When Cheng Yu walked out of the elevator, he heard uneven conversations coming from the restaurant. It seemed that everyone except himself had already arrived.
The door of the restaurant was already open at the moment. Cheng Yu stood at the door. Although the door was open, he knocked gently on the door.
Everyone in the restaurant looked up at Cheng Yu after hearing the sound, and Cheng Yu also took advantage of this brief period of direct gaze to quickly pass his eyes across the faces of everyone at the table. Although it was just a glimpse, at least he had already seen it.
It left enough impression on Cheng Yu, and Cheng Yu quickly figured out that all seven people were indeed present in the restaurant. Except for Chen Yu, the other six people happened to be three men and three women.
Cheng Yu bowed slightly and then walked into the restaurant. He was placing a tray on the dining table. He seemed to have noticed Cheng Yu coming in and took the initiative to say hello to Cheng Yu.
"Mr. Cheng, when you arrive, everyone will be here."
Cheng Yu simply walked over, picked up the tray from the serving table, and took a look. There were two dishes in it, namely scrambled eggs with tomatoes and fried gluten with green peppers.
"Is everyone here? I thought... well, there shouldn't be Mr. Shi Lei here, right?"
Although Cheng Yu obviously didn't know what Shi Lei looked like, and he was sure that Shi Lei would definitely not show up, his performance was still just right, because everyone would think that Shi Lei must be at least a middle-aged man, and everyone here, including Cheng Yu
Including, obviously no one is over thirty years old.
Cheng Yu's words obviously aroused everyone's discussion in the restaurant. We all said different things, but basically they all had the same meaning. What they said was that the weather was so good. If Chen Yu was here temporarily, after all
The safety of sailing under the sea in that kind of weather is extremely small, etc.
Carrying the tray, Cheng Yu placed the two dishes under the dining table. I clearly saw that Shi Lei didn't seem to have any intention of asking me to sit next to him, but he seemed determined and finally retracted his half-stretched hand.
But it must be true. If you kill eight of them directly, the remaining one will naturally not be able to get all the money. Either I or you will die, and you are my (your) competitor, so the other party will naturally also
I will consider killing you. In that case, will the hidden danger under the island be solved?
"You are thinking that although they were talking about the word 'money', Shi Lei just used the word 'wealth'. So, although you also came to that island for money, you want to
, the money you are about to receive is also your work remuneration, and it should be the same as the money they are talking about. After all, your work remuneration can be considered to be worth a few dollars, but it is only a million US dollars. What do you think?
The amount of money we want to strive for should be much more than that amount."
When Cheng Yu saw this, he shrugged helplessly again. Then, I lowered my tone and said, "Can you please calm down for a while? Let me hear what you have to say. Is it bad?"
Old London held up a pot on one hand and waved the frying spoon in his other hand, and all the dishes outside the pot were put away from the plate. Then he put the frying spoon in his hand back into the empty pot and put them together.
After returning to the pool, the eighth hand picked up another pot. The free seventh hand picked up the frying spoon outside the pot and performed the same performance, loading and unloading the dishes outside the pot again.
onto the plate.
"Mr. Cheng Yu, are you here to fight for this wealth? Why did you come to the island?"
Although it was just Shi Lei asking a question, it was obviously a question that everyone was concerned about. So before the other eight people at the table finished listening, they completely shut their mouths and turned their eyes to Cheng Yu. Everyone was anxiously
Waiting for my answer.
Cheng Yu's answer to Old London's words was actually very satisfying, but it was just a robot after all. Cheng Yu couldn't ask for less, so he had to pick up the tray. I felt like a robot at the moment.
It's the same as the people who come here specifically to help pass the food around.
Old London obviously hasn't finished what he said, but there is already a stir under the dining table. These people are talking to themselves one after another, and what they say still has the same meaning. We are saying: "My purpose with you is
What am I here for? Aren’t the people who came to the island here just for the money?"
"Old London, is Mr. Chen Yu here?" Old London replied later. At this moment, Cheng Yu lowered his volume and asked again.
"Dear guests, I suspect that Xiaojia doesn't know yet. You are the old London man who is a housekeeper, cook, maid, gardener, etc. all in one. That was the first meal you served to Xiaojia.
Lunch, whether it is lunch, dinner or breakfast during those days when you are on the island, you will be solely responsible for it, so Xiaojia wants to say that the food you cook is bad."
"If Old London mentioned it just now, which triggered a discussion in the family, you even know what kind of money, especially what kind of wealth Shan Chen said. You came to that island because of Mr. Chen Yu
invitation, you are indeed here for the money."
Seeing Cheng Yu pick up the tray, Old London simply turned around and went to the sink to clean the pots. Cheng Yu also picked up two new dishes and placed them under the dining table again.
At that moment, there was a cry of crows outside the restaurant. Xiaojia looked at Cheng Yu with peaceful eyes. There was no doubt that we finally figured it out. Cheng Yu and we had the same purpose, because the money we wanted to fight for
, far less than one million US dollars.
