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"No need for last words." San Yue Qi sighed heavily, looked around and lowered his voice, "Our new partners are really troublesome. One of them is drowsy and wants to find the star core, and the other one is looking for a wife with your eyes closed..."
Having said that, March 7th sighed heavily.
Xing patted Cheng Che's shoulder and habitually stabbed him in the back: "Although there are all kinds of things in dreams, it is obvious that your dreams don't include your wife. Dream less in the future. It's not good for your psychology and physiology."
Cheng Che nodded, "Okay."
That's not okay.
Even if the universe is simulated, it cannot simulate his wife. Now the only way for him to have a wife is to dream.
"Your topic is so confusing that even the knowledgeable Sangbo can't get involved..." Sangbo sighed helplessly, sat down at the foot of Cheng Che's bed, spread his legs and looked at the soles of his feet, "Now, let alone leather shoes, I can't even wear slippers."
He glanced at the slipper Cheng Che had sold him and asked in confusion, "Why is there only one slipper?"
"Because I want to use the other one as a weapon." Cheng Che had a blank expression on his face. He took out headphones from his bag and listened carefully to the recordings along the way. "I want to use it to slap the Riddler in the face."
This matter is the obsession in the hearts of every victim of the Mi family!
Sambo: ...
Sambo rubbed his head and said, "I don't think you'll have a chance to slap me."
He, Sambo, is not the Riddler...right?
"What is Earth Fire?" Cheng Che dragged the progress bar and listened to the conversation between Sambo and Natasha again. "If you don't tell me, then that's the first riddle man I used to sacrifice to the sole of my shoe."
It's quite annoying. I can't beat him. If I really beat him, I don't know how many people will want revenge.
But it doesn’t matter, he can still give poisonous milk.
"Your identity, information about this place, the division of forces, and a map," Cheng Che opened the memo and looked at Sang Bo seriously, "How many favors do you think you need to get this information?"
Sambo: ...
Could he say that he actually had the idea of defaulting on his debt?
Sambo's eyes swept across the slippers and mobile phone in Cheng Che's hand, and then he thought about the scene where the floor of Beloberg was covered with photos of his buttocks.
After a while, Sangbo smiled and said, "We are friends who hit it off right away. Sir, just name the price. Sangbo is very enthusiastic."
Cheng Che nodded, "Then one."
Everyone:...
"Your price..." Sambo's eyes flashed with confusion, "You are even more cruel than me."
Cheng Che lowered his eyes and filled in Sang Bo's name on the form, followed by the three words "black-hearted", "You asked me to name the price."
Sambo: ...
Asking you to name a price is just a courtesy. Anyone with some common sense will know what to say at this time!
Sambo took a deep breath, realizing that he had started off badly. When a comedian becomes a comedian, perhaps he can only try to have fun amidst the suffering.
At least I returned a favor.
Although I still have five or six favors to repay...
"He is indeed a profiteer..." Sanyueqi's eyes showed admiration, and he shook his head with emotion, "If Esther had your ability to bargain down prices, she could save 80% of her online shopping expenses!"
Hearing this, Cheng Che nodded and wrote the words "Ping Yi Jin Ren" after Esta's name. "Then I'll send her a copy of the bargaining skills later."
"It's useless..." San Yue Qi spread his hands and said indifferently: "She won't read it, and even if she did, she wouldn't bother to use it."
For Esta, anything that can be solved with money is a small matter.
Bargaining is a waste of time.
"I really envy the rich..." Sambo showed a helpless and sad look on his face, shrugging his shoulders, "I am so pitiful, I can only exchange some food for food by reselling goods."
I feel that Cheng Che is better at having fun than me.
Then perhaps we can use a self-torture tactic to get back our black history.
Sang Bo silently looked up and met Cheng Che's teasing gaze, holding up the phone in his hand. The gray-haired girl standing next to him even turned on the flash to provide fill light.
Sambo: ...
These two people are devils!
"Dan Heng..."
San Yueqi looked at the two people in front of him moving in perfect harmony, hesitated for a moment, and then moved closer to Dan Heng, "Do you think this is normal?"
