I'm a Noodle Seller and I Really Can't Build an Airplane.

Lu Yu: I really can't build airplanes, I'm just a noodle factory owner! Reporter: Someone reported that the airplane you sell can fly three thousand meters high and three hundred kilometers away! Lu Yu: Slander! This is absolutely slander! I really don't sell airplanes. What I sell are mechas, spaceships, war fortresses, primordial fire, ether phase engines... And my products are all in outer space and other dimensions. When will they appear in the solar system! Can Blue Star afford my products on this one-third of an acre of land? This must be because my colleagues are jealous of me! Slander me! The reporter had a dark look on his face: So are you really a noodle seller? Lu Yu smacked his heart: It's absolutely true. My noodles are great when eaten by Warhammer 40K Gray Knights. I even have a golden rice field in the Warhammer universe. I use the corpse of the subspace demon as fertilizer. The flour ground out is extremely high in energy and tastes great! Recently I plan to develop the three-body universe, singer civilization, ancient god civilization, cultivation civilization... If there are twelve civilizations in this universe, but only one can have enough to eat, my goal is to let the other eleven civilizations also have enough to eat! I do not try to change the status quo of the universe. I am in favor of letting the war parties maintain the war, let the chaotic areas continue to be chaotic, and let the dead areas die more... After the reporter returned, he published a book - From selling noodles to selling spaceships, the self-cultivation of space arms dealer Lu Yu.