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If the finished product is produced according to the standards set by Stark himself, with the materials in his hand, he can make more than 30 if he dies.

It's not that the materials brought back are only enough to do so much, but because Stark has listed several research topics at the same time, which is currently under development... The thing he named 'Guardian Nameplate' has already been released. After the results are obtained, according to common sense, even if there are some materials left on this topic, they should be transferred to other projects that have not yet been developed as backup, instead of being used directly as production raw materials.

To put it bluntly, the materials that can be made now are all squeezed out of the teeth. Given how precious Stark is to this batch of materials, it is already his limit to do this. Even Shi Xiaolei, his best friend, couldn't convince him to share more.

"Okay, less is less." Seeing that Stark would not let go, Shi Xiaolei could only accept the result angrily.

But after thinking about it, he suddenly laughed again: "If I didn't hear it, what you just said was... according to your design? That is to say, if I change it to my conditions, reduce the performance of that thing by one. drop……"

Needless to say, I already understood what Shi Xiaolei meant.

Stark rolled his eyes, and replied with a firm and non-negotiable sentence: "Forty-five, no more."

"Enough is enough~. Haha~!" What bike do you want! Hearing Stark's answer, Shi Xiaolei nodded happily, and picked up the cup at hand: "Thanks, Tony."

"Tsk~." Reluctantly touched the glass, Stark drank the fruit wine in his own glass.

Although the mood was not very good, Stark did not deny the deliciousness of the fruit wine.

This is already the third cup he drank tonight. According to the amount, one cup can be almost three or two, and after these three cups, it will almost be enough for a catty. If you replace it with those bottled wines on the market, it is almost a whole bottle.

Aside from beer, Stark rarely stared at a drink and drank so much in one go.

Such as the whisky he often sips. Even though he had to drink at least two glasses at a time, if he subtracted the space occupied by the ice hockey puck in the glass, the amount of alcohol he really drank was only about two taels.

"This wine is good." Really satisfied, Stark finally couldn't help but say the words: "Anything else? Fill me a few bottles later, I'll take it back and drink it slowly."

"There should be more, I don't know very well." Shi Xiaolei turned his head and asked Ramiris who was sharing a yogurt with Xie Mi on the coffee table behind him and asked, "Ramiris~"

The small spoon for children fell into the hands of the very petite Ramiris, and it felt a bit like a short shovel.

She was scooping yogurt with this 'shovel' and happily sending it to Xie Mi's mouth... Maybe it was funny, or maybe she was addicted to the deliciousness of yogurt, Ramiris seemed very happy, and didn't notice Shi Xiaolei immediately greeting.

After Shi Xiaolei shouted a few more times, she didn't react.

As he turned his head, he looked at Shi Xiaolei in confusion, and continued the movements in his hands... Because of the distraction, Ramiris was not in the right position this time, and the angle was slightly higher.

Xie Mi's response was also half a beat, and he didn't have time to dodge. As a result, the bottom of the spoon hit its forehead, and a 'shovel' of yogurt fell down, smearing its face.

"Jemi~, Jemi~!" Waving her small paws, Xie Mi protested very depressed.

"Ah~."

Realizing that she had stabbed herself, Ramiris rolled her eyes and shoved the small spoon directly into Xie Mi's arms, leaving a message of "Locke called me", and hurried away.

Seeing all this scene in his eyes, Shi Xiaolei shook his head in disbelief.

"Xie Mi, you..." She wanted to appease a few words, but seeing that a group of goblins transformed from little yellow people had already gathered around, Xie Mi was busy preventing them from fighting to lick her head, and she had no time to spare. Looking at his own side, Shi Xiaolei could only swallow the second half of the sentence back to his stomach.

Then he turned his eyes to Ramiris who had 'escaped' in front of him, Shi Xiaolei shook his head and smiled wryly as he stretched out his fingers and gently poked the guy's head: "You, you can't be a little more reliable. Is it?"

"It's not all because you suddenly called me, hum~." She wouldn't admit it, and Ramili chose to throw the blame without hesitation.

What can be said?

"Okay, okay, it's my fault." Shi Xiaolei could only give up the nagging, and changed the subject to ask her about the business: "What, Ramiris, do you have more of this fruit wine?"

"It's delicious~." Upon hearing this, Ramiris immediately folded her arms proudly and raised her little head high: "Hey, this is made by the Demon Lord Ramiris himself."

"It's delicious." Following Ramiris's mood, Shi Xiaolei sent a flattery: "So, is there anything else? Well, Tony also thinks it's very delicious, and wants to pack a few bottles and go home and taste it slowly. Woolen cloth."

"??" Hearing this, Ramiris became even more proud. Turning to look at Stark's eyes, there is suddenly a little more recognition.

I saw that the little guy flew in front of Stark very awkwardly, and patted the tip of his nose without hesitation: "You are quite knowledgeable, not bad, I am very optimistic about you~lightnovelpub.net~ To be honest, Stark is really not used to this kind of interaction.

However, because Ramiris is too petite, her words and deeds are full of childishness, and her high-pitched tone sounds a bit like a child asking for credit, so Stark did not show it at the moment. He was very resistant, but he smiled slightly and responded very cooperatively.

"Master Demon King's work is very good, and no one can resist its charm. If you can give me a few bottles to take home and taste carefully, I will be very grateful."

"Wow hahaha~, you are very good, I like you~." So happy that the hairs on the top of her head were curled up, Ramili waved her little hand without hesitation, and answered very generously: "A few bottles, This Demon King is not so stingy. Uh~, I'll give you three more... no, five buckets, is that enough?"

Without thinking too much, Stark "hurriedly" said thank you.

But when he finished eating, he followed Ramiris to the small labyrinth that she had opened up not long ago, and when he saw the wine barrels she had stored in a certain compartment, Stark realized that he seemed to want to go wrong. .

In this compartment as a wine cellar, there are countless wine barrels... Not because of the size of the wine cellar, but because these wine barrels are made to match Ramiris's figure, the size of each one, It's about the size of those milk powder cans on the supermarket shelves.

A bucket can hold up to two bottles. The so-called five barrels are only about ten bottles. Although it exceeded Stark's own request, it was a huge gap from the amount he imagined after getting the response.

"Five buckets means five buckets. Come, take it yourself~. By the way, pick the one over there, there's not enough time for this here."

"..." The corners of his mouth twitched, and finally turned into a silent bitter smile. Stark could only nod his head: "Thank you."