"Boy, come with me, huh?" Steven said angrily.

"What's the set?" Kevin looked at him with a puzzled expression, he was holding a holographic board in his hand, and he was watching an old movie.

Steven was angry at this time, he had been in the base for half a year, and he was holding the title of food factory engineer, and all sides had to give some face. Dispatcher Kevin. Although Riley is from the same Qilian as him, he is a native of the Continent of Cocata, he wears a pair of thick myopia glasses, and he is five or six, and he grew up in the famous cultural atmosphere of the Twin Schools, but because of his poor memory, he has not even studied in college for a day.

"Where's my stuff?" Steven reminded him again.

"Hydroponic solutions and wheat seeds? I'll have Clive send it to you. Kevin stared at the movie again, and a few seconds later, a smile appeared on the corner of his lips because of the plot. The supplies of the food factory are related to the survival of the whole base, and he dare not be sloppy.

"I mean my package, a private package!" Steven was eager to hold his ears at this point so that he couldn't stare at the damn movie anymore.

"Oh, private mail." Kevin squinted at him. "I can't give it to you."

"Why?" Steven wondered.

"Because of what? Because of the war! Kevin told him. Gibson said the day before yesterday that all the items sent by the employees of the base through the supply ship were in violation of the law, and that they would have to be strictly prohibited by the UNDP in the future, and that those that had already arrived would need to be inspected by the police department. ”

"Check what? Balder is dozens of galaxies away from us, is he still afraid that the Walkens will shrink and sneak into the package? Steven was surprised. And where is it? A remote galaxy, a mine that no one pays attention to! We're just a bunch of rock diggers, and what can get in the way of their safety committee. ”

"It's none of my business, Steven, you either go to Gibson ......" Kevin's eyes went back to the movie.

"I'm looking for him...... Hmph, I'll look for him. Steven sneered, but he didn't dare to go to the police department to find the arrogant head of base security, his eyes rolled, and he found that the large storage box in the corner of the office was not tightly covered, revealing the dark green cover of the special package for the Development Department.

He rushed up, pushed the lid of the storage compartment hard, and began to rummage inside.

"Hey, Steven, I warned you, Gibson is here and I'm going to report the truth." Kevin didn't even bother to stand up.

"Ellie, Sheila, Richard, Charl......" Steven read the name marked on the package and tossed around the various green bags.

"Why not?" Steven went through almost all the boxes, taking the trouble to double-check every sign.

"Kevin, are all the packages here?" He stepped forward angrily and waved Kevin's holographic projection with his hand.

"Where else do you think it is?" Kevin rolled his eyes.

"It's so weird, two rounds of supplies, this bastard actually forgot about me?" He couldn't help but be annoyed.

"Who?" Kevin, who couldn't watch the movie, had to ask him.

"Who else could it be? My bastard brother-in-law! Steven gritted his teeth. Just let him help with this little thing, he can barely do it, it's really hateful. ”

"You're talking about the guy who asked the supply ship to bring you cigarettes last time, right? You were full of praise at that time. Kevin reminded him that at that time, as a port dispatcher, he also had a beautiful piece of the pie, so he remembered it clearly.

"This time and that time." Steven snorted. "He hasn't done the most important thing he has ever been told about, how long has it been?"

"What could be more important than cigarettes?" Kevin flattened his mouth, Steven was able to make a splash at the base, and his Falkus cigarettes made a big difference.

Cigarettes are worth a lot of money in Puxing and Chilian, but they are not worth much in the many colonial systems where boat people migrate, and the Homecoming faction is said to have large hydroponic ships dedicated to growing tobacco, exchanging these Banchard banned and lax colonies for civilian goods.

But in this remote Loki Galaxy, because of the harsh natural environment of the galaxy, not to mention the boat people, not even the beautiful carrier ships that shuttle through the major galaxies are not seen.

"I told you that you wouldn't understand." Steven waved his hand impatiently. "The captain of the supply ship this time is still the same Malvin, right?" He asked Kevin.

"Captain? What else is the captain of the ship for the two of them? Kevin stared at him and smiled. In that case, you and I will become the factory director and the port director? It's an interesting name. He nodded with a flat mouth.

"What harbourman? Stupid, no one calls it that, that's the Governor! Steven mocked him. Tell me where that damn Malvern is! Seeing that Kevin ignored him, he softened, folded his hands, and said softly, "Even if I beg you, it's not possible." ”

"You bosom wheat...... Kevin shook his head. Where can you still be after a standard month of arriving at the destination of the cargo ship? He asked Steven rhetorically.

"Where do I know...... Oh, Lenny Bar! Steven suddenly realized.

"Nonsense." Kevin rolled his eyes, his palms fanning over the holographic board, and when the movie screen popped up again, he ignored Steven anymore and just sat there alone staring at the hologram and giggling.