"Federal ...... Don't you have such children in your hometown" The stall owner raised his head and thought about it, as if the Federation was very vague in his mind.

“…… Yes, but it's all on the planet's surface, and I rarely leave the ship and the space station. "A simple little problem put Hong Tao in a predicament, he really hasn't been to the Federation's main residential space station, the planet of Nuel's family should be considered a mid-to-high-end residential area, and there are even more unlikely beggars in the Moonlight Space Station and the Presbyterian Space Station, and there is no chance of contacting the bottom residents at all.

To tell the truth, it definitely won't work, many people like to bully the mallet that is not deeply involved in the world, and being too simple will make people who have no ill will have bad thoughts about themselves. Then I can only make up nonsense, it seems that this stall owner has never been to the Federation, so let's make do with it.

"That's right, you're a noble clone pilot, so naturally you won't live in this kind of place." This lie was right, and the stall owner didn't suspect it at all after hearing it, but he had some resistance to Hong Tao's identity.

"Hey, don't talk about it, clone pilots don't look at their background, as long as they work hard, no one can still be admitted, and the Unification Department does not restrict anyone from taking the exam, even if it's like them."

The attitude of the New Edenians towards cloned pilots is divided into several types, for example, the top leaders of various countries want to have as many cloned pilots as possible, so that the cost of developing new galaxies will be greatly reduced. Not only did they customize a set of preferential policies for the cloned pilots, but they also spread the word about the benefits of being a cloned pilot.

The middle-class people are not so enthusiastic, and they don't want their children to do this kind of work that plays all day and loses their inheritance. Their families have some accumulation and inheritance, and if their children can't inherit it, they can't donate it all to the government.

The views of the people at the bottom are more complicated, and some people see the clone pilot as a hero, a role model, and the only ladder to improve their status, and they are desperately studying and training, hoping to live a life of superiority one day.

Some people see these clone pilots who are dead and alive, alive and dead, as monsters and oppressors, and not only hostile to clone pilots, but also to the privileged classes, and the stall owners seem to belong to this category.

"It is unknown whether they will live to be fifteen years old, and even if they do, who will teach them knowledge and who will provide for their training, all this will not depend on charity." The stall owner is also a bar, and the guests casually say a few words about what you are talking about, and this sentence is very difficult to get off the stage.

“…… How many years have you been setting up this stall" Hong Tao didn't want to tear it down, but he really couldn't help but scrutinize what he said. Without Claire and Nuel's help, let alone being a clone pilot, it's a question of whether you can support yourself. But the dead duck's mouth is not in vain, since it can't take advantage of this topic, then change the topic, you must find a field.

"More than nine years ......" stall owner made Hong Tao's way of chatting a little confused.

"It's still a small stall for more than nine years, do you know why?"

"You're too straight to speak, you don't know how to be subtle. Doing business is about harmony and making money, but it doesn't matter if it's right or wrong...... Well, I don't think you can change it for a while, so let's talk about something else. ”

Hong Tao was happy, picked up a can of Kufei, and planned to give a lecture on business to the stall owner he didn't know. Chatting is a kind of relaxation for him, and it is certainly not objective to say that he is not nervous at all when he first arrives in a completely unfamiliar environment. But as soon as he started, he found that the other party didn't seem to understand his earth vocabulary, so he quickly stopped his mouth.

"Add them another bowl of noodles" The stall owner really didn't understand what the clone pilot was saying, and he couldn't think of anything else to talk about.

"No, you can't eat too much at one time and hurt your body. I wanted to ask you if there is any free space for rent here, I want to open a spaceship modification factory, I can't figure out the way when I first arrive, and I haven't seen the service database of the space station. ”

Rushing to this commercial street with a very earthly taste, Hong Tao wants to use this place as a foothold. Food and everything had lost its meaning to the clone pilots, but the system was in a good location.

In addition to its borders on the Emma Empire, it is far away from the other two countries, and if it wants to come from a known galaxy, it must travel through the entire Emma Empire. He doesn't seem to have much to do with the Emma Empire, and his goal at this stage is to deal with Gordon. Starmai, that guy's nest is in the Guitar Galaxy, and even if he causes a big mess, it will be difficult for the other party to find this place in a short time.

But it's a little troublesome, this space station is not like all the space stations that have been in before, if you don't find the service database, you can't enjoy self-service, whether it's not at all or you haven't found it, you have to find someone to ask.

Why do you want to ask the stall owner on the side of the road, it's very simple, I lost the bar just now, but I didn't say it in vain, and I can taste a person's character from a few simple words. The stall owner is a straight person, no matter how bad this kind of person is, he can't be bad, and he can be trusted to a limited extent.

"You open a modification factory alone" The stall owner looked at Hong Tao again, spaceship modification is a very high-tech job, and the investment is quite large, and there are not a few brushes that are really not good, although this is a clone pilot, but he is young and does not seem to have a brush.

"If there were no restrictions, I think a few of them could be counted as employees of the refitting plant." If he hadn't stayed at this noodle stall, Hong Tao would have to say that he would be alone. Now he had changed his mind, the stall owner was hostile to the rich, but he still contained kindness to these little beggars, and the bowl of noodles he had just ordered was obviously larger than the amount he gave himself. If you want to gain his initial trust, it is useless to just talk about it, you must take some practical action.

"It's not funny!" The actual action did not work for the time being, but drew further disdain from the stall owner, who felt that the clone pilot was making fun of himself and the group of disabled children.

"You misunderstood, not a joke, it's true. I myself didn't have any relatives around me when I came into this world, so I can understand their feelings better. At this time, no matter what mercy is, it is pale, and what they really need is not a bowl of noodles, but a craft that can earn noodles to eat. I happen to have a bit of a craft, and I'm willing to teach them, what do you think, what's your name, I'm Edmund. Dontes, just call me Edmund. ”

It's not completely ineffective, the stall owner's reaction made Hong Tao more firm in his judgment just now, this is a person with a relative sense of justice. If you want to gain his trust, you have to get some dry goods.

“…… Yuri. Jalan ...... Can you wait a minute, Mr. Dantès, I can take you to the director here, and you must get his permission to rent space to start a factory! ”

The dry goods worked, whether he believed the words or not, the stall owner finally reported his name, and then showed great enthusiasm, and showed a smile that should have belonged to him.

Get on Yuri's ...... How to describe it, his stall can actually be transformed, and after touching the switch, it changes like a transformer. But in the end, the shape is not as powerful as the Transformers, not a sports car or a heavy truck, but a ...... Magnetic levitation tricycle! I didn't expect that tens of thousands of years have passed, and the descendants of human beings are still so fond of electric donkeys!

Hong Tao sat on the electric donkey, roared all the way, circled more than a dozen times, and finally got into a palace area with more than ten floors above the commercial area.

That's right, it's the palace, which looks a bit like an Egyptian temple, lined with obelisks and statues of various unknown animals, and a wide and neat square with springs and flower beds. The men and women strolling along were all wearing long light-colored dresses with golden glitter, whether they were real gold or imitation, Hong Tao felt that the latter was more likely.

It's clear that this is the core of the space station, and it's usually restricted, such as Yuri's electric donkey, which is stopped on the side of the plaza by a robot guard in black costumes.

"This is Mr. Dantès from the Federation, and he has something to see His Excellency Tata......" Yuri said loudly to the robot guards, and then beckoned to Hong Tao, who was standing a few steps away, to lean forward.

"Please ...... later" The red light flashed in the helmet of the robot guard, and he scanned Hong Tao from head to toe, and then he stopped moving.