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"Hmm..." Jing Yuan couldn't help laughing.
He threw the scroll in his hand aside and said softly, "Aren't we celebrating the festival at Yalilo 6?"
"That's right." Cheng Che came back to his senses, looked at Jing Yuan and nodded, "I'm here to give you a gift."
Jingyuan:?
A hint of doubt flashed in Jing Yuan's eyes, and he looked up at Cheng Che, waiting for the other party to speak.
Cheng Che was holding a small paper bag in his hand. He sat cross-legged on the stone table and shook the bag upside down with a serious look on his face.
Pat pat pat——
One after another, black cards fell on the table in my lap. They were printed with the logo of the Interstellar Peace Company, and other than that, there was only a string of numbers representing credit points marked in the corner.
Jing Yuan:......
The expression on Jing Yuan's face changed from a smile to confusion, and then gradually to shock, "You...you..."
Where did it come from?
So much money?
"Stolen money." Cheng Che said calmly. He stretched out his hand to gather the black cards in front of him into a small pile and pushed them in the direction of Jing Yuan. "This is for you."
Jing Yuan was at a loss for a moment, but couldn't help asking, "Where is the stolen money?"
"We robbed a vault." Cheng Che answered every question, and showed no discrimination towards the general who had learned to speak. "We sent some to the neighboring planet, and the rest is yours."
Jing Yuan was stunned for a moment, then leaned forward slightly to get closer to Cheng Che, and asked in confusion, "Did you drink?"
Not right.
A little bit good, but also a little bit weird.
"Yeah." Cheng Che continued to nod, clapped his hands, and looked calm, as if he had completed a mission. "They are all planets I have stepped on and heads I have reserved. I can't be partial to one over the other."
Although Luofu does not have a debt crisis, who would complain about having too much money?
One sack was left for Yalilo No. 6 to pay off debts and develop, and the remaining was given to Luofu as raw material for buying dumplings.
Jing Yuan's eyelids twitched, and his eyes swept over Cheng Che, finally landing on the hill of cards facing Cheng Che.
Well, stolen money.
According to normal procedures, he should now fulfill his duties as General Shen Ce, directly capture the little crow, and then negotiate with the company to send it a prison meal.
But...
"Aren't you afraid that I will use this as evidence?" Jing Yuan raised his eyebrows slightly, and his complicated eyes fell on Cheng Che. "With so many credit points, even if there is no perfect chain of evidence, it will not prevent the company from taking action against you."
Cheng Che sat cross-legged, propped up his chin with his hands, and looked calm, "Let's take a gamble. Let's take a gamble on whether our current personal friendship will make you sell me out."
Besides, what kind of evidence is this?
It was obviously Phoenix who robbed the money, wasn't it?
Is it reasonable for Phoenix, the star core hunter who robs the rich and helps the poor, to give some money to a little crow just because he is poor and destitute?
Very reasonable!!!
Jing Yuan looked at Cheng Che in silence, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the letter in his hand.
After a while, Jing Yuan chuckled, "You seem to bet big every time, a terrifying bet."
Life, freedom, the handle that threatens life and freedom, are handed over so openly, but it is always difficult to grasp.
"Yeah." Cheng Che responded, propping up his chin and looking at Jing Yuan, "So do you accept this gift?"
"Who would refuse money?" Jing Yuan chuckled and reached out to pick up the black card on the table. "Thank you very much, this money is suitable for resettling the suffering Xianzhou people."
"Okay." Cheng Che responded, staggering to his feet, thinking about whether to return to the train or to Yalilo No. 6, his voice lazy and sleepy, "I'm quite happy."
"What are you so happy about?" Jing Yuan raised his eyebrows and looked up at the new friend standing on the table.
Cheng Che smiled, with a tiny gleam of light in his amber eyes.
He looked at Jing Yuan, squinting his eyes and said, "You see, I'm not the protagonist here, but I have the same important position as her."
Chapter 261 Who to blame? !
The starlight was clear, and the young man was standing on the stone table, reeking of alcohol. He smiled with his eyes curved, finally giving people a clean and transparent youthful aura.
Jing Yuan leaned against the recliner, supporting his chin with one hand as he looked at Cheng Che, with a look of confusion that came from a failed attempt to explore the matter.
I have already met the members of the Starry Sky Train. Each of them has different characteristics and personalities, and their own unique code of conduct, but Cheng Che is the only one who gives people a feeling of being confused and unpredictable.
There are too many labels attached to Cheng Che, but when it comes to his actions, it seems that the only thing that can be described is "acting according to his heart."
There is nothing that must be done, no place that I want to go. I do whatever I want according to my heart, without considering the consequences or caring about gains and losses, just for a little bit of pleasure.
But this kind of personality is indeed suitable for joy.
After a while, Jing Yuan sighed slightly, looked at Cheng Che helplessly and said: "Get down from the table, you are like a pig that suddenly stood up during the ancestor worship."
Cheng Che: ...
"You scolded me." Cheng Che was stunned and looked down.
A small table was underfoot, with two stone benches next to it.
