"How much." Ke Qier looked at the consultant blankly.
"One hundred and fifty thousand." The eight eyes of the consultant were revealed from above the eight lenses. Staring at him emotionlessly.
"How much?" Ke Qier rubbed his ears.
"One hundred and fifty thousand."
"How much?"
No doubt the angel heard it the first time, but was reluctant to accept it. In intelligent creatures this behavior is called "protest repetition."
They actually don't know what 150,000 can do.
True and False Angels have not spent their money elsewhere. The fees charged by terminal offices are also not public.
Each case is a combination of many different factors to arrive at the final price - not only cost, difficulty, time-consuming, scale, but also the selfishness of the handlers, various justified prejudices, humidity, etc. must be considered. The smoothness of the ink pen's water discharge and other luck fluctuations are all added up, and then the measured values are substituted and then corrected.
Even so, they can still feel the basic concept of magnitude.
On the edge of the Ocean of Nothingness, the money box of the Black Money Manufacturing Factory, which can hold 10,000 structures, only has less than 1,000 in it. Less than a hundred logic beads can make a severely disturbed and almost dying structure heal its wounds and return to life.
One hundred and fifty thousand is indeed a bit too much.
"Can it be less?" he asked the consultant in a thoughtful manner. "Like five hundred or something."
To be honest, they can't even come up with five hundred, but it's okay to ask first.
"Sorry, no. This number is calculated and I have no authority to change it."
The counselor was neither annoyed nor accommodating. "The price of the final office is always the final price."
"Nice slogan."
Icha shrugged. "So. I want to meet your boss."
"Sorry, there's no room for negotiation." The consultant crossed his arms and leaned on the back of his chair.
"I just wanted to ask him something."
"He doesn't meet directly with clients. Even we can't meet him. Please drop this idea."
This answer is completely expected.
There is indeed no one in sight of the legendary lawyer at the end of the road - based on this inference, there must be something seriously wrong with his personality and appearance.
"There are always exceptions to things." Yi Cha leaned forward and persuaded with kind words. If it weren't for the incredible number of 150,000, he thought there was no need to work so hard. "I wonder where the exception to this is."
"No exceptions. He won't see anyone."
"No." Yi Cha shook his hand. "Just now he was spying on me and my friends. I believe he must have been impressed by our dancing."
"Yes. I bear witness." Ke Qier interjected.
The consultant stared at them coldly, like a soft and hard resting stone that would not be eaten. It seemed that everything was under his ruthless iron grip.
But if you look closely, one of his upper right eyes turned blankly twice, revealing his innermost feelings - he actually didn't understand what Yi Cha was saying, he was just maintaining his attitude.
"I don't know about this. As far as I know, nothing similar has happened." After a pause, the consultant replied businesslikely. "No matter which advisory officer you ask, most questions about our boss will be answered with no comment."
"Most of them -" Icha put his elbows on the table between them and tilted his head to look at the consultant's expression. Perhaps because of the fierce look in his eyes unintentionally, the consultant subconsciously ducked slightly, and the bottom glasses fell on the table.
"——That means it still exists."
Yi Cha casually grabbed the glasses and put them on the bridge of his nose. "It seems I can only ask one by one."
The glasses were not a decoration. The moment he put them on, symbols popped out of his field of vision, and the outline of the consultant became clear in his eyes.
The name, number, and even some simple information were instantly displayed on the line frame on the consultant's chest - his name was Haas, and he was a consultation number. I like the manipulation of receptionists, watching the sinking of small villages with left-handed corals, forced equilateral octagonal and syncopated half-step mating, but don't like recreational time travel, thread-pulling games, colleagues who breathe too many times during meetings, and long-beaked people. Bell fish.
Haas immediately snatched the glasses away - Cha did not stop him, he had already seen what he should see and what he should not see. It was too late for the advisory officer to take any action to defend himself.
Haas put his glasses back on the bottom pair of eyes, and his trapezoidal lips twitched.
Ke Qier looked at this sudden change with a blank expression.
"Okay. Thank me. I'm not interested in this. I just want to talk to you about serious things."
Yicha grinned at the consultant. “Back to our haunting End Lawyer talk.
I ask you--
What exactly is going on with the chip upgrade? When did it start? Are you doing this just to usurp the property and land of other structures?
Even so, why did he occupy so much land that did not belong to him and not make any use of it?
Excluding this incident, his activities of making black money were so blatant, we just passed by there - there was no cover up in that place. He didn't even bother to clean up the mess. Does the Grand Node Officer really know nothing about this? Where is the Grand Assembly Officer?
to be honest--"
Yi Cha leaned back in the chair, spread out a hand, and spoke sincerely. "Just think that I'm here to learn from experience. I really want to know how to break the rules freely under the nose of a direct leader."
Just as he thought. Haas didn't answer a single question.
In fact, when Yi Cha was halfway through speaking, he had already covered his ears and lowered his head half-bent on the table. It seems that there are some things that he not only does not have the authority to say, but also does not even have the authority to listen to.
Haas lay still on the table.
"I don't think he will tell us anything." After waiting for a while, Ke Qier whispered to Yi Cha. "He's made it obvious before."
"I know." Yi Cha replied quietly.
He glanced up at the gray ceiling behind Haas. Water seemed to be seeping down from the far corner, and dark patterns spread slowly like an afternoon nap.
"What should we do? He ignored us." Ke Qier asked softly again.
"Let's go." Yi Cha clapped his hands and said.
"Uh. But we didn't ask anything."
"How not."
Echa made a gesture. "One hundred and fifty thousand."
"I'm talking about them. About our ghost and the Recorder," said Kircher worriedly. "About the terminal lawyer thing."
"Like you said, you can't find out from him."
Yicha replied, stood up and walked out. "His service ends here."
"Then why do you ask in such detail?"
Keqier hurriedly put the chair back into place, thanked Haas again, and then followed him out.
