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

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, and the thing he named the guardian nameplate under development has already produced results. According to Common sense, even if there are some materials left on this subject, they should be diverted to other projects that have not yet been developed as a backup instead of being used directly as raw materials for production.

To put it bluntly, the materials that can be made now are all squeezed out from between the teeth. With Stark's preciousness to this batch of materials, it is already his limit to achieve this level. Even Shi Xiaolei, his buddy, couldn't persuade him to share more.

"Okay, less will be less." Seeing that Stark would not let go, Shi Xiaolei could only accept the result resentfully.

But after thinking about it, he suddenly laughed again: "I haven't heard of it, what you said just now is according to your design? That is to say, if it is changed to my conditions, the performance of that thing will be lowered."

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

Stark rolled his eyes, and replied firmly and without negotiating: "Forty-five, no more."

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

"Tsk." Reluctantly clinking his glass, Stark drank the fruit wine in his glass in one gulp.

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 measurement, one cup is almost three taels, and these three cups are almost enough for a catty. If you change to those bottled wines sold on the market, it is almost a whole bottle.

Except for beer, Stark rarely stared at a kind of wine and drank so much in one go.

Like the whiskey he often sips. Don't look at the need to drink at least two glasses every time, but if the space occupied by the ice hockey puck in the glass is subtracted, the amount of wine he really drank is only about two taels.

"This wine is good." Really satisfied, Stark finally couldn't help but say: "Is there any more? Get me a few bottles later, and I'll take them home and drink slowly."

"There should be more, I'm not sure." Shi Xiaolei turned his head, and asked Ramiris who was sharing a yogurt with Xie Mi on the coffee table behind him, "Ramilis."

The small spoon used by 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 it might be fun to send it to Xie Mi's mouth cheerfully, or maybe she was addicted to the deliciousness of yogurt, Ramiris seemed very happy, and didn't immediately notice Shi Xiaolei's greeting.

She didn't react until Shi Xiaolei yelled a few more times.

While turning her head, she looked at Shi Xiaolei in confusion, while continuing to move her hands because she was distracted, Ramiris didn't align with the position this time, and the angle was slightly higher.

Xie Mi's reaction was also a bit too slow, and he didn't have time to get out of the way. As a result, the bottom of the spoon hit its forehead, and a shovelful of yogurt fell down, covering its face.

"Jie Mi, Jie Mi!" Waving her little paw, Xie Mi protested very depressed.

"ah."

Realizing that she had stabbed someone, Ramiris rolled her eyes, and directly stuffed the small spoon into Xie Mi's arms, leaving a sound of Locke calling me, and hurried away.

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

"Xie Mi, you" wanted to comfort me, but saw a group of goblins transformed from minions surrounded him, and Xie Mi was busy preventing them from licking his head, so he had no time to distract himself. On his side, Shi Xiaolei could only swallow the second half of the sentence.

Turning his gaze to Ramiris who had already fled in front of him, Shi Xiaolei shook his head, while smiling wryly, stretched out his finger and gently poked the guy's head: "You, can't you be a little more reliable? "

"Isn't it all because you called me out of the blue, hum." She wouldn't admit it, and Ramily chose to throw the blame without hesitation.

What can I say?

"All right, all right, my fault." Shi Xiaolei could only give up nagging, and changed the subject to ask her something serious: "Then what, Ramiris, do you have more of the fruit wine you brewed?"

"It's delicious." Upon hearing this, Ramiris immediately folded her hands proudly, and raised her little head high: "Hey, Lord Ramiris, the devil, brewed this herself."

"It's delicious." Following Ramiris's mood, Shi Xiaolei flattered him: "So, is there any more? Well, Tony also thinks it's very delicious, and I want to take a few bottles home and taste it slowly Woolen cloth."

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

I saw the little guy flying in front of Stark very anxiously, and patted the tip of his nose without any notice: "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-ranking tone sounds a bit like a child asking for credit, so Stark didn't show it at the moment. He resisted very much, but instead smiled and responded cooperatively.

"Master Demon King's works are excellent, no one can resist its charm. If you can give me a few bottles to take back to taste carefully, I will be very grateful."

"Wahhahaha, you are very good, I like you." She was so happy that the hair on the top of her head turned up, and Lamilie waved her little hand without hesitation, and replied very generously: "What are the bottles, this devil But not so stingy. Well, three more, five barrels, is that enough?"

Without thinking too much, Stark quickly said thank you.

But after the meal, Stark followed Ramiris to the small labyrinth she had just opened, and saw the wine barrel she stored in a certain compartment, and then Stark realized that he seemed to be thinking about it. .

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' figure, and the size of each one About the size of those powdered milk jars that line supermarket shelves.

One bucket can hold two bottles at most. The so-called five barrels are only about ten bottles. Although it exceeded Stark's own requirements, it was far from the amount he imagined after receiving the response.

"Five barrels are five barrels. Come on, take it yourself. By the way, pick the ones over there, and there is not enough time here."

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