Chapter 1853: Chapter 818: Death Salesman_2
[Just throw it in the mailbox!]
Gu Qingqiu flipped through these things: “There’s also a feedback form here, do I have to fill it out? Send it out?”
“Alumni, fill out these few forms.”
Lin Baici arranged.
“Okay!”
Gu Qingqiu nodded: “Then what about this reagent? Should we use it?”
“No need!”
Lin Baici chose not to rest, knowing that Pan Junjie and his group would definitely co over: “When soone asks about this form later, don’t say anything!”
San Miyairi glanced at Lin Baici because of this sentence.
Did Lord Lin already know sothing?
…
Fifteen minutes later.
The hoodie guy, who had been watching the clown through the peephole, exclaid excitedly: “Pan God, it’s gone, it’s gone!”
The suit-clad clown exited the Dongying people’s room after completing his sales pitch to the last suite guest, and then left this floor.
“Are you sure?”
Pan Junjie ca over to personally confirm.
“Should we hurry and consult with God Lin?”
The hoodie guy urged.
Everyone else was also anxious, what if the clown made a coback?
We need to move quickly.
“Let’s wait a little longer!”
Pan Junjie was very calm.
“What are we waiting for?”
The hoodie guy was anxious: “Ti is tight!”
“Relax, soone is more anxious than you!”
Pan Junjie gave the hoodie guy a look: “And there’s no choice!”
The hoodie guy paused and understood.
Those Dongying people would definitely go to consult Lin Baici too; with Takeuchi Kurano’s status, he definitely wouldn’t show up personally, and the people he sent wouldn’t dare to refuse.
Isn’t this just cannon fodder paving the way?
If there’s any danger outside, if the clown makes a coback, it’ll be the cannon fodder that dies!
“Pan God’s mind is indeed ticulous!”
The hoodie guy praised.
Sure enough, in less than three minutes, that Dongying guy nad Kamita Daichi ca out, cautiously walking through the corridor to Lin Baici’s room door.
Knock knock! Knock knock!
Kamita Daichi knocked on the door, but called not for Lin Baici, but San Miyairi: “Snow Princess SAMA, the Takeuchi Clan Head seeks to discuss with you!”
San Miyairi looked at Lin Baici: “Should I go?”
“That’s your personal business!”
Lin Baici exchanged glances with the Sakura girl.
“You certainly don’t want telling them about having Autumn fill out the feedback form, right?”
San Miyairi got straight to the point: “Why didn’t you warn ?”
“I consider you half a friend, I don’t want to use such ans.”
Lin Baici spoke sincerely.
In fact, even if he warned her, it would be useless, since once San Miyairi left his side, whatever she did was beyond his control.
“Lord Lin, don’t use your charms on !”
San Miyairi laughed: “Just with such bland words, I won’t be moved. At the very least, you should say so heartfelt sweet nothings and then thoroughly satisfy in bed!”
“Of course, the bathroom, the balcony, anywhere is fine, but at least three tis.”
Hua Yue Yu listened to these words, blushing, thinking this Sakura girl was shaless.
Kim Myungjin was also anxious, she wasn’t adept at the path San Miyairi took, how could she compete?
“With so many people, what nonsense are you spouting?”
Lin Baici was embarrassed, feeling a headache.
“Hehe!”
San Miyairi leaned close to his ear and whispered: “Don’t worry, I know what’s important!”
“Those Takeuchi people are cannon fodder, and you are the man I want!”
After saying this, the Sakura girl, pretending to be careless, brushed Lin Baici’s ear with her lips.
It felt wet and tingly!
San Miyairi left, and as she closed the door, Kamita Daichi glared fiercely at Lin Baici through the gap.
Soon, Pan Junjie and his group visited.
The hoodie guy ca in, just about to ask if they bought that set, only to see those few boxes on the table.
This scene made the faces of the hoodie guy’s group change imdiately.
“Why did you buy these things?”
Pan Junjie couldn’t understand: “Aren’t you afraid of rule contamination?”
Pan Junjie’s group didn’t have U.S. dollars, even if they did, they wouldn’t buy, because nobody wanted to host that suit-clad clown and have these things fall into their hands.
“We still don’t know which choice is the right one!”
Gu Qingqiu comforted: “Don’t be afraid!”
