HCB Chapter 286 The company’s lapdog
Chapter 286 The company’s lapdog
Chapter 286 The Company’s Pug
Chapter 286 The Company’s Pug
In the dead of night, the neon lights around Grax Avenue during the golden hour were as bright as ever, and advertisements for Suleda Soda were played on various equilateral electronic screens.
This place of bright lights and greenery always makes people feel fascinated, but at the same time they feel that it is just an empty mirage.
Standing on the top of the building and overlooking the CBD area with lights like a sea wave, you will always feel like you are on top. The ambition at that moment can simply conquer the world.
Due to the explosion at the Grand Theater and the out-of-control service equipment caused by the interference of dreams, Grax Avenue was particularly deserted tonight.
Tonight's fireworks show ended early, and the shops around the main road were closed one after another, leaving only a few self-service shops with their doors open.
The huge signboards hanging between the high-rise buildings were still glowing slightly, and even the colorful ball cages passing by on the tracks overhead on the deserted street were extremely rare. Two figures stood one behind the other on the deserted street, and everything was completely silent. .
"Hey, let me ask you..." The figure standing in front slowly turned around and said casually, "Is your way of attracting a girl's attention by stalking her in a big way? It's been almost half an hour. oh."
"To be precise, it's 45 minutes." The man looked down at his watch and smiled calmly, "Happy time always flies by, doesn't it?"
"Hey, little peacock... you have beautiful eyes." Hanabi raised her eyes to look at the man standing calmly across the street, and asked casually, "Is your hometown from Zigannia?"
"Want a further hint? Like, I'm an Ewekin?"
"Well... my eyes are not as good as yours, but I'm not blind..."
"Is there anyone in the universe who doesn't know you Gynecians?" Hanabi said lightly, "A born liar, thief, social butterfly...a sweet talker and a sharp sword, you live up to your reputation."
"If you ask me, you are more suitable to stay under the manhole cover than in a dream...Ah, there is one in Pinoconi now. Go quickly~" Hanabi raised her head slightly and cast her gaze in the direction of the Oti Shopping Center, as if to say something. waving.
"No need, dark corners don't suit my temperament." Sand Jin laughed, "This dream is more suitable for me, frivolous, vain, flashy..."
He touched the suit on his body and raised his head to look at the dark night sky, sighing a little: "...It won't rain yet! My outfit is very delicate and cannot withstand the wind and rain."
"Stop your naughty tongue, little peacock." Hanabi had a professional smile on her face, and her words were full of disgust.
It's not that she has never seen this kind of behavior, or rather, among the people she knows, there is a guy who is far more stinky than him, otherwise there would be no such shameless nickname as "Melancholy Handsome Guy".
She had asked about the reason for this nickname before, wondering if it might be some kind of fun reason.
But the man smoothed his hair back into a traditional handsome man's back style and plausibly said that it was a title that everyone expected.
He said that people die every moment in this world, whether they are unknown or famous.
When an unknown person dies, he dies, just like a gust of wind blowing by. Anyway, no one will remember him forever, and he didn't do anything earth-shattering, so naturally it's not worth publishing a biography to remember him.
He didn't want to die so lonely, nor did he want to live so anonymously, otherwise there would be nothing to write on the tombstone after his death. The words "once lived in this world" were repeated over and over on the entire epitaph.
He thought it would be nice to be like the pure and beautiful star god Idrila. After so many years of silence, a stubborn group of people were still searching for her like crazy. They did not forget to sing hymns along the way, even if they were helping the old lady cross the road. Don’t forget to say that you are a member of the Pure Beauty Knights.
In the end, while touching his chin and admiring himself in the mirror, he plausibly said that no matter whether it is doing good things or evil things, or carrying forward the spirit of the fool and having fun throughout life, as long as you have done awesome things, there will be no difference in the world. There will always be someone who remembers you.
Before Hanabi could applaud his speech, she saw him take out a stack of leaflet-like copies from his arms, with the words 'Melancholy Handsome Guy' printed all over it.
While pumping his fist, he shouted enthusiastically that he would plaster flyers all over the universe and become famous all over the world, and sooner or later he would drag Idli down.
"Please come back. We are fools, not fools. We don't intend to play friend games with the company's lapdogs." Hanabi said calmly as her thoughts drifted back.
