had to drag him back to Earth with him. The director who pinched the orchid finger said that as long as Babalu goes to Earth, he will definitely become a classic villain on the screen in a few years, and even a classic tough guy image.

You must know that in this aesthetically diverse universe, this sharp, hard, and insect-like appearance is actually very popular in entertainment works.

This is much more than the dead salary he paid in Maple City and the Red Maple Factory!

Babaru was very moved, and then did not hesitate to reject the director. He really didn't look good at it because Mr. Director was obviously an old man, but he always pinched his orchid fingers and spoke softly, but he really didn't want to leave his hometown.

"Leaving your hometown at this time, won't you become a coward who escapes?" Babaru Road.

"I think you're putting too much pressure on yourself!" His good friend, one of the youngest engineers in the factory, Buscal, said: "If you do leave, people will bless you." ”

Perhaps! But even with the blessings of hundreds of thousands of people in the city, I can't just walk away.

Babaru shook his head with a wry smile - of course, the Lumina man's facial nerves couldn't make such an expression as a wry smile, but his friend still felt the other person's emotions.

If you keep having this kind of emotion, it's not good when you talk about business. Gotta make this guy happy. So, Buska brought Babaru a large food plate, which was the breakfast of the day.

We're all self-reliant carbon-based mammals -- yes, the luminals look like great mantis but they're really mammals -- so the carbohydrates, proteins, and vitamins you need to eat are the same.

It's just that the tongues of humans and luminals are different after all, and the perception of taste is certainly not the same. The Lumina people's favorite spice is the black thatch of the local planet, but humans think it is even darker than fried croton.

Still, Buska made a breakfast for Babaru, which was quite delicious in the eyes of the Rumina people.

"Buska, if you're a luminian, I'll marry you!" Babaru was impressed.

"I'm a man!" Buska said loudly. This is actually a medium-sized, dark-skinned, muscular and tough young man of the earth, who also walks in a tough guy style, and looks like a very stylish working class.

"I'm sorry, I can't tell." Babaru grinned, then gulped down the black spear grass sweet potato bibimbap, and after a few large bites, a cooked moa egg rolled out from under the meal.

This thing is bigger than a goose egg, although it is a little fishy and coarse, but it is also a rare protein supplement for everyone.

"This ......"

"Uncle Shashak from Dongcheng took people into the mountain the day before yesterday and dug out a bird's nest. It's just for you to replenish your body. ”

"Buska, you know the rules." Babaru's face sank, but he looked at his friend Baba's eyes, and after all, he still didn't blame it, but picked up the moa eggs, washed them, and put them on a clean dinner plate.

"In a moment, let's send it to kindergarten."

"Sent it early! The meat and eggs that Uncle Shashak got were sent to kindergartens and schools. This is something that the children have taken the initiative to save for you. ”

Babaru looked at Buska next to him, and saw that the latter was waiting for the boiled egg in a daze, and his throat seemed to twitch. He didn't hesitate any longer, picked up the moa egg and stuffed it into the other's mouth.

The strong man Han Buska was still powerless in front of Babaru, who was two meters five tall and walked upright. He was poured a mouthful of moa eggs in this way, so stuffed that tears came out, and it took him a long time to swallow them.

"I ate it last week!" Babalu said.

Buska couldn't speak for a while, but gestured to his friend without saying a word.

After eating, the two went to the reception room of the Red Maple Factory. The luxurious office that originally belonged to the boss, the workers did not move, so they cleaned an activity room in the office building, and directly created some furniture and put it in as a reception.

Compared to the reception rooms decorated with modern furniture and décor, it has a rustic feel.

The representatives of the Lumina tribe from the Great Lakes of the South and the Great Plains of the East did not react much. On the contrary, for these traditional Rumina people, who still retain the slash-and-burn lifestyle, all the scenes of Maple City and Red Maple Factory are Western, and I am very happy to see them every time I come.

As for the military representative from the General Headquarters of the Suppression, a lieutenant officer in his mid-forties and mid-fors, the soldier did not go out of his way to hide his arrogant expression.

Babaru watched the performance of all of them, but he didn't care, and went straight to the point.

"How much food can you send this time?" He said to the representatives of the Eastern Plains.

It was a strong man with a maroon carapace, iron armor and a cloak.

He didn't seem to be good at words, and he stretched out three hands directly to Babaru, and compared ten fingers. The luminians had four fingers on each hand, but this old man was clearly a storyteller, missing one finger on each of his two hands, and it looked like he had been cut off with a sharp weapon.

"What do you want to change?"

"The shovel and hammer that I changed last time will cost 500 sets each this time!"

Babalu felt the deal was acceptable. In this way, the basic food rations of the whole city can be guaranteed for the next month.

"What about you?" He looked again at the representative of the Great Southern Lakes.

"Five ships!" The relatively diminutive Lumina represented. He had a lake-blue carapace, a fashionable coat, and precious metal ornaments around his wrists and neck.

Babalu is also satisfied. In this way, he can organize the female workers in the city and get clothes for the winter.

"The pump we bought last time broke down!" Southerners say.

