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As for how food ends up in the trash can...
unimportant!
Isn’t there a trash can elf who eavesdrops and delivers food every day?
"So no one cares about me?" Sambo raised his hands weakly, feeling hopeless. "I really miss the time when all eyes were on me..."
"I hope not all the beatings are focused on you." Xing pursed her lips, "Go on and explain. Let me hear if I can forgive you this time."
Sambo: ...
He hasn't even forgiven Cheng Che!
"Wait." Dan Heng suddenly came back to his senses from the information, leaned back in his chair and turned his head, "How did the miner named Peak manage to fall asleep at any time?"
Sang Bo was startled and met Dan Heng's tired eyes.
His eyes were grey and blue, obviously he hadn't had a good sleep for a long time.
"I understand. Let me ask around." Sambo felt the same way and sighed, "I think I also need Peak's little trick of falling asleep at any time..."
If you don't run away for a while, you will be restricted everywhere and regret it!
Sambo came back to his senses, looked at Xing and explained: "Because he only works one day a month, I want to cooperate with him and rent out his mining tools when he is not working. What do you think?"
Hearing this, Xing frowned slightly, "One day a month?"
How did you survive until now without starving to death?
but……
If I could sleep anywhere and anytime...it seems like it would be possible.
"It's just an analogy. To be exact, it means working one day and sleeping three days." Sambo helplessly spread his hands and clasped his hands together. "So can I entrust you to deliver the mining tools to Peak? I have a real treasure map here."
As he spoke, Sambo pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket, "Really, it's real this time."
Xing looked hesitant and a little unsure for a moment.
"It's true." Natasha walked over and took a look at the treasure map, and said softly, "I seem to have heard of this news, but no one has found it."
As Natasha spoke, she handed a list to Sambo and said, "I'll leave these supplies to you."
"Okay, I'll take Cheng Che to look through the trash cans later!" Sang Bo took the list and stuffed the treasure map into Xing's hand. "The big sister said it was real..."
Why don't you go now?!
"Let's go." San Yue Qi stretched and put his arm around Xing's arm. "If this is still fake, then we'll let Cheng Che say a hundred words to Sang Bo tonight!"
"No! Ten thousand words!"
Sambo watched the two figures walk away in silence, wailing in his heart.
Tragic, too tragic.
"Go and help me find supplies." Natasha glanced at Sambo and drove Sambo and a certain crow mouth out of the clinic, "Don't mess around in the clinic."
Outside the door, Cheng Che stood on the steps, lowered his eyes and pressed down the lifted gauze.
"Friend." Sambo leaned against the wall, the pity on his face disappeared, leaving only a playful smile, "I have a question."
Cheng Che raised his eyes and looked at Sang Bo with a question mark flashing in his eyes.
"Are you really in cahoots with those silly girls?" Sambo smiled deeply, leaning against the wall and shaking the blade, "And..."
At this point, Sambo straightened his back, stood in the deep alley and said, "Are you really just doing this for happiness?"
Chapter 103 Are You So Poor?
The lower area never sees sunlight all year round, with only the underground lamps emitting faint light.
Cheng Che stood on the steps, looking down at the man in the alley.
After a while, Cheng Che lowered his eyes and asked, "What else?"
After saying that, Cheng Che walked down the stairs and headed towards the alley next to him. "Didn't you say you were going to look through the trash cans?"
Sang Bo blinked, suddenly smiled, and followed Cheng Che's steps, "As a fellow who is here to have fun, aren't you going to tell me what you really think?"
"What?" Cheng Che said expressionlessly, walking towards the trash can in his memory. "A bunch of mosaics?"
Sambo: ...
What is Cheng Che saying?
Mosaic…
Which mosaic should be scored?
Cheng Che walked quickly to a trash can, took a look at the list, and then reached out to pick up the box in the trash can.
Sambo held a rope in his hand, and the cart that had once pulled him followed behind him, "Put it here."
"You're quite nostalgic." Cheng Che glanced at Sang Bo and put the things on the cart. "Next."
