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If it really turns into a violent robbery, I won't be qualified to talk. By then, the gold dust...
Squatting in the square and crying.
……
"what are you doing?"
Latio walked out of the sand table and was about to give some instructions to Sha Jin when he saw Cheng Che still squatting beside the sand table, seemingly trying to pick the small door off.
"Want to play with it?"
Cheng Che calmly held a small knife in his hand and carefully dismantled the round arch. "I don't know if it will still be useful after I dismantle it, but even if it is useless, I still have to study it. I really want a door like this. In the future, I don't have to poke the little dumplings anymore. I can just stuff whoever I want into it and make them smaller."
Latio: ...
It's a pity that such a big idea is not put into academic research.
"A person who takes things without asking is a thief." Latio's calm gaze fell on Cheng Che, as if with a hint of persuasion.
Cheng Che waved his hand, "Why didn't I ask? I did ask."
"When did you ask?" Sha Jin tilted his head.
Cheng Che thought for a moment, "Just now, I asked in my heart, and Sunday happily agreed to my request. I decided to accept this gift."
Sha Jin's eyelids twitched and the expression on his face instantly became complicated.
Others call him a strange gold dust. His methods are beyond common sense and endless, but...
Cheng Che has no logic!
This person is really a good candidate for a company employee, but he doesn't respect the leader very much and is easily usurped.
Shajin sighed softly, watching Cheng Che dismantle the archway and stuff it into his backpack. He couldn't help but ask, "What's in your bag? It feels like you have everything in your backpack?"
Hearing this, Cheng Che was slightly stunned.
He touched the backpack he always carried with him and recalled, "A tool kit, a snack box, a nut box, a candy box, a thermos cup, two small bags of tea, a garbage bag, paper towels, wet wipes, two pairs of underwear, a vest, a small rubber band, a cowhide book with ID and cards, a medicine box, two short knives that Ren gave me, a short sword that Yanqing bought for me, and the rest... I just stuffed whatever I remembered before I left."
Gold Dust: ...
Shajin's eyelids twitched, "Why are you stuffing underwear into your bag?"
Cheng Che frowned instantly. He didn't drink but still tried to frown. He looked at Sha Jin in disbelief. "You don't bring underwear when you go out for a trip? Can you just buy it and wear it without washing it?"
Shajin took a deep breath and almost choked to death. "But you have a hotel room. You are staying in a hotel. Do you still need to carry luggage with you when you go to visit tourist attractions?"
Cheng Che: ...
Cheng Che's eyes were blank, and he seemed a little disgusted. "Pinocone's memory is messy. Who knows where I'm going back to?"
Besides, he was still wandering in his memory. If he didn't bring it with him, would he go to the gold sand room to steal it?
How immoral that is!
Shajin rubbed his forehead and looked at Latio helplessly, "Professor, what did you want to say just now?"
"Are you done talking?" Latio snorted, his eyes sweeping over the two people in front of him, "We are already forty-seven minutes and twenty-eight seconds late."
Cheng Che waved his hand, "It doesn't matter. He specially arranged the Hongmen Feast for Sha Jin. Is he afraid of being late? Now it's not that Sha Jin insists on seeing him, but he has to wait for Sha Jin to keep the appointment."
Shajin nodded, then turned to look at Cheng Che, "So he left you outside? He wanted you to stand on the same side as me?"
"It's not something as complicated as standing, right?" Cheng Che put his bag on his back, put his hands on Latio and Shajin's shoulders, and pushed the two friends forward. "I followed him all the way. He couldn't get rid of me, but at the same time he couldn't trust me, so he put me and you together, leaving me with no third choice. I can only follow you in and choose between you and him."
Shajin tilted his head slightly and looked at Cheng Che's profile. "Who do you choose?"
"Hmm?" Cheng Che turned around, looked at the gold dust, then turned back and pushed the door open with his toes, "I chose you. You still owe me a star destroyer."
Chapter 692: Who doesn’t have two backers?
In front of the door of the meeting room, Sha Jin adjusted the watch and jewelry on her wrist and spoke with a chuckle.
"I will use the death of the robin as a bargaining chip to win back my freedom and power. Finally, I will overturn this beautiful dream and usher in a grand death."
As he spoke, a smile appeared on Shajin's face, and he pressed his palm against the door in front of him.
Cheng Che's eyelids jumped, and he raised his hand to press Sha Jin's palm, "The death of the robin?"
"Yes." Sha Jin smiled with his eyes bent, tilting his head towards Cheng Che, "My friend, as my little backer, you can't fall down."
Cheng Che looked at Sha Jin deeply, let go of his hand and stood behind Sha Jin.
Oh, it seems that Sha Jin also knows that death is fake, but he lacks a little certainty.
Then don't worry, just take a guess at what Sunday is thinking.
"For me, even if the chance of triumph approaches zero, I will not hesitate." Shajin showed a gentle smile and said softly: "My friend, you understand me because you are exactly the same as me."
The door opened and Sha Jin walked in, followed by Latio and Cheng Che.
Cheng Che lowered his voice and whispered behind Sha Jin, "Oh, that's not quite the same."
Sha Jin's eyelids twitched, but he walked slowly into the door without answering or asking any further questions.
"Damn gambler, are you so sure you can win?"
Latio's voice was cold and calm, his brows furrowed.
Hearing this, Sha Jin's smile widened.
He stopped and looked at the man standing in the distance with his back to him, chuckled and said, "Three chips are enough, everything, or nothing."
He raised his chin and looked behind Sunday, "Hello again, Mr. Sunday."