"I'll have an engineer check it out for you."

"I'll take someone for a run." Buscal, who was in attendance, said, "It can definitely be fixed." ”

The southerner said, "In addition, you need a set of pumps." Also, to fill at least three ships with steel bars! ”

Babaru thought for a moment: "I can only give you two for the time being, and the remaining one will have to be next month." ”

The other party also thought about it and felt that it was acceptable.

Thus, the deal between the Luminians was completed.

It may sound like it going very well, but in reality, if it weren't for the Babaru present, these representatives of the Lumina tribe would not have been easy to dismiss. This leader of the workers in Maple City is also quite famous among the major tribes of the Lumina people. His strong courage is naturally one thing, but more importantly, his atmospheric and fair style of doing things.

The so-called "fair Babaru" is also a well-known name on this green planet.

This is probably one of the reasons why Babalu feels that his hometown is inseparable from him.

Then, there is the problem between the Red Maple Factory and the military representatives.

"The encirclement ahead has been completed, and a general attack is about to be launched! So we need support from the rear! I'll make a list for you in a moment. The military representative said.

He paused for a moment and said: "Don't worry, we all know the existing difficulties in the factory, so they are all accessories that can be produced at present!" ”

"Didn't the military supplies from the front come from New Seville?" Buscal frowned.

"It's also for everyone's good!" The military representative said in a high-sounding tone, and seeing that Babalu and Buska were a little puzzled, he said in a tone of hatred: "Who are we attacking?" O Lumina rebels! In this factory, in this city, the Luminians account for more than sixty percent! Wouldn't your support be a better indication of your attitude towards this matter? In the future, there is no need to worry about criticism from the outside world. ”

The grumpy Buscal was angry and stood up as if scolding, but Babaru, who looked more fierce, calmly pressed his friend and said seriously: "Okay, then when will you pay the deposit?" ”

"Deposit?" The other party was stunned, and then he was also angry: "This is recruitment!" Do you know how to recruit? Have you ever learned this word? Follow me, enlist, recruit ......"

"I understand. But, sir, if you recruit people, don't you ask for a warrant from the military department? At the very least, there is at least a notice from the Far Shore Military District Command! But I don't have anything. ”

"The Red Maple Factory is a military product! Do you understand the urgency of the military situation? All the plant, equipment, resources, and even you here are the property of the army! In case of emergency, it is necessary to obey the orders of the local theater command! ”

"But the red maple factory has been restructured!" "The military and local governments only have 40 percent. The remaining sixty are owned by private investors, and by all workers. ”

"Nonsense, where are all the workers?"

"At least that's what Mr. Old Minister promised, and there was a covenant."

It was just a so-called "gentleman's agreement" written on a stone slab, and it had no legal effect. The military representative wanted to say this, but this was indeed the historical evidence left by the martyrs of the founding of the country, and he really didn't dare to speak up.

"In the absence of private investors, the whole plant is organized by the workers themselves." Babalu thought for a while, and then said: "Moreover, the red maple factory does have a small parts production line now, but it is all put together by our workers in the past few years. Theoretically, it does not belong to the original red maple factory, but belongs to everyone's property...... So, you have to follow the market! ”

"No, no, you're wrong! That's not how the accounts are calculated. The representative of the lieutenant rank showed a kind smile, pulled his fingers, and grinded them little by little, as if he was an old accountant who had been in the financial mouth all his life and could not pass the CPA exam.

The two sides argued for half an hour, but there was no decisive progress.

The lieutenant said that this was for the front, for the victory, for the long-term peace and stability of the whole of Lumina. Babaru said, "You have to give a little bit anyway, it's for the livelihood of the whole city."

Obviously, no matter how amiable Mr. Jun's attitude is now, his bottom line has long been clear -- no money, not a penny.

"I'll be back!" said the military representative.

"How many times have you come to this result, you have to pay a deposit!" Babalu said.

"I'll bring someone!" The military representative said again, and the tone seemed less friendly.

"How many people you bring is this result, I am responsible for everyone in the whole factory!" Barbaru did not back down.

As a result, everyone could only break up unhappily.

Afterwards, Buska was a little worried, so he discussed: "I can take everyone to work overtime, or can I get those things out of the way!" ”

Babalu shook his head: "If he pays, I will work overtime with you!" ”

He was actually a little worried, but he was still very happy when he thought that two of today's three businesses had been completed, and everyone had next month's food reserves and winter clothing. After sending off Buska, he changed into his overalls and prepared for work.

Babalu is now the leader of the workers in the factory, but he has always thought that this is only a part-time job, and his real job is actually the leader of the miners' 3rd shift.

He had just walked out of his office when he was stopped again.

"Guests again? Over there in Warehouse 3? Smugglers? Arms resellers? Or a fugitive? ”

"Yes, yes...... It looks like Big Brother Kermore! The other party said cautiously.

Babalu was slightly stunned, and then glared at the other party viciously, so that the other party wanted to shrink into the corner and never come out again. Immediately afterwards, the faces of the young workers' leaders also showed a look of distress, even more distressed than when they had just come to deal with the military representatives.

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