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But it is understandable that neither the train crew nor he has the position to disclose these things, nor is there any place to disclose them.
"They are just trivial matters. I don't think anyone would care how much money I allocated to repair such a mess..." Jing Yuan tilted his head and yawned, closing his eyes drowsily. "Besides, you always bet on whether I will do something, so it's reasonable for me to bet on whether you will leak the secret, right?"
Cheng Che nodded, and after letting the ink dry, he turned to the next document, "Request for funding for the maintenance of the Prison Formation."
Jing Yuan opened his eyes and looked at the young man sitting at the table with a calm face. "Don't you feel a little guilty for reading these words?"
"Why should I feel guilty?" Cheng Che turned his head and met Jing Yuan's gaze, the surprise in his eyes not seeming fake, "If you don't arrest me, then you don't need to protect me?"
The other prisoners are pretty weak...
Jing Yuan looked at Cheng Che, unable to put it into words, "If I don't catch you, I won't have to maintain the fifty-layer formation."
Who is to blame? !
Chapter 262 Who is not a child? !
"A great general of the God of War, arresting a teenager to work overtime..."
Cheng Che sighed softly, holding a pen and marking the end of the document, and said calmly, "You didn't even give me a glass of wine."
At the side, the white-haired man leaned lazily on the rocking chair with a smile on his face, "You've cheated me so many times, you should compensate me, right?"
Jing Yuan couldn't help but smile, and took out a white jade locket from his pocket, "Here, the reward."
"I obviously bought this for a favor..." Cheng Che muttered, took the peace locket and put it in his pajamas pocket, then turned around and continued writing, "But General, are you interested in going to Yalilo No. 6 Hot Springs?"
Hearing this, Jing Yuan was slightly startled.
The video call he made a few days ago emerged in his mind, and he remembered the blade that flashed by in the video.
After a while, Jing Yuan came back to his senses, chuckled and said, "Are you inviting me?"
"Yes." Cheng Che nodded, leaned in to blow dry the ink, and handed the document to Jing Yuan for review. He said softly, "But you may have to wait a while. I want to build a small snow house specifically for hot springs."
A small stone house was built in the sparsely populated snowfield. Two pits were dug in the yard, and a fireplace was built inside the house. How cozy it was.
Jing Yuan smiled, his expression gentle, "You really know how to enjoy it."
It was a way of slacking off that he dared not think of.
Although he likes to be lazy, he is really busy with official duties...
"Maybe I don't have time recently." Jing Yuan sighed softly, but still explained in a low voice, "Luofu suffered a disaster from the star core Jianmu, and there are still many things that need me to deal with."
"The Prodigal Sons are a team that knows how to enjoy themselves." Cheng Che smiled, looked around, picked up the wine jug beside him, sniffed it, raised his head and took a sip, "Wait until you are free, I am always free anyway."
Jing Yuan nodded, opened the scroll in his hand, and looked at the flourishes on it. "Your handwriting is pretty good, but why is it so..."
Indescribable.
I can't say it's ugly, I can only say it's hard to recognize as a word.
"To me, calligraphy should be considered a kind of painting..." Cheng Che looked at the time and finished the last document, then stood up and stretched, "Let's go back to sleep."
Jing Yuan raised his eyes, smiled and nodded, "Thank you."
The night breeze is pleasant and the shadows of the trees are swaying.
Cheng Che looked down at Jing Yuan's curved eyes, and after a long while he couldn't help but smile, "Remember to tell me when you are free, good night."
As soon as he finished speaking, the young man disappeared without a trace.
Jingyuan leaned against the rocking chair, supported his head with one hand, and lay on his side looking at the pile of documents.
The ink dried up as time passed, and the black cards piled up into a small mountain.
Jing Yuan looked at it for a moment, then lazily stood up and walked slowly towards the bedroom, saying in a low voice, "When can I have some free time..."
……
Fort Clipper.
Cheng Che put the takeout bag on the desk and said calmly, "Breakfast, and money."
As he spoke, Cheng Che raised his chin towards the sack beside him.
Bronya was stunned, her eyes fell on the sack, "Money?"
Money in a sack?
Is this some kind of robbery scene?
“Buddy, a sack of credits doesn’t seem like a lot—” Xing patted Cheng Che’s shoulder, stretched out his hand to open the sack, and his voice stopped abruptly.
A sack of credits is definitely not enough.
But a sack of fully-loaded black cards is definitely enough.
Bronya looked at Xing, who was squatting in a daze, in confusion. After thinking for a while, she stood up and looked over.
It doesn't matter if you don't look at it, you will be shocked when you look at it.
Bronya's pupils trembled, and she couldn't help but put her hand over her pounding heart.
She quickly came back to her senses and stared at Cheng Che with wide eyes, "You...this...is too much!"
"It should be enough to pay off the debt, and the rest is for you as capital." Cheng Che looked around, pulled over a chair and sat down, resting his head on his folded arms, half-closing his eyes with a bored look on his face, "But I want to hire a few people to help me build a small house deep in the snowfield, and I want to entertain my friends."