Cheng Che thought about it, then took a step forward.
"Bang-"
"boom--"
"hiss--"
The corners of Jing Yuan's mouth twitched, and he couldn't help but put his hands on his chest, with an indescribable expression written all over his face.
It should have run farther away. This poor little crow would hit someone every time it came down from a high place.
He looked down at his clothes, then raised his eyes to look at the young man who had moved a stone bench and sat down, "I just changed into white clothes!"
Hearing this, Cheng Che glanced at the blood on Jing Yuan's chest, covered his nose and turned his head, "I haven't blamed you for breaking my nose yet..."
Blame it?
Is it really not possible for him to be the only one in the world who trains his chest? !
"You hit me!" Jing Yuan's pupils widened, and he said in disbelief: "I haven't blamed you for hitting my ribs with your head!"
and!
This is his new white clothes!!!
General Jingyuan spent a lot of money to have new clothes tailored for him by Guangyunxiu, but he wore them for less than two hours!
Cheng Che touched the pocket of his pajamas, thought for a while, and then walked to the bathroom nearby to wash his face as if he was familiar with the place.
He came out with a towel covering his nose, and said in a muffled voice, "I'm here to give you some money, right? Buy a few more sets. I'll take care of your clothes from now on."
"Yes, you robbed the company's money to buy me clothes, I really have to thank you..." Jing Yuan sighed weakly, sitting cross-legged on the rocking chair holding the documents with a speechless face, "If you have been drinking, go back and rest early."
"Are you trying to get me out?" Cheng Che responded casually. He sat on the stone bench next to the rocking chair and sorted out the black cards in front of him. His voice was calm. "So you're working overtime so late?"
Hearing this, Jing Yuan raised the document in his hand, and then raised his chin towards the pile of books on the side, "Isn't it obvious?"
"It's quite obvious." Cheng Che took out his phone and opened it. After checking the time, he tilted his head and yawned, saying lazily, "It's still two hours before bedtime. I'll stay with you for a while."
"Hmm?" Jing Yuan raised his eyebrows and looked at Cheng Che in surprise, "Do we still have to do it at such a fixed time and place?"
"Eight hours of sleep is just enough to last until eight o'clock tomorrow morning. I'll stay in bed for half an hour, get up, wash up, eat breakfast, change clothes, and then go to Klippelburg. I'll deliver the money at ten o'clock." Cheng Che looked calm as he wrote down the small things he wanted to do in his memo. "If I don't set a time, I'll probably play with my phone until morning, or sleep until noon."
Jing Yuan:......
Very good, this explanation is really in the style of young people.
"Can you write with a brush?" Jing Yuan lowered his head to look at a document, and finally put the book aside and rubbed his brows, "Will you help me write two documents?"
"Yes, but it still doesn't look good." Cheng Che responded, looking down at his phone without even looking up, "My handwriting has never been good."
If it's good, March 7th won't be the only one who can understand it.
And I don’t understand March 7th, it may be just intuition.
"Here..." Jing Yuan threw a pile of documents on the table, leaned lazily in the rocking chair and rocked slowly, saying with a smile, "I'll read and you write. It doesn't matter if you don't understand."
It is reasonable to let your subordinates guess if you don't understand.
Cheng Che: ...
You are just slacking off, right?
"Ghostwriting also requires compensation, right?" Cheng Che pulled a stone inkstone from the table, twisted the ink stick and ground it carefully, and said calmly, "General Jingyuan won't let me work for nothing, right? The last one made me..."
Having said this, Cheng Che paused slightly, and a hint of confusion flashed in his drunken eyes.
Wait, let him think about what happened to the last person who made him work for free?
"Oh, right." Cheng Che remembered and slowly grinded his ink, "I'm not dead, but I feel like I'm almost dead."
Jing Yuan:......
Jing Yuan was silent for a while, and finally couldn't help but speak, "Is this considered a crow's mouth?"
To be Cheng Che’s friend, besides having a good-looking face, you also have to be strong, right?
Who can stand being blessed all the time? !
"I don't know. It depends on fate." Cheng Che picked up the pen, held the pen and opened the scroll in his hand, and said softly: "Reconstruction of Liuyundu after the disaster."
"Hmm... freight traffic..." Jing Yuan narrowed his eyes slightly, leaned back on his arm in the rocking chair, and said lazily with a smile, "Approved, give priority to restoring logistics, dealing with the backlog, and repairing the dispatched factory."
Cheng Che nodded, holding the pen and slowly writing a line at the end, but he couldn't help but complain, "I feel like the emperor's ghostwriter now..."
Cheng Che regained his sanity and carefully kept his mouth shut.
Although I don’t have a wife, being a eunuch is really not allowed…
"What do you want to say?" Jing Yuan smiled playfully and squinted at Cheng Che, "Come on, say that word."
"Cabinet Scholar." Cheng Che snorted and changed his words, "Are you really not afraid that I, a person with bad intentions, will steal Luofu's secrets..."
The documents are right in front of me, so it would be too much to trust him.