"Oh, are you serious?" Sha Jin raised his head in surprise, "Have you never made friends with anyone in the company?"
"Do you think I haven't read the history of Pinocchio? Don't try to get me involved in your boring office politics." Hanabi waved her hand, lazily talked to him, and turned around to leave.
"Fool - ever since you were invited to participate in this grand event, you have had no choice." Sha Jin raised his eyebrows slightly and said deeply, "Choose a side in time, and don't let yourself lose everything."
"You sound very confident~ It seems like you have already taken care of the chicken wing boy in the family." Hanabi covered her mouth and giggled.
"How did you do it, little peacock?"
"Take off your clothes, kneel down and apologize to him, and promise, 'Oh, oh, oh, the company will never have any idea of Pinoconi'?"
"Friends... come on, you only use others as bargaining chips." Hanabi shrugged.
"Aren't the chips bad? On the gambling table, you only have chips and you won't lose yourself. You see, friends from Liuguang Yiting and Xingdome Train understand this. They are very smart." Sand Jin stared at the fireworks and faded away. back view.
Hanabi's footsteps suddenly stopped in mid-air, and she slowly turned around and stared into Sha Jin's eyes: "You seem to know the people on the Star Train very well. Do you think you are the only smart person?"
"But smart people will never get involved in the game from the beginning. Often those who talk about being smart are the real fools."
"Listen up, little peacock, you have also received an invitation from the tavern. Do you want to invite the Masked Fool to join you? Yes, use your brain to find out what the God of Fun wants."
"Let me give you a hint. Since you can't convince anyone, why not consider finding a mute to be your friend?" Hanabi retracted her gaze and turned away with a chuckle. "At least she won't contradict you, haha."
Sha Jin stared at Hanabi's back and gradually disappeared into the neon lights among the high-rise buildings. He was silent for a moment, nodded, and his voice drifted farther and farther: "Thank you! Making friends with a mute - I will remember it in my heart!"
He had to answer Hanabi's question seriously, because a week ago, an unknown gray-haired passenger on the Star Train suddenly equaled his rank.
It was an appointment from the board of directors. Although it was a pensionary job, the class was the same.
Whether it is the upcoming press conference of Louis Fleming, a legendary figure in the universe, or the unknown gray-haired guest suddenly leaping across the dragon gate, it means that there are at least variables on the Star Dome Train that he is completely unaware of. .
"...It's really troublesome." Sand Jin looked into the windy darkness through the neon lights with heavy halo, "It seems that I have to go to meet the family again."
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Memory is like a root seedling in the barren soil of the desert. It is exposed to the fierce sunlight day after day and is hidden deep in the soil. At this moment, suddenly the strong wind and heavy rain come, and the root seedling breaks through the soil and grows grandly.
Fireworks strolled along the deserted streets, the city lights were bright in the night, and the advertisements were played back and forth on the high-hanging screens on the streets, either for Soda Soda or Clockboy cartoons.
The noisy advertisements on the big screen don't do much. Even though they are loud, they still feel empty.
In the middle of the deserted street, she was wandering aimlessly with her hands in her hand. Her figure was thin and increasingly transparent, as if the bubbles she had blown had finally reached the critical point and were about to explode with the bubbles in the next second. open.
It stands to reason that she had made the greatest determination many years ago. Even if she occasionally recalled the past, she should have walked lightly. But as she walked, unexplainable loneliness enveloped her, and even this body made of memory felt... exhausted.
She raised her head and looked quietly in the direction of the Daydream Hotel, her eyes between clear and empty, as if staring at a certain figure across tens of thousands of pavilions.
She suddenly remembered that when he stuffed the stack of flyers into her arms, he seemed to have changed. He lowered his head and said solemnly: "If you don't want to be such a big shot, you don't want to be unknown all your life and not be remembered by anyone." Stay, then go get a hug.
The kind of hug that only when you are hugged tightly can you know that you are still alive. Writing it in a book is a kind of lasting history, and being deeply left in someone's memory is also a kind of eternity.
So...are you nobody or are you famous? Hanabi suddenly giggled, and in the unbridled yet brisk laughter, her body dissipated like bubbles.
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