Why did she, San Yueqi, feel that the style of the entire pioneering team was slowly being led astray by Cheng Che?
Something is wrong!
Something is definitely wrong!
It was already noisy enough just to have her in the team!
A few more words...
Danheng, Uncle Yang, Jizi, and Pam.
They will all be exhausted to death, right?
"Is there something wrong?" Dan Heng lowered his eyes and looked at the map photo that Cheng Che shared in the group on his phone. He said in a deep voice: "Instead of whispering to me, you should think about what to do with the trash can lines on your face."
March 7:! ! !
San Yue Qi quickly took out the small mirror Cheng Che had given her as a gift from his pocket and took a look. "The beautiful girl is disfigured!"
Dan Heng closed his eyes and sighed weakly.
Okay, I'm used to it.
March 7 ran to ask Natasha how to remove the mark, completely ignoring the scene that was like a trial between three judges beside the bed.
Cheng Che's collection of emoticons once again added a Sangbo aggrieved expression. He put down his phone contentedly and whispered, "Selling goods? And you brought us here?"
Cheng Che raised his eyes to look at Sang Bo and said softly, "It seems that you have a way to move between the upper and lower levels?"
Chapter 36: Borrow some money.
"Reselling..."
Sambo blinked his eyes and said hesitantly, "I'm just reselling some antiques... relatively scarce materials... and occasionally picking up two people..."
However, the business of picking up people just opened today.
At this point, Sambo tilted his head, "No, why should I tell you?"
Cheng Che took out a pen and drew a positive sign on Sang Bo's exposed arm. "This is the favor you have left. Remember, two for Dan Heng, one for Xing and Sanyue, and one for me."
Well, it dries quickly and the color doesn't fade.
Sambo: ...
If he had known this would happen, he would not have gone out!
So why did he want to hide in the snow?
Can't it be hidden somewhere else?
Hearing this, the gray-haired girl blinked her eyes and said seriously, "I think Cheng Che's financial management skills are very good, so I decided to entrust this favor to Cheng Che to manage it."
Maybe one day Sambo will owe favors worth five figures, and then he will be rich!
"Add one." Dan Heng enlarged the picture, circled the places on the map that needed attention, and spoke in a deep voice.
Although my teammates' ideas are out of control, they are not without reason.
Sambo: ...
"Are my favors the currency in your team?" Sambo's eyes were half-mooned, and he was completely disappointed. "Do you know that I, Sambo, have never been so miserable?!"
he! Sambo!
Trafficker!
Fun people!
When fighting, you should also pay attention to whether your hairstyle is messy!
When will you run in the snow with your buttocks on?!
When was I threatened by a photo of my back?
Since when have I owed so many favors and still been blackmailed?
If the photo was something else, maybe Sambo could sign it...
Cheng Che touched his face and looked at the marks on it through the reflection of the phone. "To be honest, except for the time when the system exploded with my wife, I have never been so miserable."
He can accept rummaging through trash cans because it is necessary in life.
But...
It would be a bit too much to stuff him headfirst into a trash can!
Sang Bo paused, then turned to look at Dan Heng silently, "What is his...system? And his wife exploded?"
Now it seems that this man is the only one who is a little bit normal in this group of people. This sentence should be a trick from Cheng Che, right?
Your wife ran away with someone?
It exploded again?
Dan Heng raised his eyes, "You heard it right."
Sambo opened his mouth and said, "That's indeed... a little worse than what I'm experiencing now..."
At least he doesn't have a wife. Even if he does, she won't run away with someone else, let alone explode in front of him.
"Ah..." Xing sighed heavily and took a cup of tea from Cheng Che's thermos. "It all exploded into fireworks. I don't think I will ever forget that grand occasion in my life."
Although it had only been a few days since the beginning of this life, she could still clearly remember Cheng Che's expression of despair and wishing he could die with him.
A grand occasion on earth!
"My condolences." Sanbo thought carefully for a while before speaking solemnly, "It's okay, you can still find a new wife."
As soon as the words were spoken, the ward fell into silence.