Hearing this, Bronya nodded in a daze.
She glanced at the sack full of money with a complicated look and said softly, "It's not a big deal. I'll organize the staff and treat it as a gift to Mr. Cheng."
Indeed, with such a large sum of money, they could buy the entire Yalilo No. 6, so what is a house?
After Bronya paid off the money, she personally led a team to renovate the house, and she renovated it the way she wanted!
Cheng Che raised his eyelids and looked at Bronya, and said seriously, "For the third time, just call me Cheng Che."
Bronya was startled and met Cheng Che's sincere eyes.
"Yes, just call him Cheng Che. Friends can call each other by their first names. Or you can call him Little Crow." Xing carried the sack and stuffed it under Bronya's desk, then patted Bronya's shoulder and whispered, "Now that the debt has been settled, can we organize the Rising Sun Festival?"
Although she is a little bitch, she has eyes and ears. Cheng Che really doesn't like the feeling of alienation between friends.
Hearing this, Bronya nodded, "Then I will call you Cheng Che, but Rising Sun Festival..."
Bronya thought for a while before nodding and said softly, "The Rising Sun Festival will go on as usual. I will hurry up to prepare for it. I hope my friends will have fun here."
"Okay." Xing tilted her head, quietly moved her hand to Cheng Che's head and rubbed it, squinting her eyes, "Hey, the little curly-haired guy feels good."
Cheng Che: ...
Cheng Che raised his eyes, looked at Xing and asked sincerely, "What else feels good?"
"That can't be said. If you say it, you'll be considered a hooligan." Xing snorted, and couldn't help but get closer to Cheng Che's face, with a curious look on his face, "Why do you have dark circles under your eyes?"
"How despicable..." Cheng Che sighed, buried his face in his elbows and said in a decadent voice, "I can't sleep."
He spent the whole night counting how many credit points he had robbed, and he felt dizzy.
"Then why don't you go back to the hotel and sleep?" Xing thought about it, but couldn't help but reach out and touch Cheng Che's forehead, "You haven't recovered from the cold you caught two days ago, but you'd better book a new room. Dan Heng and San Yue Qi are poking Xiao Tuanzi."
Well, from now on, the train team will not only deliver food, but also become handicraft masters. They will poke the little dumplings every day and try to fill up Cheng Che's storage cabinet.
"That's great, white noise hypnosis." Cheng Che stood up and staggered out the door, his voice full of fatigue, "By the way, did you see Sangbo today?"
I don’t know whether the trader he left on the spaceship has come back.
"I saw him squatting in the room eating melon seeds." Xing blinked and said hesitantly, "Is this considered white noise?"
Cheng Che: ...
The Riddler and the Comedian are indeed so powerful.
"Okay." Cheng Che nodded, turned and left.
Bronya looked at Cheng Che's back, and after a while she turned to look at Xing, "Why do I always feel that Cheng Che is a little weird..."
"Well..." Xing was used to it. He pressed Bronya's shoulders and sat back in the chair with a calm face. "Understand, he is just a 19-year-old child!"
Bronya:......
Who isn't a kid anymore?!
Chapter 263 Why are you here?
The dome was high, and the girl stood up from the chair behind her desk, looking seriously at the woman who appeared in front of her, and said in a steady voice, "Ms. Toppa, Yalilo No. 6 has prepared the credit points. You should find a few colleagues to come and calculate it."
As she spoke, Bronya raised her hand slightly.
On the side, Jeppard and Pera looked at each other, picked up two wooden boxes and placed them on the table.
The wooden box was filled with black cards, and there was nothing on the cards. It seemed that only the deep color brought a sense of mystery.
Hearing this, Topa's eyelids twitched.
She looked at the two small boxes in front of her with calm eyes, and a sense of absurdity gradually emerged in her mind.
Before coming to Yalilo VI, she conducted a detailed investigation and found that the planet could not afford such a heavy debt, let alone repaying the money, it could not even pay the interest.
but now……
Countless credit points appeared in front of her, which made Topa feel a little frightened.
Who is helping Yalilo Six?
After a while, Topa pursed his lips slightly, and the message he received last night suddenly appeared in his mind.
A vault was robbed, and now Yalilo Six has paid off all the debts, but...
It is a little difficult for Yalilo No. 6 to even break out of the snowfield. Does it really have enough strength to rob the vault?
"Okay." Topa smiled, seeming relieved. "I was originally thinking about how to persuade Miss Great Guardian to agree to my contract, but now it seems that I underestimated her."
This is good, the entire planet doesn't have to sign an indenture.
At this point, Topa paused slightly, raised his eyebrows and looked at the people in front of him, and said with a smile, "But I want to ask you one thing."
"Hmm?" The gray-haired girl came out from the side, holding a takeaway bag in her arms and putting it on the table, "You haven't paid yet?"
"You're here." Bronya smiled gently, patted Xing's hand, then looked at Toppa and said in a gentle voice, "What do you want to know, Ms. Toppa?"
As soon as the words fell, everyone in the room focused their attention on Topa.