“Okay.” Cheng Che responded, lowered his head, took off his glasses and rubbed his face, then put on his glasses again and looked at the people in front of him, “Want the management rights or profits of Pinocchio? No problem, go talk to the family. This is not my territory. Even if it is my territory, I will not cede it in exchange for peace.”

Gold Dust: …

It’s better not to give this face.

“The family asked us to meet you.” Shajin spread his hands and counted carefully, “Before you, we have already met the family, Miss Hanabi and Mr. Zanbo from the tavern, and even Mr. Giovanni, as well as the Underworld Duke Afrit who was in and out of Liumeng Reef that day. However, General Jingyuan did not meet him. When we met on the train, he looked very sleepy, and it made us feel a little guilty to talk to him.”

At this point, Shajin’s tone became meaningful, “But everyone we met said… let them come to you to communicate.”

Cheng Che thought for a moment, then suddenly raised his eyes, “Why? Are you planning to reach a consensus with them first so that you can deal with me together?”

Why does it sound familiar? I seem to have seen this method at home.

For example, secretly joining forces with his brothers and sisters to deal with his father.

Shajin pursed his lips, “You know what’s going on.”

“Oh.” Cheng Che thought for a moment, then asked again: “Are we really not dividing up the defeated countries now? Or…dividing up the colonies that we saved?”

Shajin’s eyes flickered. “How about helping the newly independent colonial regime rebuild?”

Cheng Che: …

I want to slap the company in the face.

“You wish.” Cheng Che said with a little disdain in his eyes, “You are indeed a capitalist.”

One by one, they all sound nice, but in fact, they are all for Pinocchio.

It does seem a bit pitiful when you think about it, like a small piece of cake destined to be divided up at a birthday party.

“Then the indenture…” Shajin said, and suddenly raised his hand and slapped his mouth, “Wrong, mascot, do you want to be a mascot?”

Cheng Che had a blank expression on his face. “I’ll say it again, I’m a rich second-generation with brains!”

Take him for a fool?!

slander!

This is slander!

Chapter 779 Am I not being reasonable?

“boom–“

There was a loud noise, startling the origami birds in every corner and causing them to shake their wings.

Cheng Che threw a huge sack on the round table in front of him and looked at the people sitting around him with a cold face, “Look!”

As soon as the words were spoken, the family survivors who were in a meeting were all startled.

A few of them secretly glanced at Cheng Che’s T-shirt and the strong muscles revealed by his cuffs, and hurriedly opened the sack in front of them. They lowered their heads to observe seriously, and at the same time, they used some peripheral vision to observe Cheng Che’s movements.

Behind the young man were company representatives and Xianzhou representatives who were called over to discuss the future of Pinocchio, and even a not-so-serious tavern representative.

Cheng Che swept his cold eyes over everyone in front of him. After a while, he found a sofa in the corner and sat down. He leaned his head against the wall and closed his eyes.

“Who is this?”

“The bird on the Star Train!”

“What bird! It’s Master Cheng Che!”

“Oh, then why did you return these things?”

“They took our territory and made us work for free?! We can’t live like this for a day!”

“Then go.”

“Forget it, I can still get by.”

Amidst all the whispers, Sha Jin glanced at everyone with a smile, then sat down next to Cheng Che and said, “Let’s chat for a while. I just said something about selling my body, you don’t need to react so strongly, right?”

He turned around and left, picked up the pile of official documents on the train, and after rescuing Luofu’s general and Taibu, he turned and went straight to Chaolu Mansion, where he caught a group of family members who were holding a secret meeting.

Cheng Che didn’t say anything, and Sha Jin couldn’t help but be stunned.

He turned his head to look at the general who was sitting on the other side of him and had fallen asleep with his chin resting on his arm and holding the cat, then turned his head blankly to look at Cheng Che.

After hesitating for a moment, Sha Jin poked Cheng Che again, but got no response.

After thinking for a while, Sakin relaxed his back and leaned back on the sofa, supporting his head with two pillows in his arms, squinting at Hanabi who was playing with her hairless twin ponytails, “Friend, can I trust you?”

Hanabi was startled, she looked up at Sakin, and couldn’t help but point a finger at herself, “You… are asking me?”

Are you serious?

This was the first time she heard someone say such things even though they knew the character of the people they were.

If you understand a little bit, this kind of thought will not arise.

Shajin thought for a moment and nodded silently, “I understand.”

As he spoke, Sha Jin tilted his head and fell asleep right after his two companions.

Let’s talk about whether you can believe it first. It would be a shame if I don’t take a nap now.

Just before he fell asleep, Sha Jin finally understood why Cheng Che and Jing Yuan fell asleep so quickly.

There was no other reason, it was just that there was a group of people next to me quietly turning the pages of books. The subtle sound of the paper rubbing against each other seemed particularly hypnotic when I calmed down and listened carefully.