"That's not true... I will miss you after you leave." Sang Bo shrugged and followed Cheng Che to another trash can. "I, Sang Bo, am a man who values friendship and loyalty."
Cheng Che chuckled and put his hands in his pockets.
I just came out without a backpack, and there was a half piece of rope hanging at the end of the zipper on my pocket, which was rubbed between my fingertips.
"How's your face-changing skills going?" Sang Bo suddenly remembered something and turned his head slightly to look at Cheng Che, "I always feel like you'll change your face and curse me."
Cheng Che glanced at Sang Bo and said, "I learned it, but it feels a little crude."
The tacit understanding between people who have fun?
"Oh." Sang Bo nodded and walked beside Cheng Che.
The wheels of the cart squeaked, and Sambo's eyes fell on the trash can on the corner of the street.
After a while, when the two stopped in front of the trash can, Sambo suddenly spoke with a gleam in his eyes, "Are you interested in going to the pub for a drink?"
"A gift from an angel?" Cheng Che bent down and continued to rummage through the trash can.
Timi has it, and Goethe Hotel has it.
There is a gift from an angel...it doesn't seem too outrageous.
"Where is Angel's Gift?" Sambo's eyes flashed with doubt, and he asked, "Is it the pub in your hometown? Is the drink good?"
Cheng Che: ...
Okay, wrong guess.
"I guess so. I haven't been there either." Cheng Che sighed and put a box of hemostatic drugs on the cart.
Can't we let the original poster go to where he should go?
Going to Teyvat is a cheat code, but coming here...
The gold finger exploded.
Not to mention.
"Da da da--"
Footsteps were heard in the empty alley. Cheng Che turned around and his eyes fell on the little girl who ran in from the alley entrance.
"Look!" Hook dragged a sack, his eyes sparkling, "Brother, how much money can these be exchanged for?!"
Cheng Che: ...
He's a hair dealer now, right?
Cheng Che squatted down, took out his phone and sent a photo to San Yue Qi, and whispered, "How much do you think you can get in exchange?"
A box of medicine costs two hundred Winter City shields, but this is obviously not a normal price.
Hearing this, Hook blinked and looked hesitantly at Sambo who was watching from the side, "Uncle Sambo, what do you think?"
"Me?" Sambo's smile suddenly deepened, and he squatted down and stroked Hook's hair. "I think I can change it for 500 dollars."
There is a premium, but doesn’t Hook’s hair deserve that premium?
Then, Sang Bo looked at Cheng Che and said, "Take out the money, little crow."
Cheng Che pursed his lips and glanced at the heavy sack.
He fished out a roll of money from his pocket and asked in confusion, "But you have to tell me why you lost so much hair in two hours?"
March 7th uses poison to fight poison, and Sambo’s three buffs didn’t drop so much.
Hearing this, Hook blinked his eyes and said seriously, "Because Hook wants to buy a bigger house for his father, I asked the Mole Party to help me collect hair!"
At this point, Hook pouted and said, "I wanted to call you, but I couldn't find those sisters, so I wanted to call Uncle Sambo...but I just saw..."
I thought Uncle Sambo died in the adventure!
If so many new members come to help me collect their hair, I should be able to exchange it for more money now!
The smile on Sambo's face froze and he was speechless for a moment.
Indeed, the news that he was beaten to death for selling counterfeit goods might have spread throughout the lower district by now.
Sang Bo sighed and turned to look at Cheng Che, "As the culprit who put me in this situation, don't you want to say something?"
"What?" Cheng Che said calmly, "I'll kowtow to you?"
Sambo: ...
No need!
Sambo wrinkled his nose and turned to look at Hook, "So how do you collect hair?"
Hearing this, Hook tilted his head and looked at the shower cap on Sambo's head, "I just want everyone to help me comb my hair..."
Sambo: ...
This is what was pulled out, right?
Sambo tilted his head to look at the hair behind Hook and pursed his lips.
The hair volume is quite sufficient, and there is no baldness...
"Oh, right!" Hook suddenly raised his head and said seriously, "Do you want to go on an adventure with Hook? It seems that Daddy encountered some problems in the big mining area!"