Selling pineapples live, but you are eyeing my farm tools?

Chapter 231 The Moon Welcomes Your Plan!
However, facing Mo Yu's tirade, Zhang Yang put on a smile on his face and asked directly: "You must be able to make this tool, right?"

The next speech was interrupted, and Mo Yu's hands still gesticulating had no place to rest.

After a few seconds of silence, he nodded his head.

"Yes, but the cost is too high! Not worth it!"

"It's fine, I didn't say I'm going to do it now!" Zhang Yang nodded, then took out his mobile phone, turned it on and put it on the table.

On the phone screen, there is a short message.

Described a very boring plan.

【Moon welcomes your plan! 】

[It is planned to build a scientific research base covering an area of ​​about five acres on the moon, and then when the American people arrive on the moon, sing to them the moon welcomes you! 】

For this kind of plan, Mo Yu can only say that he has nothing to do when he is full.

Covering an area of ​​five acres, that is 330 square meters.

As a base, and a base far away from Blue Star, the things needed inside are even more troublesome.

The most basic point is to at least ensure that the base can guarantee a certain amount of automatic circulation.

Otherwise, in the event of an accident, the day lily will be cold even if the detectors drive over a distance of hundreds of thousands of kilometers.

"The people from the aerospace system will go by themselves?"

Regarding Mo Yu's question, Zhang Yang didn't evade, and nodded his head lightly, "Yes, they asked me to find you, in fact, they just wanted to find out something!"

"I want to ask, can these devices be made!"

"If it is done, how much will it cost?"

"Of course, they are not the only ones who are paying attention to this issue. According to their nature of spaceflight, without acquiescence, they will not stand out!"

Hearing this, Mo Yu rolled his eyes.

really!

Human comparisons are endless.

America released the news, and it is really unreasonable not to give a response here.

After lightly tapping the table with his fingers, Mo Yu said, "Let them draw up the design by themselves, and I'll process it for them!"

"Okay! I'll arrange it now!"

The goal was achieved, and Zhang Yang didn't want to stay any longer.

It will be very troublesome to coordinate the geological survey personnel to take the moon rocks back for study later.

……

In the past few days, the villagers of Mojia Village have become numb.

There are a lot of these foreign tourists, and they also responded to the call and warmly received these tourists.

But the number of tourists is too large, and they eat all the edible and inedible.

And after all, everyone is not a professional tourist receptionist, so it is very numb.

Mo Ying was among them.

Every day before dawn, those tourists stood guard at the door of his house, waiting for him to serve meals.

Every time, before going out, things are gone.

Looking at the long line of tourists at the door, he could only walk into the kitchen again and continue to work.

After a few days of busy work.

The whole person is going crazy.

However, today, he heard good news.

My brother, Mo Yu will draw a few lucky ones today, and let them enter the Gundam to experience the joy of driving.

It also means that this busy day is coming to an end!

Oye!
Thinking of the place where he was happy, he couldn't help jumping.

"Boss! Is my breakfast still not ready?"

"It will be ready soon! It will be ready soon!"

Nine o'clock in the morning.

After changing his clothes, Mo Yu pointed the live broadcast equipment at Gundam.

In the middle of the night last night, Taixuan had controlled this big guy back to the workshop.

Maintenance and overhaul is being carried out in the workshop.

The live broadcast started, but in an instant, the number of people directly rose to more than 30, and the number continued to increase.

With the surge in traffic, software companies can only allocate a part of servers to maintain it.

"Brothers! Gundam is currently undergoing maintenance!"

"As for me, I will do what I say. Now, we will draw a lottery based on the phone number, and we will draw [-] cuties, and enter the Gundam cockpit to experience it!"

"Now! Data scrolling begins!"

The laboratory projected the data into the sky, and the text subtitles tens of meters high were scrolling crazily.

The people below the text looked at the subtitles with trepidation.

It must be me!

In the crowd, a beautiful-looking female anchor pointed the camera of her mobile phone at herself and discussed loudly with the brothers in the live broadcast room.

"Brothers! Sister Zhou, I have been debuting for so many years, and I have never asked you anything!"

"Today, I beg everyone, if you get a spot! Give it to me!"

"I'll pay for it!"

——"Brother! For the sake of taking care of your brothers! If I get it, I will work hard with your share!"

——"Sister, you'd better keep your mouth shut! It's fine if you don't speak!"

——"A mere woman, don't try to seduce me with her beauty!"

——"That is, women and Gundam, which of the two is more important, I can still distinguish clearly!"

——"Yes! Brothers are like siblings, women are like clothes, sister Zhou is both a brother and a woman! Those are gloves! Compared with Gundam, they are completely worthless!"

Seeing the barrage flying across the live broadcast room, Sister Zhou was so angry that the three corpses jumped violently.

These guys, besides being annoying, are annoying all day long.

Turning the camera away from the big face, she stared at the string of numbers in the sky.

Twenty people, but there are tens of thousands of people here!
Thousands of troops cross the single-plank bridge!
Why don't my relatives have such powerful people?
The numbers were beating, and in the eyes of tens of thousands of people looking forward to, the first lucky person was born.

The projection then shows the person's location and appearance.

It was a middle-aged man in his 30s, dressed casually, with an RX-0 unicorn printed on a white T-shirt.

Seeing his big face appearing in the sky, he was still confused.

Until the friend next to me reminded me, the whole person jumped up!
"Haha! I hit it! I hit it!"

"Damn it! What did you hit?"

"I can drive Gundam now! Haha! Goodbye! The uncle is not Fan Jin! Haha!"

The first lucky guy appears, and the second follows.

And then the third.

Every time the number stops, more people will be disappointed and they will look forward to it even more.

Finally, the number reached the last one.

In the eyes of everyone, the number stopped.

Sister Zhou's big face appeared in the sky.

Sister Zhou was stunned when she saw her face.

Then, there was a more joyful voice than the first lucky one.

The live camera pointed at her nostrils, and she shouted very loudly: "Look! Brothers! I won! Haha! The last number! Haidilao!"

Under the camera, she grinned from the back of her molars to the base of her ears, giving the sand sculpture netizens in the live broadcast room a serious shock.

——"Damn it! Brother, shut your mouth, I'm so scared!"

——"Yes! Brother, shut your mouth!"

——"I know that sister Zhou's mouth is big, but I didn't expect it to be so big!"

——"Actually, if she is a mute, she will have more fans!"

——"The problem is that she isn't!"

——"50, I will buy this qualification!"

——"Brother, don't think about it. When people draw lots, they probably have already considered this situation."

Amidst the barrage of sand sculpture netizens' envy, Sister Zhou struggled to squeeze through the crowd and walked to the staff at the front.

After verifying the truth, he was put in.

(End of this chapter)