Starry Sky Railway: Opening Performance - Taixu Sword God

"She's probably still in Pinocchio right now, send her a message and see," Vanwick suggested.

"Didn't you add her using your new account back at the Dreamy Bar?"

“No need.” Sunday turned his gaze to Wanweike beside him.

"Since you're so keen on guessing what I'm thinking, it shouldn't be hard to understand..."

"More than meeting her, we should do our part to help Pinocchio overcome its difficulties."

"Now, we need to go to Chaolu Mansion."

"Oh? Back to your headquarters?" Wanweike immediately became interested.

"The Chaolu Mansion no longer belongs to you. Go there now; many family members are still working there."

"Your appearance will definitely cause a huge uproar."

"I can change my appearance."

"How do we change it?" Wanweike reminded him, "Tuning is useless for these staff now. You're like a phoenix whose wings have been plucked, turned into a duck."

"..." Sunday pursed her lips.

"You'd better talk less."

“I’ll tell you, I’ll tell you.” Wanweike wasn’t buying it at all.

"Hey, look at you, you're not bad looking at all. Even if you don't become the head of the family, you can still find a way to make a living elsewhere, right?"

“I think you could actually join the Iris family; male entertainers don’t come cheap.”

"Hey...why are you walking so fast? Wait for me!"

……

Chaolu Mansion.

Under the bright lights, Dan Heng, wearing an apron and holding a fruit knife, was diligently cutting fruit for these family executives in the conference room.

"Hey, this dragon fruit is pretty good." The fat man put his feet on the table, used a toothpick to pick up a piece of dragon fruit, put it in his mouth, and was very satisfied.

"It tastes much better than what that woman pulled out of that godforsaken place."

The woman with big waves and long legs also ate with great relish.

Almost immediately after Yan Huan went to Liumeng Reef, the entire Chaolu Mansion entered a period of laziness.

Almost all the family members stationed here are of high rank.

They were indeed typing away and making phone calls earlier, but now that Yan Huan isn't here, it's a completely different scene.

As Dan Heng was cutting the fruit, he realized something was wrong. He slowly put down the fruit knife and looked at the fat man beside him.

"Aren't you... going to continue working?"

"Work? That's hilarious, we are working!" The fat man picked his teeth with a toothpick, revealing a happy smile.

"Where do you work?" Danheng asked.

"Oh, here." The fat man pulled the laptop over and showed Dan Heng the chat messages.

"..."

Dan Heng narrowed his eyes.

The fat man sent messages to his contacts such as "Work hard," "Hurry up," "Find a way to do it yourself," and "If you can't do it, replace him."

The following replies are all "Received".

"You mean, typing these few sentences is your job?" Dan Heng asked.

"Hmm?" The fat man frowned, seemingly disliking it when others said such things.

"Young man, you must have never been a leader before."

What does "saying just a few words" mean?

"Do you know how much pressure I'm under when I type these words? If anyone under me messes up somewhere, I'll be held responsible!"

"You, you, sigh!" The fat man angrily pushed the laptop forward, causing the other electronic products piled on the table to move as well.

One of the phone cases fell off and hit the ground with a crisp sound.

But at that moment, everyone in the conference room was chattering away, and no one paid any attention to such a small noise.

"What did you do for a living before?" the fat man asked Dan Heng, straightening his posture.

"Even if you're a student, you must have done part-time jobs, right?"

"I've worked as a security guard," Dan Heng recalled. "I've also worked as a bodyguard, a loader, and a volunteer for tourism."

"Stop, stop, stop, stop..." The fat man rubbed his temples, speechless.

"These are so worthless, who's going to approve your resume in the future?"

"Haven't you participated in any particularly impressive events?"

"You said your hometown is Xianzhou Luofu, right?"

The chubby boy looked at Dan Heng.

"I remember there was a martial arts ceremony being held there a while ago. If you participate and win an award, you can put that honor on your resume."

"That's when I became a volunteer laborer." Danheng paused, then added:

"As for activities... how about a simulated universe? I did participate in that before, on the Hueco Marble."

"Huh?" The fat man's expression changed immediately.

Immediately, the entire conference room fell silent, and everyone looked at Dan Heng with curiosity.

"?"

Something seems wrong.

Chapter 1098 The Oak Family Lineage Has Long Been Ripe

"Hello, welcome to Morning Dew Mansion."

The receptionist smiled at the android woman in front of her.

"May I ask which family lineage you belong to?"

“Hidden Night Thrush,” Vanwick, standing beside the android lady, replied.

"I am Wanweike, a senior manager of the Hidden Night Thrush family. I need to go in to take care of some official business."

"Hidden Night Thrush, Wanweike?" The receptionist was taken aback, then looked at the screen in front of her.

"I don't seem to remember this person. Let me look it up..."

"No need," the android lady said politely, stopping the receptionist's hand.

"Actually, it was Mr. Yan Huan who asked us to wait here."

"Mr. Yan Huan? Who is that?" The receptionist was even more confused.

On Sunday, he and Wanweike exchanged a glance.

"?"

Based on previous intelligence, it was Yan Huan who directly attacked the five major factions and seized command of the Grand Event Star when Pinocchio was about to fall into chaos.

Therefore, this so-called Great Emperor should be him.

After all, he was the most direct one in the train crew.

"Beautiful lady," Sunday inquired.

"May I ask, what is the name of the current emperor?"

"The Emperor... he is the Emperor." The receptionist looked at the two of them strangely.

"What's wrong? Were you summoned by the Emperor?"

“Yes.” Sunday nodded and looked at the receptionist.

“We were summoned by the Emperor, who said he had important business to attend to.”

"Oh, then go in." The receptionist let the two in very easily.

"?"

Upon hearing this, Wanweike immediately became somewhat displeased.

"Hey, wait, what's wrong with you?"

"I remember the Chaolu Mansion used to be very strict. Why didn't you suspect anything when you heard that we were summoned by the Emperor?"

“Vanwick.” On Sunday, he reached out to stop Vanwick from speaking, but the latter simply leaned back to avoid it and continued rambling on.

"What if we were assassins?"

"Wouldn't everyone else working inside be doomed?"

"Also, why are you eating fruit during work hours? Is that allowed? We're clearly entertaining these two guests right now!"

"Uh...this."

The receptionist blinked, instinctively handing the fruit platter to the two of them, and tentatively invited them to go:

"These were cut by a new student; we might as well eat them..."

"Would you like to try some? I bet it's the best dragon fruit I've ever eaten in my dreams."

"Thank you for the invitation, but we have important matters to attend to." Sunday smiled slightly and pulled Wanweike directly inside.

As they passed through the corridor of Chaolu Mansion, seeing that no one was around, Wanweike let go of Sunday's hand and shouted at him again:

"What's going on? I can't even speak when we're back at headquarters?"

"Look at yourself now! Do you still have the same imposing aura you had a few months ago?!"

“What are you saying?” Sunday lowered his eyes and glanced at Wanweike.