Fang Zhao looked at the gift box that was opened in his hand.

"This is a small gift that Yinxing has prepared for every invited artist." said the soldier who sent the box.

I learned from other artists that this was the case in the past. Every time I return, there will be a gift from Hidden Star for them. It is not particularly expensive, but it is very sincere. It also brings Hidden Star style and can be taken back to collect it yourself or given it to others.

This time, the gift box contains hidden star-style jewelry made of energy ore, and exquisitely made models that are not within the confidentiality range.

"The Watchman Series Space Fighter 'Initial'."

Fang Zhao looked at the exquisitely crafted fighter model in his hand.

The Watcher's "Initial" fighter jet, a generation of magic aircraft that once moved into space by humans, Fang Zhao read relevant information when he was studying the history of aerospace in the new century.

The "Initial" fighter jets were discontinued two hundred years ago and were all retired more than a hundred years ago. However, in the minds of many older generation aerospace enthusiasts, the "Initial" fighter jets have an irreplaceable position.

Fang Zhao had already seen the real machine in the exhibition hall of Yinxing. He planned to take the model back and give it to Mr. Fang and the old lady. He remembered that the two old men looked yearning when they mentioned this fighter jet.

Fang Zhao was studying the gift box he had just obtained. Nan Feng was very busy dealing with various affairs on his home planet. As for Yan Biao and Zuo Yu, Fang Zhao arranged for them to take turns to feed Curly Hair, and took this opportunity to let them develop more feelings with Curly Hair.

Feeding is in the room, and dog food is the energy ore provided by Juxing Fund. After so long, the curls cannot keep hungry, and the dog will not be able to keep staring at other people's energy compartment and drool.

At this time, Yan Biao, who was responsible for feeding, took out a piece of energy ore from the box and put it in front of the curl.

Fang Zhao instructed the curly hair to keep the shape of a dog when outside, so he could only chew it a little bit when eating.

Crack, Crack, Crack—

Like gnawing on an apple.

The duo of salted fish with a numb expression: I was once a man of steel who was shocked to reorganize the three views. Now I can watch it calmly gnaw on the ore, and softly remind it to lick some splashing pieces on the ground.

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Chapter completed!