Chapter 846 The God of Wealth and His Beautiful, Strong and Miserable Contestants (1)
The God of Wealth and His Beautiful, Strong and Miserable Contestants (XI)
Song Ning went to Fuling Pavilion for dinner wearing the Robot team uniform.
It's funny to say, it was almost nine o'clock in the evening, but at least half of these people were wearing sunglasses, and the manager who came to greet them was also very polite and didn't show any sign of abnormality.
Manager He and Robot were beside Song Ning, one in front and one behind. Manager He was attentive and quickly asked about Song Ning's taste.
Song Ning prefers sweet food, but cannot tolerate spicy or numb food.
"so be it."
After Manager He ordered the dishes, he was delighted to see everyone standing at the door of the box.
"Why are you standing here? Come in and sit down. Aren't you afraid that people will mistake you for a giant panda?"
Everyone was hesitant, and it was Lance who gently pushed Song Ning with his palm first.
"Boss, please go in first. I want to thank you for having this meal today."
A group of people immediately showed an expression of "yes, yes", and Song Ning walked in first.
The manager standing nearby took a look in surprise, and saw that Lance's tall figure covered most of him, and he could only vaguely see that he was wearing an SXT team jacket.
He recalled and found that he only remembered the SXT uniforms and puffy eyes, and the youthful vigor. Where were the middle-aged people?
The most mature-looking person in that group is probably Robot himself. Besides him, there is only Manager He. I haven’t heard that Manager He is so capable?
When they sat down, everyone naturally avoided the seat next to Song Ning. Except for Lance who sat down with Song Ning at the beginning, no one else dared to get close to them.
In the end, Manager He sat next to Song Ning with a helpless smile. In fact, he was not much older than this group of people. Was he used to sitting with someone of the boss's status?
That wasn't the case actually. He was just an ordinary team manager in his twenties. It would be stressful no matter which boss he sat with. However, Manager He just worried for a while and then sat down.
There's nothing he can do about it. Compared to the other players in the team who are usually in their teens or early twenties, he is indeed the most experienced one.
Song Ning only glanced at Manager He, who had a strange expression on his face, and then focused his attention on Robot sitting next to him.
Robot was sitting a bit taller than him, with his long legs and back straight. The team members were talking to him, with his head tilted and his brows indifferent, but Song Ning felt that Robot was listening patiently.
Shi Gui was sighing: "I haven't been here for a long time. The last time I came was when we won the championship, right?"
When he mentioned the word "winning", he couldn't help but feel sad and asked Robot in a low voice.
"Are you really like this on the alliance side? To be honest, I'm a little unwilling to accept this."
After all, they are champions. They, the e-sports players, join the major teams to play in the competition just to win the championship. Losing a championship is really a very difficult thing for them to accept.
Especially Robot. Shi Gui has been feeling sorry for Robot in his dreams recently - he was on the verge of victory, but was poisoned by the substitute on the team and not only did he lose the championship, he almost ruined his entire career.
Shi Gui almost got into his dreams recently, and he has been suffering from insomnia.
Lance's expression remained indifferent, and there was no reluctance in his tone, but the words he said scared the stone ghost.
"How is that possible? If I really wanted to let it go, I wouldn't have chosen to call the police directly."
In other words, the original Shell might not have had so many ideas, but everything changed from the moment he came over.
Song Ning's ears twitched slightly. Robot was going to continue investigating the previous incident?
He picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip, thinking to himself.
Yes, after all, it was a championship. Besides, everyone said at the time that Robot could win another FMVP skin with this championship. The reputation and real benefits were there, so it was naturally impossible for him to give in easily.
So what can he do for Robot?
Song Ning thought about it and took another sip of tea.
"Um, boss?"
The little fat boy stared at Song Ning with wide eyes, as if saying, "I have something to say but I don't know whether I should say it or not."
Song Ning saw that he was being too majestic.
This is Robot's apprentice. Song Ning didn't want to leave a bad impression on him, so he tried to put on a harmonious and friendly smile and asked, "What's wrong? Do you have something to ask me?"
The little fat man looked at him hesitantly, then looked at the cup in his hand hesitantly, then looked at his master hesitantly.
His master's expression remained the same, as if he was facing a catastrophe. The fat boy didn't know what his master was thinking, so he could only lower his voice and make a small statement.
"Boss, the cup you just took was used by my master."
The smile that Song Ning had just put on fell apart.
He looked down at the cup in his hand in disbelief, and then found that there was indeed a full teacup in front of him, but there was no cup in front of Robot.
So he really did accidentally take Robot's cup? And drank the whole thing from his mouth?
"What's wrong? What are you two talking about with those expressions?"
Robot, who was chatting with the stone ghost, seemed to have just noticed something unusual here, turned around and asked softly.
The little fat man subconsciously confessed: "No, I just told the boss..."
The fat boy's leg was kicked under the table. He turned around and saw his new boss's murderous and threatening eyes, "Ah..."
Should he tell the truth?
Without waiting for his answer, Lance withdrew his gaze and saw a dish of crispy roast duck being served. He picked up the chopsticks and casually picked up a duck leg and put it into Song Ning's bowl.
"It's good that you two can chat, but boss, don't forget to eat. Eat more."
Song Ning held the bowl and whispered thanks. Lance glanced at the two teacups sitting on the table, one on the left and one on the right, and a smile flashed across his eyes.
Manager He suddenly looked over and said, "By the way, Boss, it's quite late after dinner. Where do you live? Can I find someone who hasn't drunk alcohol to drive you home?"
Song Ning was about to nod when he suddenly remembered the shabby place he was still living in. He subconsciously glanced at Robot. For some reason, he didn't want Robot to know that he was still living in a place that didn't sound like a place for rich people.
Song Ning thought for a moment and said cautiously.
"No need to go to all that trouble. I think everyone wants to have a drink and eat something good."
Manager He smiled and said, "It's okay. There are also people who don't like to drink. Many of them like to drink soda. They are still children."
After all, they are all playing e-sports, how old can they be?
Song Ning choked and couldn't think of any other excuse for a moment.
At this time, two more pieces of ribs fell into his bowl. Robot interrupted them with a calm voice, "Why bother? It's so late, why not let the boss rest at the base for a night? The base is so big anyway."