The wings were drooping so low that they were almost blending with his hair. The man had his back to the crowd and looked up slightly at the decorations on the wall in front of him. Behind his white suit were two pairs of metallic wings, one above and one below.
"It seems that the puzzle I set is a little easy for you, Mr. Envoy." Sunday turned around with an impeccable smile on his face, gentle and elegant.
Shajin smiled and raised his hand. "It's just that this doesn't seem like something someone who sincerely invites someone would do. The professor has used up a lot of brain cells along the way."
As he spoke, Sha Jin turned his body sideways and raised his hand as if to introduce.
After seeing it clearly, Sha Jin's eyelids twitched suddenly and he could hardly keep the smile on his face.
A royal blue tablecloth was laid across the huge white round table, but there was no distinction between high and low. It looked like a whole family gathered together without any distinction of high or low.
At this time, the two companions he brought with him had already found chairs and sat down. One of them, the company consultant, rested his chin on his hand and watched the confrontation between himself and Sunday. The other one held a thermos cup and bit the straw, his eyes sparkling as if he was watching a movie.
Shajin's eyelids twitched slightly, and he turned his head to look at Sunday calmly, "Mr. Sunday actually made an appointment to meet me and this star core hunter together. He is indeed bold and careful."
"I have received a letter from the company, which states that Mr. Phoenix Cheng Che is an envoy from the noble Amber King. He practices the will of preservation and protection, and his thoughts are as clear and transparent as amber. He is now a member of the Interstellar Peace Company."
Zhou Ri chuckled, glanced at Cheng Che and then looked at Sha Jin, "It seems that this is your superior?"
Gold Dust: ...
Shajin looked at Cheng Che in silence, then withdrew his gaze and spoke calmly, "So what? I dare to act so recklessly because I have a superior. After all... who doesn't have two backers?"
Finally, Sha Jin finally had someone to back him up.
Although only temporarily.
But... what about Cheng Che's grade? Why didn't he tell him Cheng Che's grade?
If the salary is too low, it will be embarrassing, but if the salary is too high, it will be hard to get the diamonds. So... it's just an empty position?
Gold Dust collected his thoughts and looked up at Sunday, "So you're leaving him with me? Does this mean our positions are determined?"
"Of course." Sunday kept smiling, but his kind eyes turned sharp at this moment.
He looked at the gold dust and said softly, "So this meeting is not an invitation, but a summons."
"Meeting people you shouldn't meet, appearing at places you shouldn't be, and witnessing tragedies that shouldn't happen. Such people deserve a summons. Of course, there are some necessary tests before the summons."
Shajin nodded and walked around to sit next to Cheng Che. "Oh, is that so? A tragedy that shouldn't have happened? Are you referring to the death of Miss Robin?"
Having said that, Sha Jin raised his eyes and carefully observed Zhou Ri's expression.
Sunday didn't say anything, but just stared at the gold sand with deep eyes.
"If this is what makes you anxious, then don't doubt it. I stand by you. Everyone here is your friend." Shajin smiled gently, and his eyes looked particularly beautiful. "I believe you know very well that wanting to kill Miss Mockingbird on the family's territory is definitely an internal family problem, right?"
Sunday lowered his eyes, "You made the accusation against the family, and then what? Speak your mind."
"I want freedom and power. Oh, and my money." Shajin smiled, raised his hand to support his chin and looked at Zhou Ri with a smile. "You are the head of the family, the boss, and the most handsome man in Pinocchio. You can't pretend that my sister is in trouble and hunt for the murderer in Pinocchio, right?"
"I am Shajin, and I am willing to serve you."
At this point, Shajin sighed softly and raised his chin helplessly towards the person beside him, "You don't know how hard it has been for me during this period. My boss is penniless, and as a subordinate I can't take him to the Dusk Auction House to relax. I don't even have money to buy a bottle of Suleda. I'm really ashamed to see people."
Cheng Che: ...
Such a big pot is just thrown on him?
If you don’t know him, you might think he’s some kind of money-making goblin!
Cheng Che glanced at Zhou Ri and then at Sha Jin, then nodded and whispered, "You owe me a star destroyer."
"Got it. Don't repeat it." Shajin couldn't help laughing, and then he turned to Sunday and sighed, "You see, right? I'm being chased for debts. You can't find a better partner, so you have to pay me a little, right?"
"The most important thing is the box?" Sunday was silent for a long time, then he looked up at the gold dust, "There is a cornerstone in it, which is the holy stone that seals the power of the Protector. It seems that the liquidation experts all have one?"
Under Shajin's smiling gaze, Sunday raised his head and showed a gentle smile, but said a firm refusal, "Excuse me for rejecting this proposal, the cornerstone must be kept by the family."
As soon as the words fell, Sha Jin's heart moved slightly.
He threw the chips in his hand high up, caught them with his fingertips, and then threw them to Cheng Che with a meaningful smile on his face, "Is that so."
Can Chapter 693 be withdrawn?
Listening to the probing exchanges between Zhou Ri and Sha Jin, Cheng Che lowered his eyes and shook the chip that Sha Jin handed over.
He shook his hand from his left hand to his right hand, and finally raised it to touch Agu's head.
Unwilling to return the cornerstone?
Does that mean Sunday didn't know that Sha Jin had the amber he gave him?
From this, it can be inferred that Sunday seemed unable to monitor his behavior, and further back...
He seemed to have asked Agu to help him isolate himself from surveillance. At that time, Agu said that he was blind and deaf, so... the person behind the scenes would not be able to monitor his actions?
There is a hand behind Sunday, and this hand cannot control Cheng Che. So it can be inferred that the person who pulled him into his memory may be hidden deeper and more powerful than this hand.