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As soon as he reached the door and looked inside, March 7th froze on the spot.

At this moment, Xing was lying face down under the desk, with most of his body tucked under the desk.

Only two thin legs and a pair of shoes were visible outside as she frantically rummaged through things.

She took one out and casually tossed it onto the ground behind her.

First came a stapler, then two rolls of tape, a brand new box of pens, and half a pack of compressed biscuits.

Qi Ye sat cross-legged on the ground not far away, surrounded by a pile of miscellaneous items he had plundered.

He was carefully inspecting the goods one by one, estimating their value, and calculating the accounts.

He held the antique calculator he had just picked up in his left hand, a fountain pen in his right, and a leather notebook spread out on his lap.

He kept muttering to himself, calculating meticulously.

"Calculator, 90% used, market value 300 credits. Fountain pen, generic brand, worth 20."

"The leather notebook is brand new and unused, 150 yuan. The compressed biscuits are within their expiration date, 50 yuan."

Xing finally crawled out from under the table, her head covered in a small clump of dust, looking a bit disheveled.

But her face was filled with great satisfaction, overflowing with a sense of accomplishment.

She placed the stapler in her hand in front of Qiye.

"And this too."

Qi Ye picked up the stapler, glanced at it, and casually quoted a price.

"The stapler still has more than half a box of staples left; its market value is eighty yuan."

"Take it."

Xing then pulled out a bunch of small items from his pocket one after another.

Three-color sticky notes, two small scissors, and a mini desk lamp were neatly arranged on the floor.

She was like a little hamster that had emptied a granary, lining up her spoils and eagerly waiting for them to be appraised.

Qi Ye quickly scanned all the items in front of her and swiftly calculated the total price.

"The total comes to about 1,200. With the discount of half price for secondhand and depreciated goods, I'll give you 600."

Xing immediately became unhappy and frowned.

"Why should we get a discount?"

"Secondhand items will depreciate; this is basic common sense."

"These are all brand new, first-hand items."

"No matter if it was new or not, once it's in your hands, it's secondhand."

Xing pouted and didn't argue with him anymore.

She silently reached into her pocket, took out the last item, and placed it on top of all the miscellaneous items.

It was an employee card for the Black Tower space station. The person on the card was wearing glasses and looked quite refined.

The card has the words "Senior Researcher" printed in gold foil at the bottom, and an unidentified small key is hanging on the card sleeve.

Qi Ye looked down at the employee card for a moment, then looked up at Xing, who had a calm expression.

Xing's expression was incredibly open, as if finding a research staff card was no different from finding trash.

"This thing is worthless."

Qi Ye casually pushed the employee card back.

"But the person who lost this card will probably go completely insane."

"Then let him pay to redeem it."

Xing's words were perfectly reasonable and logically sound.

"We found it and kept it safe for him, so it's reasonable to charge a safekeeping fee, right?"

Qi Ye looked at her helplessly, truly speechless at her peculiar train of thought.

"How come you've mastered extortion tactics without even being taught?"

"This is not extortion."

Xing held up a finger, her expression extremely serious, and corrected him with a solemn face.

"This is called a lost and found service with payment."

Qi Ye stared at her for several seconds before giving up on trying to reason with her.

He raised his hand and helplessly wiped his face, then swept his work card, keys, and all other odds and ends into a canvas bag.

He casually tied a tight knot and hoisted it onto his shoulder.

"Alright, we'll charge you the original price of 1200, and deduct 600 from the outstanding amount."

"You still owe me 119,400 credits."

Xing looked at him blankly, full of doubt.

"How did it become 110,000 again? Wasn't it 120,000 before?"

"Your original debt for the Light Cone was 120,000, but 600 has just been deducted."

"Subtract 600 from 120,000, calculate it yourself."

Xing stared at her little hands and counted for a long time, but there weren't enough fingers to count them all.

She simply gave up and abandoned the idea of ​​counting.

"Alright, keep looking."

The two emerged from the office one after the other, each carrying a bulging bag on their shoulder.

Qiye's bag was stuffed with calculators, notebooks, staplers, and all sorts of stationery.

Xing's bag contained compressed biscuits, paper, pens, tape, scissors, and two small table lamps of questionable quality.

Both faces wore identical, slightly sly, satisfied smiles.

The two were just about to set off for the next cabin to continue their looting.

An angry voice came from the front of the corridor.

"You two!"

March 7th stood firmly in the middle of the corridor, hands on hips, eyes narrowed, exuding a strong sense of danger.

Behind her, Dan Heng was supporting the little girl who had just been crying; the girl had stopped crying.

You can see Xing and Qiye carrying big bags, with mischievous smiles on their faces, and then they quietly shrank half an inch behind Danheng.

"What are you two doing?!"

Qi Ye's smile froze instantly as her brain raced, desperately searching for an emergency response.

Xing's smile remained unchanged; she was very calm.

He simply moved the bag on his shoulder behind him with an extremely natural movement, perfectly concealing the stolen goods.

"Gather supplies," Qi Ye said quickly, speaking rapidly.

"Pick up the lost items." Xing said almost at the same time as him.

The two gave different versions of events, but their rhythms overlapped precisely, their tacit understanding was almost unbelievable.

After exchanging a glance, Qi Ye coughed lightly and quickly corrected his words.

"To be precise, it's about collecting supplies left behind by the space station."

"Yes."

Xing nodded vigorously, his expression so open and honest that there wasn't a single flaw in his demeanor.

"The people on the space station evacuated in a hurry, leaving behind a lot of things."

"These things will be trampled by the pawns sooner or later if they are left on the ground. We are just trying to help keep them safe."

"custody?"

March 7th raised an eyebrow, clearly not believing a single word.

"Temporary storage for a fee," Qi Ye immediately added, attempting to justify the operation.

"Value-added temporary storage for a fee," Xing added immediately afterward.

March 7th's gaze swept back and forth across the two faces, finally settling on the two bulging bags.

She took a deep breath and turned to look at Dan Heng, who had been watching the whole thing.

"You tell me, what are those two doing?"

Dan Heng leaned against the wall, arms crossed, his tone still calm and indifferent.

"They ransacked that office for almost ten minutes, even taking the snacks."

March 7th closed his eyes, suppressing the speechlessness in his heart.

She opened her eyes, pointed at Qiye, and spoke in a questioning tone.

"Don't you claim to be a respectable businessman? Is this how businessmen do things—underhanded and clandestine?"

Qi Ye raised his hand to straighten his collar, forcing himself to adopt a serious demeanor.

"Business operations emphasize diversified development; big business is business, and small, fragmented business is also business."

March 7th then turned to point at the innocent-looking star.

"And you! Didn't you have amnesia? You still remember how to ransack someone's office?"

Xing tilted her head slightly, her answer utterly sincere.

"Muscle memory".

March 7th was completely baffled by this outrageous answer.

"What kind of muscle memory can develop the ability to flip through someone's office?!"

"I learned it from playing video games."

He remained unfazed, spouting nonsense with a straight face.

"In the visual novels I used to play, the items were hidden in various corners of the scene, and you had to search carefully to find them all."

"The layout of this space station is similar to a game scene, so I just searched it out."

On March 7th, he opened his mouth but couldn't utter a rebuttal for a long time.

She looked at the stars, then at Qiye, and then at the two large bags of loot.

Finally, he looked to Dan Heng for help, his eyes clearly saying: "Please take care of these two outrageous people!"

When Dan Heng met her gaze, his face remained as indifferent as ever.

He shook his head; without saying a word, his meaning was crystal clear.

Do you think I can control these two guys?