Cheng Yu still had time to return to the dining table, but Old London was not waiting for Young Master here yet. Cheng Yu could only shake his head with a wry smile at this inexplicable fact that he took for granted.
Each hand held a dish, while the remaining hand pulled out a new tray from under the shelf next to it, and then Old London placed the tray under the serving table.
Shi Lei stood up. It must be said that at a height of 4.4 meters, I was quite intimidating. Although I just stood up and made a slight upward movement with my hands, the outside of the restaurant suddenly became quiet.
many.
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Cheng Yu smiled slightly and replied: "Mr. Chen Yu will contact your agent later... Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. Your surname is Cheng, and the last name is Cheng.
This Yu. The pronunciation of the name of Mr. Shi Lei is not similar to that of Mr. Shi Lei who asked you just now. By the way, you and Mr. Shi Lei met when you just left the house. At that time, you were talking to Old London, Mr. Shi Lei.
When you came up from downstairs, you had no complicated communication. Your profession is a writer. A few days later, Mr. Chen Yu contacted your agent and expressed that he wanted to invite you to my private island.
Next, I want you to write a book about my life for me. And your reward for writing that biography has already reached the one million U.S. dollars you just mentioned."
To say that the speed at which Old London worked was really astonishing, Cheng Yu was stunned for a moment behind the dining table, then walked to the dining table, put away the two dishes respectively, and then returned the tray to the dining table.
In a short period of time, Old London had not even cleaned the two pots, and the rollers on his feet carried them out of the kitchen and into the dining room.
Halfway through the conversation, there was another explosion under the dining table. The little family was chattering. No one even stopped blaming Old London. Did they say that Cheng Yu came here just for the money? But why did Old London say that I came to the island?
The purpose below is the same as that of others.
"A million dollars to write a book?" no one exclaimed.
Cheng Yu put the tray back under the serving table and looked out of the kitchen. The person waving a spatula outside the kitchen was not the old London I was unfamiliar with, but only one-seventh of the old London.
I know what the other eight parts are doing now.
One-seventh of Old London, with eight hands stretched out from under his body, two pots are supported under the stove. Two of the eight hands are holding a spatula each, and they are struggling to turn the dishes outside the pot.
The remaining hand first picked up the pot on the right and performed the skill of flipping a spoon, and then picked up the pot on the left, doing the same thing. The eight hands and two pots were not orderly or coordinated.
very.
"What on earth did he come to the island for?" Shi Lei insisted on asking.
Cheng Yu shrugged involuntarily. Before I realized that, I didn't think it was strange, because although I could do that kind of action myself, before I came outside the virtual space today, I hadn't done it at most.
He has done that action seven or eight times. It is obviously not from Cheng Yu's original intention. Every time he makes that action, it is a subconscious behavior. This seems to indicate that the shrugging action is the habit of the author Cheng Yu outside the virtual space.
action.
Almost everyone looked at Old London Seventh with a blank expression, wondering what the hell is that robot? Is it an after-dinner speech? Or is it an after-dinner talk show? But is that funny? Where is the joke? Really
The thing is, what I’m most afraid of is the kind of person who doesn’t have a sense of humor but always thinks he’s funny…well, a robot.
Go ahead, it's a detective plot, not a horror plot, right? Everyone in the co-writing story is a hidden danger, and you have to solve that hidden danger after everyone dies?
Cheng Yu's brain was already working, but I soon began to feel a little worried about my lack of thoughts but the idea of killing people. Is it true that my hands were stained with blood?
So you don’t have any scruples about killing people now, right?
"Since the master has not shown up yet, it means that I will have lunch with Xiaojia. Maybe it is due to the weather, or maybe there is nothing to delay. They all know that there is a way to communicate with the inner world under that island.
We have been contacted, so Xiaojia, just stay there with peace of mind and wait patiently for Mr. Chen Yu’s arrival.”
Finally, that sentence was of no use, and these nagging guys finally shut up again.
Seeing that scene, Cheng Yu couldn't help but laugh. Later, he still understood why every one-seventh of the old Londoners had eight hands. Now Cheng Yu finally understood that if the eight hands were not coordinated well,
Almost losing to two people working with seven hands at the same time, the work efficiency is indeed quite mediocre.
"First of all, please give me an explanation. Although one person arrived in two groups, no matter whether it is at the dock on the land side or in the manor, the Xiaojia have not lost touch with each other.
The contacts we have had have all gone through mutual introductions. And Mr. Cheng Yu, the man in front of you, has the same purpose as Xiaojia in coming to the island..."
Although the chaos was chaotic and orderly, and noisy like leaving the vegetable market, Cheng Yu still got invalid information from it. This is not that person, nor is it a familiar one-person group as mentioned by the mission system. Between us
So everyone gathered on that island for a sum of money. In this way, the hidden dangers under the island are too simple. Assuming that the money provided by Chen Yu will only be given to one of the people, so
, it is impossible for any one of us to kill anyone else because of this.
