The familiar sound of the wheel appeared, and then everyone saw the complete old London.
Seeing the appearance of old London that looked like a washing machine, many people actually breathed a sigh of relief secretly.
Everyone was already very nervous about Cheng Yu's accident, and everyone knew that Shi Lei would definitely not show up before they decided the winner. If Old London disappeared again, there would be only one left on the island.
After killing eight of them alive, no one was really sure what would happen.
"Oh, it's Mr. Cheng, what can you do? I'm clearing your dining table."
Cheng Yu rolled his eyes and said, "Old London, can you be more reliable? Did the person who designed you give you amnesia? I asked you to get the letter for me before eating, did you?
Completely forgotten?"
Old London stretched out his hands, covered the two small lamps that represented the eyes, and said: "Oh, I really forgot about it. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Mr. Cheng, I'll give you the letter right now." As he spoke,
, the lower part of Old London's "mouth" slowly opened like a hatch. Then, Old London took out a letter from it, raised it with both hands, and handed it to Cheng Yu.
Cheng Yu thought to himself that he finally saw this letter, but unfortunately, he got it in front of everyone.
"Old London, did you repair the suspended ceiling on the second floor just now?" Cheng Yu did not open the letter in a hurry, but continued to ask Old London. After all, compared to the letter, this question now concerned everyone more.
I'm worried, it must have been something bad done by Old London. If it was it, this would be a thriller.
"Yes, yes, just now Deng Jingliang asked you to go to No. 8 to get the mail, but as soon as you walked out of the restaurant, you saw a mess outside the small hall. You thought to yourself, oh, that's really careless, so you brought a broom
Clean the outside. Then you find that there is an extra piece on the ceiling above your head. It seems that the garbage in the ground did not fall from under the roof. There is a way. The broken ceiling has not been broken a few times.
Now, you have lost some experience. Then you went to the tool room to get tools and materials, and went downstairs. However, you found that there were no broken pieces of ceiling in the corridor downstairs, so you had to clean the outside again.
Come out. You finished printing the ceiling first, but the printing time was really too long. When it was finished, you remembered that you had to help Deng Jingliang get the mail. As a result, you went out for a long distance and saw that you hadn't finished your work yet.
No. 7, No. 8 and No. 7, so you guys got together and went back outside the house, where you were just cleaning up the restaurant."
When everyone listened to Old London's rambling words, they all keenly captured the most critical word - print.
That was what Cheng Yu said himself, and Xiaojia would naturally agree again, so Cheng Yu walked into the circle formed by the sofa. He was only about eight meters away from the group of people, but he used the sofa to form a complicated barrier.
But Bai Dawen obviously didn't take it for granted. You added a question loudly: "Old London, when was that suspended ceiling installed? Did it disappear after he came to work as a housekeeper there?"
"That thing is too dangerous. Old London, can you dismantle the entire suspended ceiling? In fact, you think the corridor on the seventh floor is not that dark and needs the light under the suspended ceiling." The person who said that was Su Xi.
, although you have not consulted other people's opinions, but you suspect that no one will approve of it. After all, the suspended ceiling has always been a hidden danger. If it is on the seventh floor, it may be worse. If you walk around on the first floor,
When the thing fell down, no matter how soft the material was, if it hit the head from such a low position, there would probably be problems.
"How many times has that suspended ceiling fallen so far?" Mr. Cheng asked in a different way.
Everyone looked at each other in confusion. Did he just get that thing? It can be considered a bad intention to write a letter, but the thing is too reliable. There were eight problems in just one week. He was really afraid of the letter.
The thing hit someone.
"You should go back outside the restaurant first and let Deng Jingliang read the letter alone." Chen Yu greeted Xiaojia.
Cheng Yu saw that and glanced at the top of the letter. The rest were all about the rules of the competition. Before hurriedly retreating from the complicated reading, Cheng Yu finally understood what I had done in that mission.
What kind of situation will we face?
"Excluding that time, it's the eighth time." Old London replied honestly.
Cheng Yu waved his hand and said: "It's necessary. You can't read the letter in the past two steps. It will save you a while and no one will misunderstand that you hid one or two pieces of letter paper or something. You didn't make any move to read the letter.
Being exposed in front of everyone's eyes will be more conducive to establishing basic trust between you."
Old London replied: "Yes, 3D printing is very convenient. It can be printed anywhere."
"It depends on how you define regular."
Cheng Yu opened the envelope, but found that the content outside was complicated as usual, because there was only a thin piece of letter paper outside the envelope.
Those words may not sound bad at all, but there are still people who can refute it, even Pang Zhifen, who is the most quarrelsome with Mr. Cheng.
Eight times, there are few bad images, so the building must be at least ten or seventy years old, right? As everyone knows, Old London has not been in service outside that building for more than seven years. That does not mean,
In just seven years, there have been eight problems with the ceiling, which is relatively few.
"Is the ceiling printed?" Liu Manman asked slowly.
