I traveled through time and space and became the Emperor of the Universe. I only have a head left.

Trump Tower, Trump’s private office.

The bionic robot controlled by Han Ying sat in the place where Trump usually sat without any image, with its two feet resting on the desk in front of it.

At this time, Trump was standing not far in front of him like a servant, with his head down and not daring to speak for a long time.

There was no way. Whether it was because he let his mouth shut and exposed Han Ying's existence, or because he made a phone call later and led the other party into the encirclement of the Mecha Special Forces, Trump was in the wrong for both.

However, even so, the other party did not kill him the moment they saw him, but rescued him from the Mecha Special Forces and brought him here.

"Go ahead, I want to hear your explanation."

Faced with Han Ying's blunt questioning, Trump knew he had no way to avoid it and could only sincerely admit his mistake and seek Han Ying's forgiveness.

As for Han Ying, he has not given up on Trump yet, otherwise he would not have brought him here. Wouldn't it be better to kill him directly when he sees him, or let Silas's mecha special forces do it, so as to avoid dirtying his hands.

Seeing that Han Ying was still silent, Trump knew what was going on in his mind, so he quickly said, "Mr. Han Ying, I know you are very angry now, but please believe me, I will definitely make it up to you."

"Huh?" Han Ying raised his eyebrows, finally hearing what he wanted to hear, so he asked, "In that case, how are you going to compensate me?"

"...I'll deliver all the supplies I promised you before. How do you think about this?"

Han Ying was naturally dissatisfied with such perfunctory compensation.

"Isn't this what you promised me on the phone? How can something agreed upon in advance be considered compensation?"

Han Ying deliberately changed his tone when speaking, showing a hint of annoyance.

Trump, who was good at observing people's expressions, saw that Han Ying sounded a little angry, so he quickly said, "No, no, no, you are wrong. I said I would send you another one. The previous one was what we agreed on, and now I will send you another one as compensation."

Trump's heart is bleeding.

As a businessman, this behavior is tantamount to cutting flesh.

You know, what was promised to Han Ying had already been in place a week ago, and what was said on the phone was just nonsense made up under Silas's coercion to lure Han Ying into a trap.

Now, not only do we have to redeem this part, but we also have to issue another one.

You know, the supplies given to Han Ying are equivalent to 30% of his profit. After all this tinkering, it is equivalent to giving 90% of the profit to Han Ying, and the remaining 10% is nothing but work in vain for Trump.

However, no matter how painful it is, I have to do it, otherwise I might lose my life.

Even so, Han Ying remained silent, obviously not satisfied with the compensation.

There is no other way. As long as Han Ying doesn't nod, Trump can only continue to add more. After all, his life is now in Han Ying's hands.

More importantly, Han Ying was satisfied and would not leave him to find other partners. He would be able to earn back the money he lost sooner or later.

If I really break up with Han Ying this time, and the other party finds someone else, or even my enemy, to cooperate with, I'm afraid I won't end up well.

After some increases, Trump's compensation to Han Ying soon increased from the original two supplies to two supplies, three factories and a piece of undeveloped and valuable land.

Han Ying saw that this was the limit of what Trump could offer, especially the last piece of land, which he gave with gritted teeth.

Han Ying knocked on the table and said calmly, "I'm a kind-hearted person. Besides, it's useless for me to have land and so many factories. Let's do this."

Han Ying raised his hand and a file bag flew in front of Trump.

After opening the file bag, they found that there were also three factories inside. The difference was that one was a wood processing plant, one was a sand and gravel yard, and the last one was a garment factory.

These three factories have no connection no matter how you look at it, but that doesn’t matter. What’s important is what Han Ying says next.

"As long as you can acquire these three factories and hand them over to me, I don't want the three factories and the piece of land you mentioned."

"Sir, are you telling the truth?"

It's no wonder that Trump was so excited. Compared with the three factories and a piece of land that Trump himself took out, it was simply not worth mentioning; or in other words, the combined price of the three factories that Han Ying wanted might not be as valuable as the one given by Trump.

After receiving Han Ying's affirmative answer, Trump gradually smiled and patted his chest to assure, "Don't worry, sir. I will have all three factories ready and delivered to you within a week, no, three days."

Han Ying nodded with satisfaction after hearing this, and then threw a USB flash drive to Trump.

Seeing the USB flash drive in his hand, Trump's face was full of disbelief. He didn't understand. He had clearly betrayed the other party, and the other party didn't kill him. Trump was already thankful that he was given new alien technology. He didn't expect that the other party would give him new alien technology.

Han Ying pretended to understand and said, "Generally speaking, this time it's not all your fault. After all, when life is threatened, everyone will do what is best for themselves.

I've calculated that the technology I gave you should have been almost used up. I've been on your planet for quite some time now, and you humans are very interested in artificial intelligence."

Hearing Han Ying say this, Trump's hand holding the USB flash drive began to tremble, and he asked in a tone of disbelief, "Could it be that... could it be that... this is..."

"Don't get too excited." Han Ying pressed his hand to signal the other party not to get excited.

After Trump calmed down, Han Ying continued, "Don't get too excited. Based on my understanding of you humans, you are not yet ready to embrace the era of artificial intelligence. Forcing you to master it will only result in destruction. This USB drive contains data about a domestic service robot.

Robots built based on this data cannot be used for anything other than service.

Another point: don't use it right away. If your current industry has nothing to do with artificial intelligence, you should know how to do it if you want to avoid suspicion.

"Yes, yes, I understand, I understand."

In response to Han Ying's words, Trump nodded repeatedly, and after getting Han Ying's permission, he rushed out of the office impatiently. When he went out, he accidentally fell and hit his forehead, but he was completely unaware of it. He got up and ran out. If you didn't know him, you would think he was crazy.