My timeless tavern

Chapter 77 "Doomsday Production Line"

"You two, we meet again!"

Tony held the wine glass in one hand and waved at the two of them with the other hand.

"Hello, Mr. Stark." Peter smiled.

He had always been good-natured and had no problem with Tony because of what happened in the morning.

After all, in his opinion, he was the one who called the other person a "playboy" first.

Harry didn't even look up, obviously not wanting to interact with this playboy.

Tony didn't care, he just sat beside the two of them and said with a smile, "I've seen you before!"

Peter and Harry both froze and looked at him confused.

Tony gestured with his hand at the height of the table and said, "In another world, you are still two children, only this high!"

"Is it really me?" Peter became interested.

Tony nodded and blinked: "You are still my fan!"

"And you, you independent and lonely little guy!" He smiled at Harry again.

"I am also in that world?" Harry's tone finally sounded a little more surprised.

He always felt that he was invited by a friend, and he was somewhat in awe.

But Tony's words made him realize that he might not be just a lucky passerby.

"Why not you?" Tony vaguely felt Harry's emotions and smiled, "You are great too, little guy!"

Harry's blood suddenly boiled, his dissatisfaction with Tony disappeared, and he said sincerely: "Thank you."

Tony waved his hand.

He drank wine slowly and started chatting with the two of them.

His emotional intelligence is not low, but he seems to have a venomous tongue because he usually disdains being conciliatory and conciliatory with others.

From the two of them, he learned a lot of information about the tavern.

"That person is called Ying Zheng, an ancient emperor..."

"Princess Ying Yinman this morning is his daughter..."

Just when Tony looked at Ying Zheng following their introduction, he saw the other person stood up.

Tony raised his glass and nodded in a friendly manner, and suddenly found Ying Zheng walking directly towards him.

"Hello, Mr. Stark." After getting closer, Ying Zheng took the initiative to speak.

"My friends all call me Tony," Tony smiled, "Brother Zheng."

"Tony, could you please come aside and talk?" Ying Zheng said with a smile.

"Of course," Tony said as he drank the last of his drink.

He clenched his fists slightly and quickly adapted to the changes in his body.

He stood up and nodded to Peter and Harry, then sat across from Ying Zheng.

The two exchanged a few polite words, and then Ying Zheng got down to the topic: "Tony must have known that the world I live in is equivalent to yours thousands of years ago, and it was still very backward and barren..."

"Even so, there are still many greedy barbarians who covet my people..." Ying Zheng introduced his situation and said, "I heard that you were once a weapons dealer. Can you sell the weapons in your inventory to me? ?”

Hearing Ying Zheng's request, Tony frowned slightly and felt embarrassed.

"Unfortunately, as you know, that was in the past," he said.

Ying Zheng had long expected this result.

He smiled and said: "I won't force others to do anything, but you should have some abandoned weapons production lines, right? I wonder if you can sell them to me?"

Tony suddenly understood that the other party's purpose was here.

The Stark Group's weapons production factories were sold, and some production lines were abandoned and shelved.

But selling it to other worlds always felt a bit absurd to him, and it also went against his original intention. After two seconds of silence, Tony still shook his head: "To tell you the truth, I was attacked by a group of terrorists a few years ago using weapons produced by my company. Since then, I have decided that Stark Group will no longer sell Shoot a bullet!”

Seeing that Ying Zheng's expression was grim, he smiled again and said, "Of course, although I can't sell you anything related to weapons, I might be able to give you a small toy I made a few years ago."

"What?" Ying Zheng asked.

"A set of 'doomsday production lines' I envisioned, including a full set of seeds and adapted production technologies and small tools for fertilizers, mining, electricity, metallurgy, and chemicals, would be enough to help mankind restore order and quickly establish a foundation after the end of the world. Industry." Tony smiled, "I wonder if Brother Zheng is interested?"

He actually said it casually, just to deal with the guy in front of him.

But this kind of thing is easy to integrate, and he doesn't even need to do it himself.

Ying Zheng was stunned for half a second, ecstasy welling up in his heart.

He had seen the power of modern industry on the tablet.

It took him a long time to study and barely understand these concepts, but the guy in front of him was able to help him get a full set of technologies and tools.

This thing is more important than a cold weapon!

Thinking of the value of that intellectual brain, he had no doubt that Tony was lying to him.

"Thank you very much." Ying Zheng cupped his hands and asked, "What do you think of the price?"

Tony waved his hand nonchalantly: "There is no need to be polite between friends."

Ying Zheng laughed: "Okay, I recognize you as my friend!"

Having said this, he stood up and walked to the bar. After a brief glance, he asked Su Luo to buy a glass of second-generation werewolf fortified wine.

This wine is brewed from the blood of werewolf leader Lucian. There are still dozens of cups left, which is worth 300 space-time coins. It can enhance the physique three times and extend the life span by 50 years.

He wanted to buy other drinks, but today's ten-drink limit had already been sold out.

After getting the wine, Ying Zheng handed it to Tony and said with a smile: "Wine goes with heroes, don't dislike it!"

Tony also laughed: "Of course not."

He was secretly sighing in his heart.

He just made a verbal promise in exchange for a glass of wine worth 300 space-time coins. This emperor is really grand.

While Tony was drinking, Ying Zheng introduced him to other guests in the tavern.

Unlike Peter Harry, Ying Zheng was very familiar with everyone in the tavern.

Under his introduction, everyone greeted Tony one by one with a much kinder attitude.

"It's fate to be able to enter the tavern. We can become close friends," Ying Zheng hinted. "Giving some small gifts can bring us closer to each other."

Tony nodded: "Understood."

Gift-giving is not just a custom in a certain region, it is common all over the world.

As for the gift-giving not achieving the expected effect, either the gift was not chosen correctly, or the recipient did not take you seriously at all.

"What's everyone's preference?" Tony asked.

Ying Zheng shook his head: "Some gadgets are enough, what everyone values ​​​​more is your heart."

He smiled and talked about Abao delivering noodles and steamed buns to everyone.

That panda is lively and has a pure heart, and everyone likes it very much.

Tony nodded secretly.

Not far away, when he saw Ying Yinman and Nie Xiaoqian sitting together and looking at tablets, he felt something in his heart and had a suspicion.

"What do you like, sir?" he suddenly asked in a lowered voice.

Hearing his words, Ying Zheng subconsciously glanced at Su Luo not far away.

Yes, what does this gentleman like?

(End of this chapter)