Chapter 890 The God of Wealth and His Beautiful, Strong and Miserable Contestants (55)
The God of Wealth and His Beautiful, Strong and Miserable Contestants (Fifty-Five)
"Are you back? Have you finished filming? How's it going?"
As soon as Manager He returned to the base, he found that there was a person who had disappeared for several days. He came over and looked the person up and down.
Lance nodded and picked up a smaller suitcase next to him and handed it over.
"Do you want me to help you get it up there?"
Manager He took it subconsciously. Lance looked back at him strangely, carrying another large suitcase.
Manager He: “?”
So you don't want to help?
Lance held his forehead with his hand. "Didn't everyone in the group ask me to bring some local specialties? I just brought some and I'll share them with everyone."
Manager He finally reacted and was about to say that there was no need to indulge those guys, but when he looked up, Robot had disappeared.
When did Robot secretly evolve into Sprinter without telling them?
When Song Ning received Robot's message and came to the base, he saw two people in strange costumes chasing all the way out of the base. Their movements and expressions looked very suspicious.
He kept looking back, trying hard to make out what was happening.
"What's that weird thing you're wearing? It looks weird... oops, excuse me."
Song Ning felt his forehead hit firm flesh. He apologized and looked up, only to see the person who had invited him standing in front of him.
Lance was a little helpless, and reached out to look at Song Ning's forehead, "Why don't you look at the road? What is so interesting that attracted the attention of our young boss, huh?"
When Song Ning saw someone he hadn't seen for several days, he actually became a little nervous.
The man who was slightly shorter than Lance had a new, neat short haircut. The bangs no longer covered his eyes and flew upwards, revealing the young boy's face, which still looked a little immature and green.
I saw that his eyes were evasive, his cheeks were slightly red, and he was hesitant when he spoke.
"No, no, long time no see. How have you been lately?"
After asking, Song Ning quickly changed the subject, "Haha, actually I just saw two people wearing strange clothes running out of the base. Could they be suspicious people..."
Lance: "Oh, it's Will and the others. I brought back their special costumes from abroad."
Song Ning stopped talking.
Lance stared at the whorl of hair on top of his head for a moment and chuckled.
"I also brought some local specialties for the young boss. Come with me and get them?"
When Song Ning heard this, he immediately followed him obediently.
Lance lived a little closer to everyone else and it was quieter. Song Ning followed him all the way but didn't run into any other players in the base.
However, the group of kids from the youth training group were in training, each one had a louder voice than the other, and their fighting situation could be heard through two floors. They were really full of energy.
Song Ning looked at Robot's back and thought, it turned out that the youth training group was so noisy during training. Would that affect the normal training and rest of the starting players?
Or maybe he could try harder and build a separate area for the youth training center?
"Need not."
The sound of the door opening and the Robot's voice rang out at the same time, and Song Ning looked up in confusion.
Lance smiled, "I mean, there's no need to build a new place for the youth training just for us. Their noise creates a good atmosphere, and everyone's rest time is basically the same. They know to be quiet at night, don't worry, they won't really disturb our rest."
He was afraid that Song Ning would not believe him, so he provided another strong piece of evidence.
"If they make too much noise, Manager He or the coaching staff will come and give them a beating."
Song Ning believed it and felt relieved.
"That's good."
He was just calculating it. The money left from his previous sudden wealth was not much. After all, the team still had a lot of subsequent expenses.
For example, he planned to find some medical resources for the team, and the extremely capable and somewhat all-round lawyer Bai, which Song Ning felt was indispensable.
"Okay, here, presents."
Lance opened the suitcase, took out a beautifully packaged small box, and put it in Song Ning's hand.
"Why is it still wrapped?"
Song Ning took the small box and couldn't help but shake it gently. It was so quiet that he couldn't tell what was inside.
Lance raised an eyebrow, "You don't like surprises and prefer to get straight to the point? Then I won't pack it next time."
He searched the tidy tabletop and handed over a utility knife.
"It's the same if we just open it now, see if you like it?"
Song Ning said, "That's embarrassing," but nothing could be seen from his hands. He opened the gift box very neatly.
Inside was a rather delicate little cup, a ceramic cup.
Song Ning picked up the cup and looked at it carefully. The handle of the cup fit perfectly. There was a desert-like pattern on the cup, which was very artistic and beautiful.
After playing with the cup with his fingers for a while, Song Ning felt the uneven texture of the bottom of the cup. He turned the cup over to reveal a line of words underneath.
"What does it say?"
Song Ning couldn't understand it. It looked like some foreign language.
Lance opened the suitcase and placed it on the clean and tidy floor, and was taking out the luggage and putting it back in the appropriate place.
Hearing this, he half-knelt and looked over, revealing his angular and handsome profile. "Hmm? It's a blessing, written in the local language. How is it? Is it readable?"
Words of blessing?
Get rich overnight? Or good health and everything goes well? Congratulations on getting rich?
Song Ning guessed several words in his mind and wanted to ask directly what Robot was, but Robot had already turned back to concentrate on packing his luggage.
Song Ning stared at the figure and couldn't help but quietly take out his cell phone.
Click, a picture full of artistic conception and art, like an old movie, was frozen on Song Ning's screen.
He quickly put away his phone with a guilty conscience and began to praise the cup for its beauty with a guilty conscience.
The person on the other end of the line talked to him from time to time while packing his things. Although some of the sentences were short, he made sure to respond to every word.
Song Ning didn't notice it, he held the cup in his hands and didn't dislike it because it didn't look expensive. Instead, he liked it more and more the more he looked at it.
Several times he even planned to use his mobile phone to search for the blessing on the cup, but Robot always tilted his head, and he felt uneasy and never dared to take it out.
Wait until you get home to watch it.
"Okay, we're done cleaning up."
The person who was half-squatting beside the bed stood up and moved towards Song Ning with his tall figure.
"By the way, I'm back home and have some free time now. When will the boss go live? Please help me rank higher."
Song Ning held the cup in his hand with a dazed look on his face as he stared at the handsome face of the boy in front of him who was a head taller than him. The boy was looking at him with his eyebrows slightly tilted, and he was stunned.
No? Will he be strengthened as soon as he comes back?