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Cheng Che: ...
Gold Dust: ...
The two looked at each other and noticed a hint of confusion in each other's eyes.
On the side, Sambo said with a speechless look in his eyes, "Yeah, so what are they betting on?"
I'm betting on you and me, why are you betting?
"Bet..." Cheng Che was confused for a moment, shaking the chips in his hand, "Can't you guess?"
Topa shook his head, holding the pet in his arms with an innocent look, "It has nothing to do with me anyway, and... I was just busy eating."
Cheng Che's eyes moved to Sang Bo's face again, "You can't guess it either? Are you a little idiot?"
"Stop cursing, stop cursing." Sangbo sighed heavily, shaking his wine glass with despair, "I was just imagining what a comedian and a profiteer who almost became a comedian could do to Hanabi, and my brain wasn't working."
Cheng Che: ...
Cheng Che nodded thoughtfully, "We are betting... If I don't mess with him, whether he can catch me in Pinocchio will be Phoenix's evidence. If he wins, I will be his little pendant, and if he loses, I will be his wallet."
Topa rested his chin on Zhang Zhang and looked at the two people in front of him with curiosity. "Did the few words you two just said really contain so much information?"
At this point, Topa paused, "Also, Phoenix and Cheng Che..."
Topa fell silent.
Topa thought about the huge debt he had collected, then the news about the diamond vault being robbed, and finally the news about the car wash being flooded. He couldn't help but look at Cheng Che with resentment in his eyes, "You hid it from me so badly."
"Did I say anything?" Cheng Che spread his hands with an innocent look on his face, completely denying his true identity. "I'm just a little crow who has no money and performs everywhere to earn a living."
Topa's eyes instantly turned speechless. He held the account and looked at Cheng Che, then at the gold. After a long while, he curled his lips and said, "You can't sell me."
Gold Dust smiled and said, "How come?"
Topa rolled his eyes, "Who knows."
One by one, they gambled based on their intuition and guesswork, with only a few clues in their hands but no evidence at all. They are so rampant.
"Now that I think about it, I feel really bad. My brother said that little peacocks only dance by shaking their tails when courting a mate." Cheng Che sighed softly, leaning against a stone beside him with his eyes narrowed while holding his wine glass. "I danced, but unfortunately it wasn't for a little girl."
"Be open-minded and don't fantasize about things you don't have." Sambo tilted his head and yawned, leaning lazily, "But it's okay, you can still get a small wallet."
"Hey, do you really believe that Cheng Che can cheat Sha Jin?" Topa said helplessly, "Although you may be soft-hearted, but let's be reasonable. Sha Jin has both experience and wisdom, so it's hard for him to lose, right?"
Hearing this, Sambo looked at Topa with pity, "Ms. Topa, you don't understand us little crows, let me put it this way..."
Sangbo looked around, supporting the fun-loving man, "If Cheng Che loses, I will drag everyone in the tavern to do a striptease live!"
Topa: ...
Topa blinked and looked at Cheng Che, "I think you might want to lose on purpose."
It is entirely possible that Cheng Che would give in just to watch dancing in the pub.
Sang Bo was startled, and turned to look at Cheng Che with pitiful eyes, "Friend, it doesn't matter if I dance, but you are now considered half a tavern person. If you lose, you will have to dance twice for this little profiteer in front of you."
"Other people can find a wife even if they spread their feathers. You don't even have that and yet you jump twice. What a pity!"
Chapter 573: Just hit me with a brick!
"Uuuuuu——"
"Da da da--"
The sea water from the Scale Abyss Realm piled up on the beach layer after layer. The bonfire that was originally used for grilling skewers had gradually gone out, and the flames were so faint that it seemed like it was barely gasping for air. The group of four people were staggering here and there, with wine bottles and glasses placed casually beside them.
Sambo squinted his eyes and looked at the dark sea, and finally couldn't listen anymore.
