Chapter 4200: The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy (18)

In fact, Schiller's estimation of the situation was a bit inaccurate, because early the next morning, a queue began to form at the door of the tavern.

When Schiller walked into the bar, he thought he was hallucinating. Not only was the bar full, but there was a long line behind it, all aliens with colorful skin.

He just didn't understand, don't aliens rarely have a drinking culture? How come they are queuing up at the tavern early in the morning?

Then he saw that familiar purple-skinned alien in the queue. The other party grinned at him and said in interstellar lingua franca: "Good morning, human. They like your fruit very much and want to come and buy some more."

Schiller then reacted, it turned out that this guy had brought the fruit platter back and shared it. Don't look at the fact that he sold it quite expensively, but this is already considered a very cost-effective choice in the universe. More importantly, it is neither limited by identity nor limited by purchase, and can be packed and taken away. So they all came in droves.

So Schiller began to cut fruit platters. But the entire engineering team almost all came, and everyone wanted two or three portions, he really couldn't cut them, so he had to call everyone in the tavern to cut fruit.

He put all the fruits stored in the gray mist into the bar at once, which also caused a burst of exclamation. He listened roughly, they seemed to think Schiller was some big noble, otherwise he was a fruit dealer in the black market.

Pikachu couldn't help rolling his eyes, he said: "These people really haven't seen the world. Fruit is expensive because there is a lot of it?"

"I'm afraid it really is," Schiller told him the information he checked yesterday, and then said, "Earth countries have divisions, and there are benefits to divisions. The earlier the unification, the more class solidification will be. Their civilization is afraid that it has been passed down for thousands of years, and the class is as solid as a copper wall and iron wall, of course, they will measure others by themselves."

"Then if we build an orchard here, let them pick and eat by themselves, wouldn't it be sold crazy?"

"You really have a business mind. I'll ask Pamela later."

Schiller handed out fruit platters while chatting with these aliens, and then learned more news about interstellar people's livelihood from their mouths.

"This fruit called watermelon is very good, better than what I ate at the big manor owner's place. Although he will also put a lot of fruit at the banquet, most of them are not very fresh. Eating and eating is just those few, nothing interesting."

"I didn't see it wrong, right? There is juice on this menu? Are you squeezing fresh fruit into juice? Isn't this a bit wasteful? We only squeeze juice from fruits that are about to go bad."

"Yes, we can also buy fruit at the vegetable market. The kind of fruit we eat, although the water is quite a lot, it is not sweet, just a little bit of vegetable taste. It's not as delicious as yours."

"The fruit in our community is expensive to death. I am already considered to be earning quite a lot, but buying a melon costs several dozen universal coins. We can't eat it every day either. It's a pity that there is no fresh-keeping warehouse here, otherwise I must bring a watermelon back for my daughter to taste."

Schiller then knew that his fruit was actually considered cheap. Don't look at the small amount, but this is fresh, not frozen or ice-fresh, and both sweet and sweet-sour flavors have it, and the combination is very interesting, so these aliens are very interested.

However, Schiller didn't buy many fruits, because he didn't directly connect to the production side, but went to the supermarket to pick fresher ones. He ran to several supermarkets and didn't buy much.

The speed of human spaceships is not fast enough, and the fresh-keeping technology has not reached the point where it can be stored for a long time. If it is really transported on a large scale, I am afraid it will be broken before it is transported to the place. So we still have to study planting.

Just this morning, most of Schiller's fruits were sold out. So he had to agree to Pamela's proposal, go back to Gotham to get some soil first, and see if he could adapt to the complex environment of the alien planet. As for whether the plants grown are poisonous, whether they hit people, let's grow them first.

And, he looked at these aliens and they were all tall and strong, if the fruit hit people, then open an arena directly, those who can beat can eat, those who can't beat can stay on the side.

Sold a whole morning of fruit platters, everyone's hands were a bit sore from cutting. Others went upstairs to rest, and Schiller went back to Earth again, bought some fruits, this time he bought some niche ones, such as sugar apple, lychee, sugar orange, etc.

Because he heard aliens complaining that the fruit was not sweet enough before, it is estimated that some races have insufficient sweet taste perception, so they need some more powerful ones. Schiller even bought some canned yellow peaches, if no one loves to eat, he will eat them himself.

He just came back and it was lunch time again. Although the construction site provides meals, that purple-skinned big guy led a group of people to eat again, and the dialect was spoken in his mouth, which seemed to be praising Schiller's craftsmanship.

They were much more relaxed this time, looking like they understood that this human standing behind the bar wouldn't suddenly go crazy and kill them all. When ordering, they dared to ask. So Schiller made them lychee roast chicken, Texas smoked meat, sausage and vegetable salad. The staple food is pizza, and everyone has a large glass of beer.

The aliens ate with their mouths full of oil, and finally came a large fruit platter for everyone. Schiller changed them into new fruits, and the aliens were very surprised.

"Is this also produced on Earth? Do you have so many kinds of fruits?"

