National Treasure Salted Fish, the Country Let Me Lie Down and Win

>On the day I bound the "Civilized Reception Station" system, I was worried about the lack of ham sausage in the instant noodles. >System: [Host detected, please provide basic reception services for high-dimensional visitors. Reward: a complete set of controllable nuclear fusion technology. >I was holding the potato chips and shivering: "I'm just a useless snack!" >The father of the country quickly took over: "Don't be afraid, Zai Zai! We handle the technology and do the tasks. You are responsible for eating, drinking and being the mascot!" >So the whole world was dumbfounded: Why did Huaguo Technology suddenly get on the rocket? >A certain country said sourly: "They must have stolen our technology!" >I ate the special fruit in the arms of the national security team leader, and casually clicked on the system's new task: [Please receive the 'silicon-based life form', reward: antimatter engine blueprints. >The diplomat responded with a smile: "Oh? Your country also has the technology to rub Dyson balls with bare hands to share?" ---