He reached out and held Cheng Che's arm, pointing to the trash can beside him, "I'll order, you pick up the trash, you can play and sing by yourself, but I really don't want to listen to this kind of music without lyrics and accompaniment."
Although it's not out of tune and sounds good, it makes my ears uncomfortable after listening to it for a long time.
It’s like a delicious meal, with either only side dishes or only the main course, and they can’t be put together to form a complete meal.
Cheng Che shook his arms and broke free from Sangbo's hand, "I don't want to, but I have a reason. Do you listen?"
"You tell me." Sang Bo turned his head and glared at Cheng Che, "Have you finally come up with a reason to fool me this time?"
"The reason is that I forgot the lyrics." Cheng Che had no expression. He sat on the beach leaning against a rock, feeling the fine sand digging into the gaps between his toes. He just wanted to go back to take a shower and sleep, "And that's..."
Cheng Che raised his hand and placed it in front of Sang Bo, explaining earnestly, "I just drank some wine, and my hands are shaking right now, so I can't play the piano."
Sang Bo narrowed his eyes and put his face close to Cheng Che to observe carefully.
The young man's fair and slender hands did not hang down with force, and his fingertips were trembling abnormally, as if he had no way to control it.
"Are you drunk?" Sang Bo raised his eyes and looked at Cheng Che in confusion: "Although you get drunk after one glass, your brain works well when you are drunk."
He doesn't believe it!
Cheng Che put his hands into his sleeves, grabbed the cuffs and rubbed the texture of the fabric, expressionless, "It's a sequelae of the treatment for an illness when I was a child. It sometimes happens even if I don't drink."
Sambo: ...
He deserves to die.
Sang Bo withdrew his gaze as if nothing had happened, leaned aside and held the bottle of wine, patting Cheng Che comfortingly, "Okay, then... just be happy."
Cheng Che turned his head to look at Sang Bo, incredulous, "Are you comforting me?"
"Huh?" Sambo turned his head, eyes wide, "Is it so obvious?"
Cheng Che took a deep breath and glanced at Sang Bo coldly, "You'd better stop comforting me. This usually happens when my mind is racing. I have all sorts of ideas flashing through my mind at this moment. Be careful or I'll blind you."
Sambo held the bottle of wine and said, "It's unnecessary to comfort you. It's better for me to be a heartless and fun-loving person."
He shouldn't have worried about Cheng Che's mood. This kid has no heart at all, but...
Sambo lowered his eyes and stared at the bottle of wine in his hand. After thinking for a while, he sighed heavily.
It's better to worry about it, because he is afraid that Cheng Che will suddenly have an idea and do something earth-shattering.
If you don't see any fun then throw the little crow in there.
Cheng Che reached out and patted Sangbo's shoulder. He slowly stood up and took out a large bag from his bag. He squatted on the beach and put the disposable tableware and wine bottles into it. "Let's pack up and go back. I should go to bed at this time."
Sangbo lazily lifted his eyelids, "Early to bed and early to rise, are you such an obedient child?"
"Irregular sleep affects mood and hormone secretion. I'm super healthy." Cheng Che responded, extinguished the bonfire in front of him, poured Shanghai water on it, and stuffed it directly into the garbage bag to take away and throw it away, "Aren't you going to help clean up at all?"
Sambo shook his head. "We have no manners. I dare to put a bomb in it, so why would I be afraid of littering? Besides... don't we have you?"
He, old Sambo, also needs to occasionally get rid of his role as a tool!
"You're drunk." Cheng Che looked at Sangbo and said with certainty, then lowered his head to move Sangbo's legs and cleaned up the last bit of garbage. He then stood up and pulled Sangbo up, looking at the two senior executives from the Interstellar Peace Company standing beside him, "Friends, our dinner is over, it's time to go home."
Hearing this, Topa looked up.
She stared at Cheng Che for a long time, and finally nodded, "Okay, but can I go to the train for a meal tomorrow? I'm on vacation these two days, and I was planning to ask you to pick up Ester to play for two days. Our planned vacation trip has been delayed for a long time."