"Is this a lot?" Schiller asked back.

"Of course! Our local planet only has six kinds. And to be honest, I think three of them can't be counted as fruits at all, it's just that the export tax of fruit is relatively low, so they forcibly put vegetables together."

"There are not many in my place either, about seven or eight kinds. But we tasted so many here, is it possible that Earth has more?"

"Of course, we have many, many kinds of fruits," Schiller thought for a while and said, "This is just a small part."

"And we have different varieties of each fruit, such as oranges have sugar oranges, honey oranges, citrus, green oranges, etc. Melons also have watermelon, sweet melon, honey melon, fragrant melon..."

The aliens looked at each other and said with some envy: "No wonder Earth is called the cosmic greenhouse. You actually have so many fruits, the nobles in your place live so well."

Schiller opened his mouth, but didn't say, these fruits are basically affordable for everyone. And, even in poor countries, as long as your geographical location is good, you don't lack fruit to eat. For example, those countries in the South American tropics, all kinds of tropical fruits like bananas, mangoes, pineapples can also be eaten to the full.

Schiller also opened a coconut for each of them. The purple-skinned big guy who led the way said with some surprise: "You actually have this kind of fruit whose flesh is water. It's hard to imagine how rich your water resources are."

However, coconut water received unanimous praise from them. It's not that the taste is special, the key is that you can take the coconut shell back to show off to the same race.

These people went back and clearly made a big publicity again. It wasn't meal time in the evening, and they started queuing again. Schiller was busy in the dark, and these people also learned the way to play in the bar by themselves, and they didn't leave after eating, ordered a drink, ordered a fruit platter and chatted there.

Although no one dared to trouble Schiller to clean up, but after all, there were guests, and Schiller couldn't leave, so he had to wait until midnight.

When the guests dispersed, he rushed directly into Pikachu's room, picked the yellow mouse out of the quilt, shouted at his ear: "Go recruit people! Do you hear me? Go recruit people!!!"

Pikachu dug his ear and said: "Aren't you doing quite well?"

Then he received a death stare from Schiller, so Pikachu had to say: "Alright, I'll go back to Earth to ask, see if there is anyone who can come to work the night shift."

Pikachu's efficiency was quite high. He went back in the middle of the night, and before the next morning, he brought back a person, guess who? It's Mephisto!

"Why is it you again?" Schiller couldn't help asking.

"I want to ask you too. Such a great opportunity, you didn't call me, really not enough brothers." Mephisto used Johnny's face. He leaned on the bar and said, "This is a great opportunity to broadcast the gospel to the universe."

"You are here to mix drinks, not to preach."

"You just say whether I am very suitable for the night shift." Mephisto shook his head and finally revealed his original form, a demon with a devil's head and goat hooves.

"I am also the first time to know that the devil appears at night because they like the night shift," Schiller said sarcastically.

Although it is like this, after all, someone came to help, and Schiller couldn't pick who it was. However, Mephisto's shift was quite decent, worthy of being a devil who confuses people's hearts, and he got along with the aliens in two or three sentences.

These aliens didn't have the two tricks of mages, of course they couldn't see Mephisto's original form. There is nothing lacking in the universe but people who look strange, and they don't have any devil culture, so naturally they won't associate it with that aspect.

Mephisto also has no dates and hits three poles, although the faith of other civilizations is not so valuable, it is better to have it than not. Seeing that these aliens were fooled and lame, Schiller hurriedly sent Mephisto to the back kitchen, and it would become a cult nest if it was late.

Although it doesn't matter whether the aliens believe in Mephisto or not, the current Speaker is the Sorcerer Supreme, and he won't give the devil any good face. In case they really check on them, beating Mephisto is a small matter, and revoking their business license is troublesome.

Mephisto is not angry, just doing some odd jobs, and goes to the construction site to wander around when he is fine. But you really don't say, this guy has the ability to see through people's hearts, and just after turning around, he came back and said to Schiller: "The workers you recruited... tsk tsk..."

Schiller looked at him while wiping the wine glass. Mephisto didn't sell it, leaned on the bar and said: "The blue-skinned guy before, the one with a pattern on his head, is a mechanical bionic man. He should have replaced the original unlucky guy's identity and plundered his memory. It seems he should be working for that bunch of robots."

"And that red-skinned big guy. Although he is not replaced by others, he has traces of brainwashing. I suspect it was done by that bunch of bird-men, they are best at this. The believers I developed there before have also suffered poison."

"And that duty manager. He is also a bit wrong, but he hides the deepest. Intuition tells me that he has a big picture. The trouble you have caused is a bit much."

"Alright," Schiller put the rag aside and said, "If you can't help, don't say sarcastic things here. It seems that humans develop the Milky Way and you have no benefits. Or should I notify the Sorcerer Supreme..."

"Don't, don't," Mephisto hurriedly said, "Didn't I come to remind you? They can mix sand, can't I? You watch, I guarantee to solve this matter beautifully."