As for whether I can fall asleep in my dream…

I don’t know, but the atmosphere is good enough for sleeping. It would be a shame if I didn’t sleep and so many people are working secretly!

Hua Huo looked at the people in front of him, then silently turned to look at the guide who was accompanying them, “Are you sleepy, little singing bird?”

Robin: …

Wait a minute, the previous nickname can be deleted.

“Not sleepy.” Robin smiled gently, looked at Hanabi and shook his head, “Are you sleepy, Miss Hanabi? I can stay here and watch over you. Don’t worry, there will be no danger.”

“I wish there was some danger…” Hanabi muttered, took out a mask and put it on her face, then looked at Robin excitedly and asked, “Does it look good?”

The robin tilted his head and looked at the crying mask with a confused look, and then he said carefully, “It looks good. It has a kind of… joyful aesthetic.”

Crying is quite fun and makes people want to laugh.

“Really?” Hanabi’s eyes lit up and she looked at the robin with ill intent.

Hey, have fun!

Before Huahuo could think of anything, the young man who had just fallen asleep suddenly sat up straight.

Hanabi turned around blankly and frowned, “What’s the matter? Isn’t it fun to listen to others working while you sleep?”

Cheng Che rubbed his head, then hooked his legs and touched them, with a calm expression on his face, “I dreamed that I stepped on air. Maybe I’m still growing.”

Hanabi: …

How old are you and still growing?!

and……

Isn’t it a bit too much to say that I have grown taller in front of her?

Hua Huo puffed up her cheeks and looked at Cheng Che. After staring for a long time without getting a response, she couldn’t help but sigh in frustration, “Can’t you just show me how much fun you have?”

“You can see it in your dream.” Cheng Che answered casually. He found a wet tissue to wipe his hands and tidied up his messy hair. Then he moved his small sofa to the side of the round table.

Cheng Che crossed his arms and rested his chin on them, looking at the family members around the round table who were working hard and trying not to be asked questions or picked on.

This is much more realistic than pretending to read seriously before the teacher asks a question.

“Come on, everyone, listen to me.”

Cheng Che raised his hand and knocked on the table. He turned around and kicked Shajin and Jingyuan’s feet. “I’m going to start solving the problem that Pinocchio is facing now.”

Hearing this, the family members around the round table looked up and stared at Cheng Che with expectant and worried eyes.

Cheng Che had no expression on his face. He waited for Sha Jin to look up and Jing Yuan to wake up before continuing, “During the time when the Order Remnants were causing trouble, few people in the family noticed. The ones who contributed were the Star Train, the Star Core Hunter, the Interstellar Peace Company, the Immortal Boat Luofu, the Sea Patrol Ranger, and even the Masked Fool and the Void Family.”

The eyes of the family members flickered, and they looked at Cheng Che with extremely complicated expressions.

What you said is quite true, but it is a bit embarrassing.

The family… can’t be… so incompetent, right?

At the side, Sha Jin propped up his chin and smiled, “Are you going to reward me for my contributions? I’ll sign up first. I even risked my life to disrupt the actions of the remnants of the Order.”

“Wait a moment.” Cheng Che glanced at Shajin, then looked at the family members. “Let me talk about me first. I am the Nameless Guest, the Star Core Hunter, the temporary mascot of the company, General Luofu, the Masked Fool, and many other envoys. Your family should first discuss my appearance fee and the cost of my help, and then calculate the mental compensation for my imprisonment by your Star God. Oh, and personal injury.”

Cheng Che fished in his pocket and pulled out a long piece of paper and a photo of himself being stabbed. “You need to compensate me for the clothes I scrapped at Pinocchio, and the medical expenses.”

Robin looked at Cheng Che in silence, and after a long while he hesitated and said, “You…you plan to…take it all?”

No way out for the family at all?

Cheng Che looked at the robin in surprise and retorted righteously, “How could that be? Am I not speaking reasonably? If I were to take full advantage of it, I would have won a great victory by now.”

Robin: …

Robin looked at the bulging blood vessels on Cheng Che’s arm, and after a moment of silence, he nodded, “Okay… let’s… let’s be reasonable…”

Chapter 780 Is it too much?

A man in light brown clothes walked into the house, accompanied by the familiar train crew.

As soon as they entered the room, everyone’s eyes were focused on a man sitting on a low sofa.

The other person was holding a thin pen and mumbling something.

“How much is the appearance fee, sir?”

Cheng Che held a soft-tipped pen in his hand and wrote on the paper. He then looked up at the family spokesperson in disbelief, “One? Just one percent of the shares? My father wasn’t so stingy even when I was celebrating my birthday! Say it again?”

Across the round table, the spokesman, Old Odi, looked embarrassed.

Less?

These are Pinocchio’s shares!

With such a large area, one percent would be enough for the kid in front of me to eat for a year!