Cheng Che nodded. It didn’t matter how many people came to eat for free. They were all from the trash can anyway. He just needed to spend some time picking up the trash.
Cheng Che watched Topa stand up shakily. After a moment of silence, he stretched out his arm to lend Topa support. Then he looked at a new friend who was still smiling with alcohol in his eyes, "How are you? If you are drunk, I will put you and Sambo into the trash can and take you away. I can't carry two people."
Shajin smiled and shook his head, clapped his hands and stood up, bending down to shake off the sand on his clothes, and then said with a smile: "I had a great time at supper today, thank you."
Cheng Che shrugged, "You're welcome."
"Let's go. Do you need me to help you?" Shajin smiled and looked at Topa with an inquiring look, with a gentle smile in his eyes. "Today's cooperation went smoothly. Thank you."
Topa waved his hand, rubbed his cheek and came back to his senses, "I'm not drunk, don't worry."
As he spoke, Topa smiled and looked at Cheng Che and said softly, "Please give my regards to my friends on the train crew. Of course, I will still go there for dinner tomorrow."
Cheng Che paused, looking at Sang Bo who stood up unsteadily but still refused to let go of the bottle, "Friend, are you willing to go into the trash can and be pushed back by me?"
"You make me sound drunk." Sang Bo narrowed his eyes, shook the empty bottle in his hand, bent down and stuffed the bottle into the garbage bag in Cheng Che's hand, then patted Cheng Che on the shoulder, "How can anyone in our bar be drunk!"
Cheng Che: ...
Cheng Che looked down at the wine bottle that hit his feet and took a deep breath, "I knew I shouldn't have trusted you."
As soon as he finished speaking, Cheng Che reached out and grabbed Sang Bo's shoulder, forcing the drunkard into the trash can, "Why are you drinking alcohol if you haven't broken up?"
"Perhaps it's because I'm a little sad when I think about being forced to go to Pinocchio, a place I don't want to go, and meet someone I don't really want to see." Shajin bent down to pick up the bottle and threw it into the trash bag, then smiled at Cheng Che, "Or maybe it's because this Masked Fool has been acting funny too often recently."
"Oh." Cheng Che responded, pushed the trash can for two steps before stopping and turning to look at the two workers.
After thinking for a moment, Cheng Che held out his hand, "Do you want to visit the train? Inviting new friends to your home should be...ok."
Sha Jin was startled and looked up to meet Cheng Che's gaze.
To agree or not to agree?
Being a guest is fine, but what if Cheng Che suddenly becomes crazy and sells him out? !
"no problem!"
In the trash can, the blue-haired man slapped his thigh and stood up, staggering in the trash can. "What's the problem?! If he refuses... just hit him with a brick!"
Chapter 574 I don’t care, please say it again.
The Starry Sky Train stopped next to the dock of Xianzhou Luofu. There were no staff from the Tianbosi guarding and questioning on both sides of the passage, as if it was a visitor with no safety risks.
Latio finally finished his bedtime reading, and stood in front of the window with his coat on, looking at the scenery outside. The teacup in his hand did not contain strong, refreshing tea, but fruit tea that the conductor had found in the storage room for him to sleep before going to bed.
Pam led the cats around with a small broom, trying to find something to clean up, but in the end they could only wander around the train.
A moment later, the train door made a slight click, and then a trash can was carried onto the train. Behind the familiar nameless guest were two people who were strangers to the train.
Pam looked up and took a closer look. After a while, she lifted the danger alert and continued to observe the ground to see if there were any dirty spots that needed to be cleaned.
"Oh?"
Latio looked back and raised his eyebrows in surprise, "What are you doing..."
These guys got together?
He knew that Cheng Che and Sha Jin's personalities would eventually lead to them meeting and harming each other, but...
So early?
"What a coincidence." Sha Jin smiled with the corners of his mouth curled up, holding the hat in his hand and holding it in front of his chest.