"Oops...... Are you happy, we are the people who produce robots, how can we still indulge in this sadness!" Lime said to Li Cheng.

"I can't imagine how sad it must have been when humanity lost Kobe Bryant sixty years ago. He is an eternal legend in the sport of basketball. Li Cheng is still in grief over "killing" Kobe.

"Buy one if you like! Kobe Bryant's basketball robot has always been a good buy. ”

"How can I have so much money!" Li Cheng regained his disgusted and resentful expression.

"Hahaha, then you still don't love enough, you can't even save to buy idols", "Na, the stall in front is my former colleague." ”

Qujing's fried rice stall has only six seats, but it is full.

Lime pulled Li Cheng and waited for a while.

"Boss, let's eat two eggs!" Lime winked vigorously at Qu Jing, Qu Jing looked at Li Cheng and nodded gently.

"Come on, the famous dishes are much longer than the history of the legends." Lime handed Li Cheng chopsticks and spoon.

"This handsome guy is my new colleague, and if I hadn't resigned, maybe you wouldn't have ended up there." Qujing Road.

"Hey, so, I was indirectly harmed by you." Li Cheng stuffed a mouthful of egg fried rice, which was unexpectedly delicious.

"Today, this idol who met him has always blamed me!" Lime Road.

"Hahaha, it's still very guilty of killing, if the handsome guy can't do it, quit his job, setting up a stall has a sense of accomplishment and is very profitable!"

Li Cheng put down the spoon and said very seriously: "I'm not like you two, I am a high-level talent that is difficult to cultivate, even if I encounter some difficulties now, it is impossible to give up easily." I was the one who wrote 'Deathholy' before. If all the current virus programs are released to destroy the entire artificial intelligence world, humanity will really go back to the old era. The Virus Engineer is the Terminator, the Dead Saint of this era. ”

Lime shrugged his shoulders lightly and raised his eyebrows, and Qu Jing couldn't help but pout.

"Okay, okay, noble Death Saint, this plate of fried rice is two thousand yuan." Qujing is going to drive away guests.

A hint of surprise quickly flashed on Li Cheng's face, "Setting up a stall is really profitable!" ”

"Of course, this is manpower, and the chicken, shiitake mushrooms, and shrimp in this are all cut by hand."

Li Cheng paid the money and left, and seemed to give a white look at the lime before leaving.

"It's really arrogant, what kind of death saint in this era."

"Hahaha, you can collect 2,000 yuan from others, it's interesting to see that he is not convinced every day and can't go back, he was crying when he killed Kobe Bryant today."

"Hmph...... It's naïve!", "So what are you going to do, are you just staying in the garbage disposal department?" ”

"Alas...... I don't know!" Lime was disappointed, "I'm not like you, where will I live if I quit my job, if I have enough savings, I will quit and open a clay sculpture museum in the old world." ”

Qu Jing threw the plate with the leftovers into the automatic dish washing trough.

"I heard people on the street shouting today, and the board of directors of Zetian Group agreed that Ma Mingming would continue to be the first heir. Then some people clamored to set up an assassination organization to protect humanity for the Heavenly Way. ”

"Hmph...... Save it. A picture crossed Lime's mind, and the probe pierced the back of Ma Mingming's neck, and then was dragged by the bodyguard to explode his brain.

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