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

"grown ups."

Anina came over with a basket of letters, looking respectful, "It seems there are letters from the General Affairs Department."

Su Ming was stunned for a moment, then opened the letters and read through them one by one.

On the side, Zhongli was calmly sipping tea. A blonde girl appeared out of nowhere and looked at the man in front of her, hesitant to speak.

After thinking for a moment, Ying covered her mouth and quietly approached Zhongli, "Mr. Zhongli, have you ever helped Su Ming?"

Zhongli was slightly stunned by what he was doing and looked at Ying with a puzzled look.

Is he the kind of person who can enlighten others?

The effect of enlightenment is far less obvious than that of a star.

"Su Ming seems unhappy..." Ying blinked and said seriously, "I told you this when I asked you to come here before, have you forgotten?"

It was clearly her who went to the Hall of Rebirth to bring Zhongli to provide psychological counseling for Su Ming...

Zhongli thought about it and raised his chin to the side, "Do you think he needs it?"

Hearing this, Ying blinked and turned her head.

The black-haired man held a pile of letters and looked through them quickly, while giving instructions to Miss Anina.

The look on his face as he was pointing out the world did not show at all the loneliness he had when listening to an opera.

"It seems..." Ying pursed her lips and gritted her teeth.

It's really not necessary.

"?" After a long while, Su Ming finally unpacked the box to the end. The confusion on his face almost made him write a 30,000-word self-criticism. "What the hell is this?"

On the side, Anina frowned slightly, feeling very embarrassed, "This..."

"What's wrong?" Ying tilted her head curiously, "Do you need help?"

She looked very troubled. If she helped, it was only because of her friendship with Su Ming, and definitely not because she wanted to surrender to the enemy!

Su Ming shook the letter in his hand and looked up, "Why did Miss Yan Fei sue me?"

When the letter was unfolded, it was obviously the letter of complaint that Yan Fei sent to the General Affairs Department for filing, as well as the notice copied from the General Affairs Department.

"Miss Yan Fei?" Ying was confused for a moment, and asked blankly: "Which you?"

It is unlikely that Su Ming will get into trouble with a lawsuit, but disaster...

"The Fatui executive officer, Disaster..." Su Ming carefully looked at the front and back of the letter, then turned to look at Anina, "The Qiuqiu Group shouldn't forcibly seize someone else's Mora, right?"

Isn't that what a young master would do?

Black-hearted capitalists like them would never personally take action in public.

"No." Anina frowned and picked up a piece of letter paper that was accidentally dropped from Su Ming's feet. "It seems that the victim is Mr. Maocai..."

"Lord Maocai? Who?" Su Ming frowned and crumpled the letter paper together again. "Send it back to Zhidong. The disaster is not in Liyue. Just wait."

He goes when he is called. As an executive, doesn't he have any dignity?

"Mr. Maocai..." Paimeng frowned and thought for a while, his fingers unconsciously grasping the ribbon behind Ying, "Did we..."

Before he finished speaking, Ying's eyes lit up, "That's the one you almost strangled to death! You were acting super scary at the time!"

Su Ming narrowed his eyes and recalled for a moment, then shook his head, "I've pinched so many people. Tell me who you completed the commission with, or is there anything you remember vividly?"

"It was when Xingqiu and I just met..." Ying frowned, "Lord Maocai is the one who has a very big house in Yujingtai."

Hearing this, a hint of realization flashed across Su Ming's eyes.

Ah, I remembered it.

"Mr. Maocai refuses to move?" Su Ming turned his head to look at Anina, wondering, "Didn't anyone inform him?"

Anina blinked, puzzled, "You gave this matter to the young master. I heard that Lord Maocai was so scared that he ran away the next day, but I don't know why..."

Not only did he not run away, he also planned to confront the Fatui head-on.

Su Ming touched his chin and lowered his eyes to look at the letter in his hand.

The house was not moved, and he suddenly overcame his fear and found Zhang San, the most famous person in Liyue Harbor...

"Anina, go and answer the lawsuit." After thinking for a moment, Su Ming put down the letter and said, "Take his mortgage agreement."

"You're interested in Lord Maocai's house?" Ying frowned slightly, and glanced at Su Ming in doubt. "You... it's not like you can't afford a house in Liyue Harbor..."

Su Ming rubbed his fingertips and said innocently: "But I just like his house, and..."

"And what?" Paimon tilted his head, "I always feel that you are the kind of person who would set a trap for Lord Maocai..."

Unconsciously, Maocai's public housing and Mora fell into Su Ming's pocket, and he has been wandering the streets since then.

Su Ming thought for a moment and said, "He owed Pantalone money, and I helped him pay it back in exchange for a house, but now he doesn't want to acknowledge it..."

Mr. Maocai... probably doesn't have this kind of brain, right?

So the Seven Stars' counterattack against the disaster has begun? Or is it just a small test?

"Is there any problem with the contract?" Ying frowned and thought for a while, then said, "If there is no problem with the contract, then Miss Yan Fei should not accept such a commission that is bound to lose."

Hearing this, Su Ming frowned.

Debts, mortgages, transactions...

"The contract is fine." Su Ming stuffed the letter into Anina's hands and chuckled, "Whether the person has any problems or not is not certain."

"Then you..." Paimon hesitated for a moment, and finally said, "The Traveler and I can go talk to Miss Yan Fei... and tell her about these things."

"No need." Su Ming stood up and suddenly took out a pile of white gauze from the wooden box at the kitchen door.

"What are you going to do?" Paimon and Ying looked at each other, confusion in their eyes.

Su Ming...is doing something that they can't understand again.

"Zhongli..." Paimeng looked at Su Ming's seemingly crazy movements and cast a blank gaze at Zhongli, "Is Su Ming still normal?"

Why does it feel like Su Ming is not sad, but a little... crazy excited?

Zhongli shook his head slightly and sighed, "I just let it go."

He just thought too much. He no longer only wanted to harm Yue Haiting, but even wanted to stab his former boss in the back and cause some trouble to the accounts of the Northland Bank.

Zhongli could now almost imagine Su Ming's innocent expression as he said that he had resigned and refused to work overtime. Maybe Su Ming could even deliver anti-hair loss drugs to Northland Bank according to the standard of three meals a day.

Su Ming, after a brief period of seclusion, became even crazier.

"All right."

After a while, Su Ming stood up from the wooden box and shook the white gauze in his hand.

The white gauze was extremely wide, like a curtain with two black buttons sewn on it and a blood-red tongue smeared with jam.

"You..." The blonde girl's voice trembled, and she pointed at the white yarn in disbelief, "What are you going to do?"

Su Ming showed a gentle smile, holding the white gauze in his hands and shaking it, "I decided to set an alarm clock and go to send some warmth to Mr. Maocai every half an hour."

Not moving, right?

Then don't move.