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After all, if you want Zhong Li, it is really difficult for such a guy who was in charge of printing money to have any concept of money. Such a person cares more about the value of things themselves, and money is difficult to quantify.

"It's my fault, I made everyone laugh."

After pulling Yixian into the connection, and explaining the current situation to her, Yixian calmed down and said apologetically, "Please ask Ms. Qianhua where you are."

"No. 88, Fengming Road South Street, Wangjiang Pavilion."

"..."

After receiving the news, Yixian's eyes became weird for a moment.

"Can you find that?"

"Ah, nothing, just a little accident."

Yixian shook his head, and added: "Mr. Zhongli has a good vision."

"Then leave, I have also notified Ashes and Faded."

Otto noticed that Yixian's condition was still not very good, and the fire-proof girl was still in Yuyu, so he answered instead of Yixian.

"Would you mind sharing a table?"

"Of course I don't mind."

Seeing that many people were coming, Chika Fujiwara smiled happily.

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"arrive."

A group of people got out of the car and came to an alley with an ancient Donghuang style.

"Tsk tsk tsk, Mr. Zhongli will still find a place to eat as usual."

Walking along the stone steps with a sense of age, a signboard that looks like the work of a famous teacher hangs on the door beam. The faded person looks at the stylish decoration inside, and can't help but sigh with Zhongli's gaze.

"Hi sir, do you have an appointment?"

Otto, dressed in casual clothes, came to the door, and there came a waitress in a cheongsam with bright eyes.

"We're here to find a friend, Lingjiang Room."

Otto looked softly, looked at the waiter with a somewhat casual posture, and with the elegance engraved in his bones, he said the room where Zhongli was in without haste.

The waitress raised her beautiful and slender eyebrows, and then chuckled softly.

"I thought it would be Mr. Dadalia, but I didn't expect it to be His Excellency the Archbishop of Destiny."

Otto smiled without denying it.

"Please follow me, Hall Master Hu is in a hurry."

"This dish is tender and delicious, crisp and refreshing, but the skin is slightly burnt, it should be reduced..."

Pushing the door open, the fire-proof girl who had just escaped from Yuyu heard Zhongli's detailed explanation, looked up, and saw that besides Qianhua who was cooking hard, there was also a beautiful chef in a wheelchair and plainly dressed. Take notes carefully.

"..."

As if thirsty, Zhong Li picked up a cup of warm tea and sipped it lightly, his posture was like a painting returned from ancient times.

The chef stopped recording, closed the notebook, looked at the visitor, and then his eyes showed surprise.

"Yixian! Why are you here?"

Miss Chef pushed back, deftly manipulated the wheelchair to the other side of the door, and smiled.

"You are the guests that Mr. Zhongli is waiting for, please sit down quickly."

"Miss Yixian knows a lot of people."

The faded person said in a low voice, they followed Yixian these days, and felt that she was an acquaintance everywhere.

"Sister Dingyuan is a meritorious ship, and she knows quite a few people."

Ding'an corrected.

"After all, you live a long time."

Yixian didn't shy away from his age, he came to the table and sat down, and said to the chef lady: "Coincidentally, I came to meet Dingyuan."

Zhongli chose a table of eight immortals, counting Yixian and his party, it happened to be eight people.

"By the way, settle the bill for Mr. Zhongli."

Chika Fujiwara added in a low voice, which made everyone present couldn't help laughing.

"You can eat with confidence, the proprietress has given you free orders."

Dingyuan made a joke, exchanged glances with the girl who was casually leaning against the wall with one shoulder in her arms, and then pushed the wheelchair and left the room.

"I still need to prepare dishes, so I will leave."

Chapter 251 The Conspiracy Between the War Criminals of P Agency

As expected of a meal worth 8 yuan, it was much tastier than the reincarnated stuff made by those british guys in Losric.

After drinking and eating, the fire-proof girl gently wiped the face of the faded man with a wet towel, thinking so.

And she wondered if there was any bonus to this meal, after all, a normal meal would not emit holy light like it was coated with a filter.

Thinking back to those days, I still remember the gourmet festival that she created because of her love of cooking. After so many years, Losric really has nothing to do except desserts.

"Qianhua, are you planning to leave?"

The fire-proof girl looked up at Otto who was dealing with the proprietress, and Yixian who was reminiscing with her old comrades, and whispered to Qianhua who was packing up Zhongli's collection.

"Well, I'll be leaving later."

"It's rare that Yixian entertained him a lot. Wouldn't it be unreasonable to leave like this?"

The one sitting at the corner of the table was soy milk poured in vain. When he heard that there was food to eat, he rushed over and consciously hung it on the corner of the table.

"squeak~"

And the intangible villain could only watch on the sidelines, gritted his teeth and watched the soy milk poured there in vain, reminiscing about the deliciousness just now with a very exaggerated expression.

"It's nothing to watch people suffer. In the afternoon, there is a group at Sister Naia's side. I plan to go and see it."

