Boss Zhang returned to the island with the small system, and as soon as he got into the room, he began to sort out the information of the universe race.

After all, human beings are still a minority compared to this universe, and there are all kinds of strange civilizations.

The closest civilization to the solar system is called the Plyohand.

Resembles a hairless orangutan, but with three more hands growing on their backs.

These three hands contain a wealth of sensitive nerves, which can achieve fine control of the error of the part.

Even this race can hand out a lithography machine.

With the sorting of the information, a doubt gradually surfaced in Zhang Bei's brain.

"Small system, why are these civilizations basically about the same level as the civilization of the earth?"

That's right, Zhang Bei found that most of the intelligent civilizations in the universe now have the same level as the previous earth.

Space technology is all in its infancy.

There are even many civilizations that are in the feudal era.

"Or because of our experiment back then, as long as the races that developed into space basically came."

"So they all blew up?"

"Well, there's not one left."

Zhang Bei rubbed his face, it was hard to imagine how serious the explosion was.

It can make the civilization of an entire universe go back to the age of the planet.

One of the phenomena of human confusion: the time of the rest day is like pressing the accelerator button.

Zhang Bei only felt that his time on the island flew by, almost in the blink of an eye, and it was Chinese New Year's Eve.

In the past few days, Zhang Bei has also practiced a passive skill.

As long as the small system speaks, he can always find all kinds of strange angles to scare back.

On Chinese New Year's Eve, although a group of professors did not have a day off, they still took advantage of the night to enter the cafeteria after a busy day's work.

Dumplings fill the table early in the morning as standard food.

Lao Zhengcheng also took the island's chef to prepare a large table full of dishes.

Of course, since ancient times, China has had the habit of putting coins in dumplings on New Year's Day.

As Boss Zhang, how could he break the tradition.

It's just that he exchanged the coins in the dumplings for millet spicy, mustard, and solidified aged vinegar.

As the flowers outside the window bloomed in the sky, the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner that belonged to the island finally began.

It's rare that Kuroko didn't go home this year, but took his old man Qiu over.

Zhang Bei took a glass of white wine and drank it in one gulp.

"How is the old man doing?"

Lao Qiu glanced at Heizi viciously, and then looked at Zhang Bei with a smile on his face.

"It's okay, the companies opened by this kid are basically in a monopoly, and I'm a lot more idle."

That's right, the manager of Kuroko's current company is Lao Qiu.

As for the original secretary?

Oh, he is not Boss Zhang's secretary, and he chose to resign directly after two months of difficult days. 、

Who loves to do it, why do you take the salary of a secretary to do the work of the chairman?

Kuroko looked at his eccentric old man, and silently picked up a dumpling and stuffed it into his mouth.

In an instant, tears poured straight out.

Old Man Qiu looked at the weeping Kuroko, picked up the stick on the side and hit it.

"Why am I in charge of the company for you, and you are still wronged?"

Zhang Bei looked at the mustard on the corner of Kuroko's mouth and forced a smile.

But, don't forget, he is Zhang Bei, the original source of infection of the Beihua disease.

In the face of the current situation, how can it be easy to let go of the sunspot.

"Don't beat the children during the New Year, Kuroko has been doing well recently, that is, he took a gun to the desert to test the weapon."

Old Man Qiu blew up at that time.

"You still test weapons?"

Kuroko was choked in her throat by the thick wasabi, and she couldn't say a word.

"Don't fight, don't fight, isn't this much safer than when he was a mercenary before?"

Old Man Qiu looked at Zhang Bei, who was blocking him, and silently put down the stick.

"Xiaobei, don't stop me."

As he spoke, he directly unbuttoned his trouser belt.

Zhang Bei sat on a chair, eating fish and meat, and watched Lao Qiu chase the sunspot and wave seven wolves all over the world.

It's a day like this, full of fun.

But compared to the misery of sunspots, Guan Guo can be said to be as painful as being a sweet potato at this time.

As mentioned earlier, Haidao has developed a chili pepper called Zhangbei Spicy.

When Lao Zhengcheng took the chefs to make dumplings, he naturally made this filling.

Guan Guo, as the second lucky person after Kuroko, ate this filling.

One second he was still chatting with his wife and children, and the next second he was sitting on the ground with his mouth covered.

This thing's combat power far surpasses that of Kuroko's wasabi.

Guan Guo is now bursting towards the water dispenser with tears mixed with snot, with uncontrollable saliva.

Coincidentally, for the sake of health in the canteen, the water dispenser has also been renovated, and it is full of warm water.

People eat chili peppers and drink warm water.

How to put it, the effect is outstanding!

Guan Guo's brain was directly down at this moment, saliva flowed out of the corners of his mouth, his eyes were dull, and his snot hung on his face without knowing it.

It looks like it's a bit of an advanced stage of dementia.

With two role models, everyone left became cautious when eating dumplings.

It took Guan Guo a full ten minutes, and he drank several glasses of milk in succession before he could be relieved.

With a tongue that was still a little numb, he sat down, and carefully picked up a dumpling with chopsticks.

He can't be unlucky all the time, Guan Guo stuffed the dumplings into his mouth with a grudge.

In an instant, the late stage of Alzheimer's disease was once again displayed in front of everyone.

Don't think that only mustard and chili peppers can achieve this level, but also concentrated aged vinegar.

That's right, Guan Guo's sip is an old vinegar concentrated to the extreme.

This kind of thing was originally prepared for the convenience of carrying in space.

Just one scoop can make two large bottles.

To change the explanation, now Guan Guo is equivalent to drinking two large bottles of aged vinegar directly.

In terms of torturing people, Boss Zhang can be said to be well-understood, self-taught, and transparent from north to south.

This Chinese New Year's Eve dinner made a group of lucky people extremely forgetful.

Especially Guan Guo and Kuroko, they may not forget what happened tonight on the day they enter the coffin.

After eating a Chinese New Year's Eve meal that had passed with a howl of pain, the time also came to the early hours of the morning.

Boss Zhang clicked on the employee group and sent out ten red envelopes one after another.

Looking at the thank you boss on the screen, Zhang Bei quickly transferred a bigger red envelope to Meng Chuan.

In fact, the current Meng Chuan is really not short of money.

He has 0.5 percent of the dry shares of global nuclear fusion, and he also has 3 percent of the original shares of technology companies.

The annual dividends alone are enough to build a residential building in the most expensive part of the land in China.

"Thank you, boss, I'm in a meeting, I'll get back to it."

When Zhang Bei switched the chat interface back to the employee group, the screen was full of hahahaha.

With a hint of curiosity, Zhang Bei flipped to it.