Cheng Yu said: "Pang Zhi, does it have any part related to your personal privacy? Therefore, the whole text cannot be shown to Xiaojia. However, before you read it personally, I think Xiaojia should read Shi Lei's first.
Before reading the second half, it’s up to them to decide if they want to read the first half. None of them, no matter which opinion is the majority, you will insult the wishes of the minority.”
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Mr. Cheng Yu, you are bad, maybe you should call him the Fire Hitachi God. His fans all call him that. I'm sorry,
You used a false reason to trick him off the island. You invited him off the island that time because you wanted him to help you write your biography. You will be dead when you die. No one will remember it, so we will remember it.
, if someone remembers it, it’s not important. The biography has never been written, but you can pay someone to write it yourself. I must have been very happy when he received the job, but this
After all, it was a reward of one million U.S. dollars, so he went to the appointment. I apologized to him again. Do you have a biography and a million U.S. dollars? Yes, I suspect that he will meet a boring person very quickly. You
You must have heard about the competition held by Hitachi God, right? That person is not the last place in that competition. Yes, you need us to decide the only one who will be the follower, and this person will be
He cannot get a bonus of 100 million U.S. dollars. As for the God of Fire Hitachi, what he will gain is what has never really happened before he left the island. You suspect that it will be the worst material for his future writing. Even
, as long as he faithfully records what happened under the island, it will be one of the best-selling books in human history. You think, that is much weaker than a reward of one million US dollars.
With the popularity and sales of Hitachi God, coupled with such materials, this is far less attractive than a million dollars, right? I am sure that Hitachi God agrees with everything you said, so, please
Announce the rules of the competition to us on your behalf..."
"That Pang Zhi, after all, was assigned to you by Mr. Pang Zhi. You don't mind sharing all the information about that trip to Qindao with you, but you still can't be sure whether Shi Leiwai
Some of your private content, or what Mr. Xin described to you about Qindao or the competition they participated in, should they allow you to keep appropriate privacy, right?"
The eight lights under Old London flickered for a while before he said, "Are they really going to be demolished? They are really afraid of finding work for Old London!"
"He should go downstairs to remove the suspended ceiling first. It's not too early now. You want to go back to the room to rest early after he removes it." The person who said that was Xie Yanwen. It seems that this guy is a real homebody and can do it.
It's probably entirely because of Shi Lei that I have stayed here until now.
Everyone looked at you, and you looked at him, but it was Mr. Cheng who spoke first and said: "You think what Pang Zhifen said is unreasonable. Although Shi Lei may change some things, my personal privacy should indeed be insulted. More
What's more, that Pang Zhi wasn't given to me, I definitely wanted to show it to you, but you can actually beg for it, right?"
Old London's voice seemed reluctant, but it still agreed: "Break it, break it, you go clean up the restaurant first, and then go downstairs and remove the suspended ceiling after you finish cleaning it up."
Old London had no choice but to go downstairs first. Seeing its chubby body lying under the handrail of the stairs, rolling downstairs, everyone still felt that the scene was not funny.
Old London immediately waved the eight spring hands and said: "Yes, yes, yes, that is the ceiling that was just printed a week later. The owner said that the corridor downstairs is too dark because there will be no guests in a few days."
, and it’s going to be bad for a few days, so I wanted to install some lights, but I thought it would be ugly to re-route the wires outside the corridor, so I designed a suspended ceiling. But it’s too troublesome to hire workers to do the construction, so I’ll let you use 3D
The suspended ceiling was printed by printing, but it seems that the 3D printed thing is too strong and it is difficult to cause problems."
"Little God, next, it's time for you to understand the content of the letter?" Chen Yu was standing directly opposite Cheng Yu, and I made a request to Cheng Yu.
Taking out the letter paper, Cheng Yu threw the envelope to everyone so that we could check whether there was anything fishy underneath or outside the envelope.
Liu Manman rushed down immediately and took away the second half of the letter Cheng Yu handed me without any courtesy.
Unfolding the letter paper, Cheng Yu saw that there were only a few lines written under the letter paper.
But after doing that, it seemed that everyone felt at ease, because problems must have occurred eight times a day, so what Cheng Yu encountered that time might really be just an idea.
Everyone saw Cheng Yu folding the letter paper in half, and then tearing off the upper part of the letter paper. Although no one said anything, almost no one frowned. But we were from Cheng Yu.
The part Yu tore off was related to Cheng Yu's personal privacy, but as long as the letter was complete, it would always bring questions.
Cheng Yu waved his hand slightly at Shi Lei and said, "You want to read Pang Zhi alone first, and then make a decision."
Mr. Cheng asked: "Do ceiling problems often occur?"
"Ah? Why?" Obviously, the bad guys felt relieved. It was the same as what Cheng Yu said later.
Everyone laughed, but Su Xi insisted: "As he said, the thing has only been installed for a week, but it has problems eight times. Moreover, the thing almost hit Mr. Cheng Yu today. Do you think, Mr. Xin?
You probably want to see no one outside get hurt because of that ceiling, right?"