After packing up her things, she snapped her fingers, and a brand new hunter outfit appeared on Chika Fujiwara, as if rushing to the next set.

This time I will play as the deep sea hunter Skadi!

"After all, there's Sister Su'er, aren't you? I'll be in charge of having fun."

She stuck out her tongue, looking excited.

"That's right, Sister Su'er, I haven't participated in politics for a while, if possible, can you send some help?"

One mouthful, one elder sister, the sweetness of her name, and she asked for help when she opened her mouth. This smell of crumbs is really getting more and more like Naia and the others.

The people who elected you as Prime Minister are crying.

"Qianhua, what's the matter with you recently?"

Soymilk Bai remembers that Chika Fujiwara was quite diligent before, why is she acting like this now?

"Actually, at the beginning, seeing Sister Tallulah and the others working so hard, I still wanted to be a good prime minister, but I found that the problem couldn't be solved at all."

The girl shrugged and began to count with her fingers.

"The endless corruption, intricate relationships, and documents on the desk can never be finished. After finally stabilizing the inside, the external pressure came again."

"As a prime minister, I don't know when I signed the agreement with Lao Mei. Once I worked hard, all of them were useless. After the investigation, three bowed and apologized and went to jail, and four apologized with seppuku.

"And then there was another one who was trying to compromise and was shotgun down in the street."

"Neon is a gun-free country."

Qian Hua spread her arms out, with an expression of despair on what I can do.

"Now the whole country has paraded slogans to punish the country's thieves. Dad took the whole family to Sweden. I can't go to be the president of the United States anymore, can I?"

Although there are no hot weapons to open her mind, Fujiwara Chika's years of ruling career still let her understand that her life should not be wasted like this, it is completely meaningless.

She can use force to conquer, use mind control, and use her own strength to quickly achieve a good result.

Then, control this group of people to explore the interstellar?

Better not.

Sitting at the desk and fighting with a bunch of bald old men is not at all as comfortable as laughing and joking with a group of friends.

"There's nothing wrong with being happy now."

Not everyone likes political games. Chika Fujiwara was interested in politics at first because her family is a political family, but now she is tired of it.

"Oh, I got it."

It’s clear that soy milk is useless. In short, I saw too many abstract operations, and then I didn’t want to care about it.

It is understandable, after all, not everyone likes to play political games, most of these people in the group are forced to get into positions, and Qianhua does this...

It is really difficult to be a good prime minister in a country where the army is not its own.

"Okay, I'll ask the church to help you find out if anyone wants to be a social animal for a while. Anyway, if you're idle, you're idle. Send me the coordinates, and I'll post them directly."

After getting the answer, the fire-proof girl nodded her head to express her understanding. Many times, playing a game will make people's blood pressure high, let alone reality.

"How about I let someone watch it? Su Er's people will lend it to me."

Soymilk Bai was choosing his words carefully, thinking that he could try for a while, otherwise his sympathy would be a bit hard to bear seeing Chika Fujiwara let the people under his hands develop wildly.

Of course, the main purpose is to use it from the point of view of the fire prevention woman.

After all, Lothric came out of high-quality talents, and the recent insect plague that broke out on the edge of the Milky Way is better than wasting life on a planet as a social animal.

"Alright, I'll report to Sister Naia."

Qian Hua cheered, but it doesn't matter, as long as someone helps clean up the stall.

The fire-proof girl took a sip of tea, secretly thinking that Qianhua and Naia's gang should not be allowed to hang around anymore.

wait...

Mincha, the fire-proof girl, paused for a moment.

She remembered that before coming here, Qianhua had joined the group organized by Naia in a mysterious world of cultivating immortals.

Damn it, Naia shouldn't put a mark on Qianhua to find her, right?

Immediately her face became serious, and she supported Chika Fujiwara's shoulders with both hands, and the Fireproof Girl drove her perception to the maximum scale, and carefully inspected her inside and out.

Good, no.

Recently, some fireproof women who committed Naia ptsd breathed a sigh of relief.

"Sister Su'er, you seem to be in a bad mood."

Fujiwara Chika looked at the Fireproof Girl who suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and her originally tense mood also relaxed.

The serious look of the fire prevention girl just now made her think that she had some terminal illness that could not be cured.

That mood was like that of a patient who sighed at him after being taken by an old doctor of Chinese medicine. At that moment, she was about to think about where to bury herself.

"Try to play less with Naia in the future."

The fire-proof girl rubbed Qianhua's head, and said earnestly, like a parent trying to persuade her own child, "The kid next door is a bad kid, so don't play with him".

"Ok."

Qianhua nodded her head obediently.

"Go."

"Great!"

Qianhua cheered and disappeared in a flash.

[Ding, the number of people in the running group initiated by Naia? 1, and the current number is 6/9. Please join in enthusiastically. The event comes with prizes made by Shabu. First come, first served. 】

"..."

"... To be honest, I'm quite interested in that prize."