Pan Junjie’s group looked grim, although that’s what was said, they wanted to make the sa choice as Lin Baici.
It’s like checking answers after exams; even a student with good grades would panic if their answers differed from the top student!
Not to ntion in the God Hunter circle, Lin Baici was regarded as the god of academics.
“Shouldn’t we follow up? Find that clown and buy a set?”
The hoodie guy proposed.
“Are you going?”
Pan Junjie retorted.
The hoodie guys didn’t say anything because none of them wanted to leave the main group!
…
The Dongying people’s room.
“Did that bastard buy the promotional product?”
Upon hearing from San Miyairi about Lin Baici’s choice, Kamita Daichi was very surprised: “Is he crazy?”
Takeuchi Kurano chose not to buy, so his face was grim at this mont. Then he asked a few questions, all about Lin Baici.
“If there’s nothing else, I’ll head back!”
San Miyairi stood up.
“Snow Princess SAMA, you are a princess of Dayao, why stay with those People from Jiuzhou?”
Kamita Daichi was displeased.
San Miyairi walked to Kamita Daichi’s side and slapped him in the face.
Slap, slap, slap!
After slapping, Kamita Daichi lowered his head with a “hey” sound.
Although he was unhappy, he didn’t dare to resist.
“Kamita-kun, is this answer enough?”
When San Miyairi gets tough, she’s also very fierce, it’s just that Lin Baici hasn’t seen it before.
“Hey!”
Kamita Daichi lowered his head.
“What am I doing here? Watching you all die one by one?”
San Miyairi clicked her tongue: “But staying by Lin Baici’s side has enormous benefits!”
Everyone remained silent.
Indeed, Lin Baici’s wealth crushes everyone else’s, not to ntion there’s also so intangible value.
“You all should be prepared!”
San Miyairi walked out: “Lord Lin estimates that the clown will co again!”
Just as the Sakura girl was about to walk out, Takeuchi Kurano spoke: “Eri, please rember, you are a Snow Princess with a chance to beco the Monk Head and lead Dayao!”
“Of course I rember!”
San Miyairi said, opening the door and leaving.
She appeared like an ambitious aspirant, but inside she was filled with disdain.
If before becoming the Monk Head, she would be played to ruins by these old farts, then it’s not worth it!
Rather than accompanying these perverted old n, San Miyairi would rather be a dog for Lin Baici.
At least Lin Baici is quite handso and has little experience, so he can’t think of those sadistic tortures.
San Miyairi returned to her room and found that Pan Junjie and his n were still there.
“Why haven’t you left yet?”
The Sakura girl looked disdainful.
The difference between n is truly vast.
Pan Junjie’s group looked awkward and deliberately pretended not to hear anything, dragging their ti as much as they can. If Lin Baici allowed them to stay, they wouldn’t care even if they had to sleep in the bathroom.
“All of you, leave, I’m tired and need to rest.”
Lin Baici was dismissing them.
“God Lin!”
The hoodie guy wore a bitter expression.
Lin Baici said no more, just waved his hand.
Pan Junjie and his group had no choice but to leave.
After returning to their room, the hoodie guy angrily kicked the sofa.
“Stop kicking, everyone takes a half-hour shift to monitor the activities on Lin Baici’s side!”
Pan Junjie arranged.
…
“Is the form filled out?”
Lin Baici inquired.
“Done!”
Gu Qingqiu handed it to Lin Baici to look over.
“Not bad!”
Lin Baici complinted, walking out.
As he moved, everyone else stood up.
“Where are you going?”
Li Yintong asked.
“To mail this thing!”
Lin Baici folded the return form and put it in his pocket.
“Can’t you go tomorrow?”
Hua Yue Yu frowned: “The courier, the post office should be closed, right?”
“I’ll go with you!”
Kim Myungjin volunteered, no matter what Lin Baici was doing, she wanted to follow.
“Stop arguing, ti is pressing, I’ll be back soon!”
Lin Baici walked out.
San Miyairi just wanted to follow, but Lin Baici stopped her: “Be good, stay put.”
“At least take Myungjin!”
Gu Qingqiu suggested.
Kim Myungjin had a pair of high heels that could teleport, so in a mont of crisis, survival was not a problem.
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