"yes."

I looked at him curiously and asked, "You actually understand the earth's language?"

The alien nodded: "Our Seiko family has cooperated with the earth on some projects before, and I have participated in it." As he said this, the guy's eyes showed a kind of recollection of past deeds, but after thinking of these, he

His expression became a little darker again.

Dong and I looked at each other and exchanged some information with our eyes.

There is some secret cooperation between the Seiko clan and the Earth, but I only know this information. The specific executors and project control are secretly handled by the headquarters. As one of the four talents of the Shenxing Department, Dong also communicates with the Ministry of Internal Affairs.

The information is more comprehensive than what I know.

Dong's calm forehead slightly confirmed what this Seiko clan member said.

"Why did you come to the Forgotten Planet?"

Maybe it’s because this guy is familiar with our planet, and I met aliens who can speak the Earth language in this environment. I was inevitably a bit verbose and not busy with the transaction. First, I wanted to make the other party relax their vigilance through conversation, and secondly, there were more

Get some information.

A trace of anger flashed in the alien's eyes. Not only did his eyes, which were already like bells, widen even more, he looked like a player ready to breathe fire at any time.

He was reluctant to discuss this topic.

"If you don't want to talk about this, we can also change the topic. For example, what is your name or what items need to be traded."

"No need." He waved his hand: "We, the Seiko clan, have no names. Only great manufacturers are worthy of having respectable and praised names for the works they make. Of course, I know that you people on earth all have names, you can call me

My sledgehammer."

Sledgehammer?

"I want to trade this." Sledgehammer said, taking off the dark blunt instrument from his waist, caressing it reluctantly, and said through gritted teeth: "I use it to trade, this is the most precious thing on the Forgotten Planet.

The missing composite material of iron and titanium.”

"Is this thing in short supply on the Forgotten Planet?"

I looked at Noah, who rolled his eyes at me and translated this sentence to Rotaji. Rotaji was still hesitating, but Libu already said: "Yes, iron and titanium are rare materials on the planet.

, Iron and titanium alloy materials are even scarcer, and a piece of synthetic material the size of a head is worth at least..." Libu thought for a moment, racking his brains before thinking of a suitable equivalent: "At least it can be exchanged for ten packs of biscuits and some fruits, and

water."

On the Forgotten Planet, water is the hardest currency, because living organisms can also be used as food, but water alone cannot be manufactured, not even by scientific means. It can only be obtained through some underground water. Just because of use

As the environment changes, groundwater is also depleting, so water resources are more precious.

"I just want biscuits and water." Sledgehammer's eyes lit up when he heard biscuits and water. When he said water, his throat moved slightly, but he quickly suppressed it.

"Okay, five packs of biscuits and water."

"Didn't you hear what your companion said just now?" Sledgehammer roared angrily: "These things are worth at least ten packs of biscuits and fruits. Now I don't want the fruit, I only want biscuits and water, why should I reduce it."

This guy later murmured: "Why should we reduce it? People on earth are indeed profiteers."

I glanced at Noah and pointed to my head.

Noah shook his head: "It's probably not a brain problem. It may be that a person has lived here for too long, and his personality will become a bit withdrawn. Coupled with mental stress, it takes some time to adjust."

I breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, there is nothing wrong with my brain.

Originally, I was asking for high prices and then bargaining down, but when I met such an alien, I couldn't bear to kill him too harshly. What's more, people say that people on earth are indeed profiteers, so I have to set a good example to the people on earth.

"What do you think of ten packs of biscuits and a bottle of water?"

"No." The big hammer shook like a rattle, and he said dissatisfiedly: "Fifteen packs of biscuits and two bottles of water."

I looked at Noah: "What's the use of this thing to us?"

"There are still..."

"Um?"

Noah was confused in the gust of wind, and swallowed back what he was about to say, and reluctantly replaced it with another sentence: "It's useless, we don't have equipment for manufacturing or processing, and this thing will only take up our space."

"You guys." Sledgehammer's anger seemed to overflow from his eyes, but after a moment he looked at us with some frustration: "Ten packs of biscuits and two bottles of water, no more."

I nodded and said, "That's okay. But you have to give us a message."

"Information?" Sledgehammer looked at me puzzled: "What information?"

"Where can I find any equipment that has electricity or can be recharged?" I thought for a while and then added: "Well, similar equipment will also work."

Sledgehammer was startled at first, then his eyes fell on Noah, and he was stunned for a moment before exclaiming: "Oh my God, there are actually robots here."
Chapter completed!