CH 3

The man speaks the interstellar language, which Ruan Shiqing naturally does not understand. But from the eager expression, the increased strength, and the glances that swept over the parts of the aircraft from time to time, Ruan Shiqing somewhat guessed the intention of the other party. He still shook his head, pretending to be ignorant and dazed, indicating that he could not understand what he said.

More polite than his master. More importantly, the language it speaks is actually standard Mandarin.

Ruan Shiqing was full of surprise, and tentatively responded: "Hello."

"Okay, now that there's a translation, can you tell me where did you find the thing in your hand?" The man's words are translated synchronously by the robot.

Sure enough, he was interested in the parts in his hands. Ruan Shiqing guessed that the crashed aircraft should be expensive.

Thinking of the carefully hidden drive and engine, he suppressed the joy in his heart and played a homeless teenager who had never seen the world. "I can show you the way, but if that thing is valuable, you share the money."

The man, after listening to him, sneered, his expression a bit fierce, "Don't think about the rest, tell me the place honestly, and I'll give you a 100 star coins to lead the way."

Ruan Shiqing seemed to be frightened by his fierce expression, hesitated for a while, then bit his lip and nodded, then looked at the robot curiously, "What is this?"

The man didn't answer yet, but the robot responded first: "My name is 'Alex', I am a type IV life assistance robot produced by Naxi Company, I have mastered 260 interstellar languages, Good at all kinds of housework—”

But before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by the man, who laughed and said, "Look at that. Are you interested in Alex? You can't afford it."

"Is it very expensive? I can save money to buy a cheap one," Ruan Shiqing said, thinking in his heart, I can't afford it now, but when I sell the drive and engine, it may not be as before.

After confirming that he was at the right place, Ruan Shiqing let out a sigh of relief and carefully stepped onto the stairs, and went down.

He didn't know how long the stairs were, but after walking down for a long time, he finally saw the faint light. Ruan Shiqing quickened his pace, turned a corner, and saw a huge stone-carved arch. Behind the arch, there was an empty and bright crypt packed with various stalls and haggling customers, their voices loud.

These people either wear animal ears, show animal tails, or even bargain directly in the form of beasts. The goods on the stalls are even more bizarre, although Ruan Shiqing's worldview has long been broken, under this situation, there was still a momentary increase in his heart rate and blood pressure.

After calming down a little, Ruan Shiqing walked into the crypt. Everyone was busy and didn't notice a new arrival.

He pretended to be skilled and wandered in the crypt, but he was actually observing secretly. Occasionally, the stall owner greeted him, but the language was very unfamiliar, and he could only pass by without squinting.

The crypt is very large and there are many stalls. Ruan Shiqing kept walking inside, trying to find a robot like Alex, but unfortunately, after walking for a long time, he did not see anything similar. Instead, a familiar voice caught his attention.

In an inconspicuous corner, a person sat cross-legged in front of a stall with few goods, the whole person was covered by a brown cloak, and he could not see his face.

"Clearance sale, the last few items, the clearance sale is on, don't miss it when you pass by..." This man is like a repeating machine with Tai Mode's feelings as he tirelessly shouts and repeats words. Occasionally, a language that Ruan Shiqing did not understand was interspersed, but based on the similar frequency, it was estimated to be the interstellar version of the "clearance sale".

Ruan Shiqing stopped and observed for a while, then walked towards the man's booth. The other party saw him approaching and asked in Mandarin, "What does the guest want?"

Ruan Shiqing glanced at the goods on the booth and asked casually, "Do you have a translation robot here?"

He didn't have much hope at first, he just wanted to use this pretext to get close to the stall owner, and then asked if he knew where to buy a cheap translation robot, but the other party was excited. "Yes, yes, yes." He then picked up a tattered little robot from the booth and enthusiastically marketed it, "This is a type IV life-assisting robot produced by Naxi Company, loaded with 260 interstellar languages, and it only costs 998, absolutely worth the money!"

As if afraid of Ruan Shiqing's disbelief, he bowed his head and fiddled around, turned on the tattered robot, and was greeted in influent Mandarin: "Mr. Xianxian, you, hello, number 09... , for, for you, to serve."

Ruan Shiqing: ?? Oh, I've run into a killer.

Unexpectedly, he knows the goods. The stall owner smiled slyly, "I think the little brother has a good face. If you really want it, it can't be less than 400."

Ruan Shiqing was well versed in the routine of bargaining and was ready to go.

The stall owner really insisted, "210 is too little, I can't even earn back the cost, 203, do you see 230 lines?"

"Deal." Ruan Shiqing turned around, picked up the tattered little robot, and studied, "Is it not broken?"

The little robot is quite good at self-promoting, and immediately responded, "No, no broken! I, I know two hundred and eighty one... interstellar, language." Twenty-one more than type IV Kind of!

"That's it."

After all, it only cost 230 Star Coins, and he also knew that the state of the little robot would not be very good. However, he doesn't need the little robot to do anything else, as long as it can act as a translator temporarily, and he will slowly learn the Interstellar Common Language himself, and after he learns it, he won't need a robot translation.

"Thank you for your patronage." The stall owner took out a small bottle of motor oil and handed it to him. "This is a gift, the joints of the robot often need some oil."

After he finished speaking, he opened his hand to Ruan Shiqing, waiting to receive the money.

Ruan Shiqing lowered his head calmly and discussed with the dog. "Where are the star coins that Dad gave you to keep?"

"..." Rong Heng removed his claws expressionlessly. His temporary master is poorer than he imagined.

Ruan Shiqing rubbed his little head with a smile and put a hundred star coins into the hand of the stall owner. "This is the deposit, the remaining balance will be paid after I sell the goods in my hand."

Stall owner: ???