Klein was sitting on a large chair, holding a glass of tequila in his hand. He was the only respected professor on the Mir who could secretly store some of the alcohol.

He drank wine, listened to Tchaikovsky's classical music, and danced with his nimble fingers on the table.

The music he listened to was Tchaikovsky's "Swan Lake".

Someone sold a painting at the Thousand Flowers Market for 210 light stones. News like this was not enough to interest Klein.

He noticed this because on the United Airlines forum, Mir occupied the top three hot spots on the forum for two consecutive days.

This is a bit interesting.

Klein had his own way of understanding what was going on with people selling paintings at the Thousand Flowers Market, but these people didn't explain it clearly at all.

There are endless discussions about this painting on the Mir forum, but unfortunately there is no useful information.

This information is roughly divided into three types:

First, people who have seen this painting cannot give any more effective description of the content of the painting except for surprise and admiration;

Second, people who have never seen the painting are clamoring to see this magical work;

Third, those United Airlines businessmen have begun to raise prices, and the expected price of the next work is already close to 800 light stones.

A work from an ordinary human being has caused such a heated discussion. What kind of secret is hidden behind it?

Klein sent a message to Lebo and wanted to invite him to the aviation school for a chat. The latter said that he was busy at work and was about to graduate. He had to review the whereabouts of each student one by one and contact relevant departments for coordination.

All aspects are taken care of to ensure students graduate successfully.

"I'm too busy. Unlike your aerospace school where everything is clearly divided and organized," Lebo complained.

Klein said kindly: "I have tequila here. Come over and have a drink after you finish your work."

Tequila? Just hearing the name made Lebo swallow a mouthful of saliva.

In the 16th century, humans officially began to use agave to brew tequila. Since then, this strong liquor has become famous all over the world.

This guy Klein has all the good stuff.

Lebo really had no interest in meeting Klein, but the charm of tequila was really too great.

Fifteen minutes later, Lebo arrived at the aviation school and took the elevator to the top of the aviation school.

Lebo is very familiar with this empty training ground. Many years ago, he once sweated here and worked hard to get into the aerospace school.

The young boy with dreams at that time has now become a mediocre teacher.

Passing through the empty training ground and passing a white automatic door, Lebo saw Klein sitting on a large space chair.

"Hello, Professor." Lebo greeted politely. His eyes did not look at Klein, but fell on the glass bottle next to him.

Klein turned around and saw Lebo standing behind him, and said with a smile: "It seems that my former teacher can't invite you now, so I still have to rely on this tequila to invite you.

"

After saying that, Klein stood up, took out a brand new glass from the shelf and handed it to Lebo.

Lebo was not polite, took a sip of wine, picked up the glass and shook it gently.

"It looks good, it looks good." After finishing the drink, Lebo reached for the bottle again.

"Wait a minute, do you know how much that bite just cost?"

"It costs more than 300 light stones at least. If you don't have 10,000 light stones for this bottle of tequila, don't even think about buying it. We also have to factor in the space transportation fees. The fees charged by these small spaceships are not low."

"I also have to worry about the deliveryman secretly changing the package and replacing the real wine with fake. I am not careful about this."

Lebo was still immersed in the wonderful feeling brought by tequila, and didn't even pay attention to what Klein said on the side.

Who would be interested in listening to your nagging now that the wine is so expensive, and the wine is free for him to drink.

Lebo had already thought about it on the way here. He could drink as much as he could. If he got drunk, he would probably have a good sleep. This is life.

Klein grabbed the bottle and held it in his arms. Lebo rolled his eyes, moved a chair and sat down.

"This wine of yours is real. It is indeed made from the agave hearts between the foot of Tequila volcano and the Rio Grande Valley."

"You humans are very powerful. You can tell whether a wine is real or not with your sense of taste."

"We are more closely connected with the earth." Lebo patted his chest proudly, "In this regard, the new humans may have no choice but to be inferior."

"You can't say that. In the third century AD, the Indian civilization living in Central America had already discovered the technology of fermentation and winemaking. They used any sugar they could get in their lives to make wine. The sugar content was not low and it was juicy.

Tequila has become their favorite, which means that the bodies of our ancestors were already flowing with agave more than two thousand years ago. It is normal for you to feel this wine. New humans should also be able to feel it. As long as

But our method is different from yours."

"This is the old topic again. Why do we have to compete? There is no need for new humans to worry about these trivial differences all day long."

There was a hint of darkness in Klein's blue eyes, "We should actually be the same."

"Pfft!" Lebo almost spit out a mouthful of wine. If he hadn't known how precious this wine was, he wouldn't have cared about being impolite in front of Klein.

"You are so good, why do you have to worry about those small places? It's not important at all."

"You know that tequila is originally from Mexico. On the other side of the Atlantic, before the Spanish conquistadors brought distillation to the New World, tequila remained a purely fermented liquor. Later, distillation technology was used to make tequila

The distilled liquor produced is popular all over the world.”

"Technology is a good thing. The Spaniards can also feel the charm of agave and praise the conquerors."

Lebo raised the cup high and made a pious gesture of praise toward the west.

"Why are you facing that way?"

"The direction of the Earth." Lebo answered quickly.

"Is this also felt? Instinct?"

"Probably, or maybe you're drunk. Alcohol doesn't make you feel tipsy, right? You can see some particularly wonderful things. For example, the walls of the space capsule will twist and melt. Sometimes

I will also see a light as warm as the sun."

Lebo said a few words casually, and Klein was already envious. No matter how many things on earth he collected, including coffee beans produced in the hills of Sierra Mestra, tequila in Mexico, terracotta warriors in China, and Lake Baikal

The last bottle of fresh water...

Klein spent all his income on collecting collectibles from Earth. For more than ten years, he had become the richest collector on Mir.

"I don't feel this way when I drink, what you said."

Lebo shook his hand, "It's normal, we are still drunk even now."

Lebo was already drunk when he said this. He saw Klein's eyes as blue as the sea. Sea water poured out of his eyes and poured into the glass. The arc-shaped body of the cup held up the crystal sea water.
Chapter completed!