Chapter 379: 177 Bitter Wine Down the Throat Tons Tons Tons_3
026 and Lyu, sitting nearby, exchanged glances, each raising a hand to their foreheads. One quietly retreated, while the other simply vanished.
Fortunately, every ship serving Boss Yang had been equipped with lounges featuring soft beds and a shield system.
The next day,
Miss Hera boarded a transport ship back to Base Two, accompanied by a shielding device and a few robots.
Yang Ming did not see her off, indicating that this was rely a routine “work transfer.”
In reality, Yang Ming knew that the chances of them eting again would beco scarce. Hera wanted to shed the label of being a couple and transition into a more straightforward relationship,
Boss with employee, and bedfellow with bedfellow.
He understood the pressure Hera was under, but he felt sowhat depressed, sitting before the undergoing repairs of the Feinan, feeling downhearted.
“I actually got dumped,” Yang Ming muttered, “This woman is just…”
Lyu chuckled beside him, saying, “Boss, Miss Hera said, you can always find her.”
“But this feeling is clearly different.”
Yang Ming opened his palm, a faint red light flashing in his eyes, pulling over a bottle of drink resembling beer, flicking off the cap, and taking a swig.
With the sound of gulping, Yang Ming’s eyes beca a bit dazed.
He spaced out staring at the Feinan for a while, as a cleaning robot slid over and sucked away the bottle cap.
Yang Ming sighed, “Hera thinks she must respect the Insect Race… What’s there to respect about the Insect Race? We are humans, they are the enemy; whenever the two et, there’ll be a fight, and that’s it.”
“Boss, I don’t intend to interfere in your private life,” Lyu mumbled, “But perhaps you should really consider dating a normal human, soone like Miss Windsor.”
Yang Ming glared at Lyu.
“You chanical thought body knows nothing, this is love! Do you understand love?”
Lyu rolled its eyes beside him.
“Speaking of which, Boss, when do you plan to start the next assessnt period?”
“In two months,” Yang Ming mumbled, “to make up for the ti we squeezed out earlier; there are still many things to do now, I can’t just disappear for three months.”
“What about the Sherman Empire, Boss? You ntioned earlier that you wanted to send them a token of gratitude.”
“Let the White Ghost send a video praising the generals over there,” Yang Ming sighed dejectedly.
He missed the days on Earth, where after a heartbreak one could still sing love songs.
Unlike now, where there’s not even a KTV, just a few holographic entertainnt modes, creating a virtual world, using chanical thought bodies as singing companions.
“Is Kolev busy?”
“He’s gone to a neighboring country to set up a factory, the business activities of the chemical giant are quite frequent.”
“Alright then,” Yang Ming said, “our next work focus will be on building a four-hundred-ter-class gunship with full effort. Can we redesign one in ti? Or find an existing one, preferably with a main cannon over three hundred ters.”
Lyu’s mouth twitched slightly, “I advise you not to have the idea of creating a small Dreadnought. The principle of the three teachers is to protect your safety, not to help you conquer the Milky Way directly.”
Yang Ming laughed, “How would we know without trying? Go get two four-hundred-ter-class ships, one super gunship, and one standard Star Patrol Ship. Don’t forget to keep an eye on the Valkyrie side.”
“Alright, Boss, that plan sounds a bit more reasonable.”
Lyu’s figure flickered gently and vanished, leaving Yang Ming alone again, sitting there all by himself.
Yang Ming gently exhaled, raising his bottle towards the Feinan.
“Thanks, old buddy.”
He poured a little out, then took another swig.
The cleaning robot slid by, quickly sucking up the liquor and drying it.
Yang Ming humd a tune from his hotown, so thoughts surfacing in his mind, only to crush them again.
He just wanted to stay there for now, delaying the so-called proper work for later.
“Umm, uh…”
“Hmm?”
Yang Ming turned his head to look towards the corner behind him.
026 poked her head out, stamring as she asked,
“Boss, if there isn’t much to do in the next few days, can I… can I… go ho for a bit? I just want to visit, half a day will do… Lyu will supervise
entirely…”
She gently bit her lower lip.
“Hosick?” Yang Ming asked.
“Mhm.”
“Does your hotown have places for karaoke or entertainnt?”
“I think there are so, though it’s quite poor over there, but the entertainnt facilities are quite abundant.”
“I’ll give you a two-day holiday,” Yang Ming pointed at 026, “on the condition that you take
along, show
your ways of entertainnt.”
026 tilted her head slightly, a bit puzzled.
Wait a minute, the boss is heartbroken right now, feeling pretty crappy. If she could cheer him up, make his mood better…
Opportunity!
An opportunity for a raise!
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