I'm Opening a Restaurant in Collapse

First of all, with Zhao Bai's superb wisdom (?), although he said that he wanted money, it could never be for the mere chef profession. Such a strong man needs a reason to find an organization. Probably his reason is... …money?

The money is there for everything.

The problem is, anti-entropy has no money, and there is no money to pay to Zhao Bai. She can't imagine that if a strong man like Zhao Bai has a clear price, how much it will cost to make a shot may be an astronomical figure.

She shook her head.

Zhao Bai frowned and asked: "You...are we so poor in anti-entropy? We can't afford to pay for food? When I watch Tesla and Einstein live games, I can receive at least [-] per week. reward."

"..."

Fifty thousand is not enough for you to look at me.

Cocolia wanted to say that, but she couldn't say it at all.

"It's okay if you don't have any money. Give me two Titans. I wanted those iron fists to help me make rice cakes for a long time."

Chapter 242: The grievances and grievances of the Reloaded Rabbit

Just... two titans?

Of course, saving money is a good thing, but Cocolia always feels that this person is trying to deceive the anti-entropy Titan manufacturing technology, so she can only bite the bullet and ask Zhao Bai to sign a non-disclosure agreement, guaranteeing that the two Titans will never be disassembled. Destroyed and sent back to inverse entropy.

"What's the point of all this red tape?"

"No."

Cocolia said calmly: "Just to make me feel at ease, sign this Titan takeaway agreement."

Zhao Bai nodded.

Indeed, only signing a contract can dispel her doubts. Although a piece of paper has no effect, Cocolia just points to her to live.

Something is not right.

Einstein, pulling him aside, whispered to his ear:

"She probably just wants your signature, not some arms sale agreement. Anti-entropy has never had that kind of thing. Cocolia is like a no-holds-barred arms dealer, selling weapons to anyone who can afford it."

"Oh……"

There was something wrong just now, but after listening to Einstein's explanation, Zhao Bai suddenly realized.

It turned out that it was just for signing.

Say it earlier!

Why cover up?

Zhao Bai looked over the agreement generously, and found no traps and loopholes. It was a normal contract with equal equality between both parties.Zhao Bai nodded and wrote his name casually like a bill book. Although he hid it very well, Zhao Bai still saw a frown on her face.

Are you so excited?

Zhao Bai doesn't quite understand the mentality of such an older mother fan.

"Where's my Titan?"

Zhao Bai has no doubt that Cocolia will cut the contract and hang it on the wall, but these are none of his business, Zhao Bai only cares about his new Titan.

It didn't give him a shred of time to react.

Zhao Bai was pressed by Einstein's shoulder, and his entire body suddenly turned into a deep purple light spot, dissipating in the quantum space.

"call--"

Like a fish out of water, Zhao Bai took a deep breath, the ionized ozone stimulated his nasal cavity, and Zhao Bai set foot in the desert of California again, only twenty minutes had passed.

"Where's my Titan?"

With Cocolia gone, Zhao Bai turned his doubtful eyes to Einstein.

Einstein snapped his fingers.

The dark blue light of data flickered on the wasteland, and Tesla avoided it knowingly, for fear of being affected by the manifested Titan.

Two heavy sounds.

"Just snap your fingers, and the Titans and I will appear, go and finish your mission, I'm a little sleepy."

Zhao Bai nodded.

Einstein and Titan just disappeared in front of her, and the roar of the wind and sand drowned everything.

Really convenient ability.

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Back at the airport, Zhao Bai nodded, indicating that the pilot who had been waiting for four hours could take off, and he got a happy nod from the other side.

The pilot felt very strange.

When he went out, Zhao Bai was carrying a lunch box and a long knife with a chilled expression on his face.When he came back, he looked happy, carrying a martini bottle, the scent of wafting grapes filled the air, he not only brought the bottle, but also the champagne glass that Tesla passed along.

"Mr. Zhao, you are..."

"Oh, someone gave it to me, it's a return gift in a sense."

The same sentence, don't ask if you shouldn't. The pilot knew this well. He went back to the cockpit and locked the door. Zhao Bai lay leisurely on the chair, holding martini sparkling wine, watching the bubbles go smoothly. With the glass wall slowly rising, the wine is a touch of golden color, and the entrance is a refreshing sweetness.