Genshin Impact: Forced to Become a Follower of the Seven Gods

"What the hell are you thinking about?" Su Ming yawned, speechless, "Am I the kind of person who would give dirty things to my sister?"

Su Ming touched the ring and took out a familiar pink sack and pink baseball bat from his backpack. "These are my tools for committing crimes."

Tartaglia was slightly startled, then pointed at the pink gift box and asked in confusion: "What did you put in that box?"

Su Ming thought for a moment and pursed his lips, "A hammer with a bow-shaped head and a sack of the same style."

The kind that can change into any color you want.

The corner of Tartaglia's mouth twitched, "You..."

He admitted that his sister was a warrior like himself, but he could hardly imagine his sister swinging a sledgehammer at people.

"Those kids in Liyue Harbor dared to poke with spears before they were even as tall as the tip of their spears, let alone Dong Niya." Su Ming put away the tools used in the crime and tapped the gift box with his fingertips. "Dong Niya was born to be a warrior."

"Isn't there a gift for me?"

The door of the reception room was quietly pushed open a crack, and the white-haired man poked his head out, "I am the protagonist today, okay?"

Su Ming turned his head and took a look. "If you are not satisfied with my gift...then come back and I will change it for you. What weapon do you want?"

Su Yi pursed her lips and pushed open the door. "I suddenly feel that my one-handed sword is very easy to use."

As he spoke, Su Yi turned his body to reveal the figure behind him.

The man, who looked even shorter than the boy, was wearing a black suit and nodded slightly towards the room.

Su Ming and Tartaglia stood up, "Mr. Mayor."

The round lenses of his glasses shone with white light, his hands were folded on top of his cane, and his white hair and beard trembled with his breathing.

The rooster moved slowly but without any sign of staggering. He slowly moved to the sofa beside him and sat down.

"Young people are more polite..." Puccini sighed slightly, tapping his fingertips on his cane, "Pantarone has no respect for me at all..."

Look at those two little kids, they stood up to welcome him!

Pantalone curled his lips and said, "Mr. Mayor, if there is a day when I stand up and treat you with respect, it must be at your farewell funeral."

Su Ming: ...

Su Ming glanced at Su Yi and returned to the sofa silently.

Su Yi shrugged and turned to walk out.

What are you looking at? With four executive officers together, it’s already a blessing from the Queen that his Su family mansion is not destroyed!

"Arrogant." Puccini snorted and reached out to touch the beard at the corner of his lips. "But I'm not here to see you today. I..."

At this point, Pucciniella turned his head and looked at Su Ming through the lens, "Adonis, your propaganda tactics may require my participation."

Su Ming raised his eyes and showed his usual gentle smile, "Of course."

The rooster smiled with satisfaction and sighed again, "Adonis is truly a rare talent among us fools..."

"Hey, Mr. Mayor." Tartaglia sighed and said helplessly: "Isn't it me? I have a much better conscience than Pantalone."

Hearing this, the rooster closed his eyes in annoyance, but there was no expression of impatience on his face.

Being a bad guy, you say you have a conscience?

"You..." Pucciniella smiled at the young master, "Aren't you also a lone ranger?"

"Adonis is one of the few Fatui who has a sense of colleagueship..." Pulcinella sighed and looked at Su Ming with a smile.

In terms of his background, his mother was an intelligence officer and his father was a politician, and he himself was deeply trusted by the Queen.

Su Ming's own business empire involved the rich, he used the Mora Circle to kill the doctor, and his intelligence network involved the servants.

Even Scaramucci, the most eccentric and uncontrollable person, would surely reluctantly help if Su Ming was in danger.

Su Ming shrugged his shoulders while holding the wine glass, and said seriously, "Don't say that. My boss is also very friendly with his colleagues. After all, he never deducts the operation funds."

Yes, except for the doctor who was caught saying bad things last time, the rest of them never deduct money.

"Yes." Pantalone smiled gently and pushed his glasses up with his fingers. "As we all know, Mora is the most important thing and the least important thing."

Pucciniella raised his chin slightly. "In that case, can Su Yi's funding be increased? He has provided us with a great executive."

Su Ming thought about the stack of Moraka that his cheap father had collected, and frowned slightly, "I don't think it's necessary."

"Of course." Pantalone seemed not to have heard Su Ming's words, and said with a smile: "Mrs. Galina's funding will also increase. After all, I am also curious about how an intelligence specialist and a politician gave birth to a businessman."

Or to put it another way, a socialite?

Tartaglia propped up his face and tilted his head, "Maybe it's because I pretended too well during those years as an undercover."

"That makes sense." Puccini nodded thoughtfully, his brows slightly furrowed, as if he was really thinking.

Su Ming: ...

"Isn't it abnormal to discuss this in front of me?" Su Ming took a deep breath and put the wine glass into the rooster's hand. "Mr. Mayor, I don't think you would like to be on the cover of the light novel with Pantalone."

Puccini was silent for a moment and said nothing more.

He is a politician after all, and politicians have to have dignity!

Pantalone's fingertips moved slightly, "If Mr. Mayor is willing to change his face, I don't mind becoming your...CP?"

To make money, no shame!

Su Ming turned his head silently, looking serious, "Actually, I also want to see the mayor change his face."

Tartaglia glanced sideways slightly, her eyes full of curiosity.

"Hmm..." The rooster raised his hand and touched his beard, and said seriously: "No, this way is more aura."

Politicians!

Whose mayor has a child's face...

Su Ming finished his drink and fell on the sofa. "So we are going to keep making sarcastic remarks here until the dinner starts?"

"Maybe..." Tartaglia muttered, grabbing a pillow and putting it in his arms, "If Tonya wasn't here, I might have found a lucky person on the ice field to spar with."

"Um..." Pantalone silently took out an account book from his arms and looked at Su Ming, "If you don't mind, can you help me with the work?"

"I mind." The fake smile on Su Ming's face disappeared instantly, and he silently took out the pot and shook it, "We can still play mahjong."

At once, everyone's eyes focused on him.

Tartaglia rolled her eyes silently, "Can't you let me save some money to support my younger brothers and sisters?"