The slightly weird commander's ship girl tour

"Okay, everyone, stop laughing." Huang Chen sternly suppressed his laughter and looked at Benson and asked, "By the way, who did you sell your coffee shop to? A branch?"

This was a question he had thought of before, regardless of whether Richelieu and Scharnhorst had met or not.

It is certain that Richelieu found clues about Bismarck and sent him a letter.

You have to know that Bismarck had no contact with Richelieu before.

Since Richelieu, a man with whom he had no contact at all, could send a letter to a bookstore, then a girl with whom he had no contact at all might also send a letter to a cafe.

Although the possibility is very small, we cannot give up.

"Can it still be sold to the branch?" Benson tilted his head in confusion, with a rabbit ear headband hanging down with his golden hair.

Huang Chen nodded, "When we were in Area S, Tiancheng and the others sold their hot springs to the local shipgirl headquarters."

"It's actually possible!" Benson was immediately indignant and said a little angrily, "I had no idea it was possible. I had no choice but to entrust it to an agent, and now I don't know the result!"

Chapter 740 The Second Letter

Benson was indignant and kept muttering, feeling like he had lost 100 million.

Their cafe is not cheap. They bought the house themselves and the equipment inside is also their own. The decoration, materials, etc. all cost a lot of money.

It may not be much for Bismarck, but for the Rabbit people, it is already a considerable number.

As a result, I could only entrust it to others, but I still haven’t received the money and I don’t know when I will receive it!

Huang Chen said thoughtfully, "Is it okay to entrust it to an agent, and then the money will be mailed to you after it's sold?"

"That's about it." Benson nodded, but still angry.

"Alright, eat more and don't be angry." Huang Chen stood up and rubbed the little guy's head. "This is good. It can be regarded as a channel for contacting them."

Yesterday when I was in the branch with everyone, we talked about a similar issue, but at that time we were thinking about flying a helicopter to distribute flyers.

Now that I still have contact with the agent, things are naturally much better.

After lunch, everyone cleaned up the dishes and went back to their rooms for a nap.

Because everyone was looking forward to hearing from Richelieu, they did not go out in the afternoon.

Although packing is important, it doesn't need to be spent all day. Everyone can rest in the bookstore in the afternoon.

There was a TV in the living room, and melon seeds, peanuts and hot tea were on the coffee table. Everyone sat on the sofa casually, chatting or watching TV.

Benson, however, was a bit restless. He seemed to have forgotten all the stuffiness he had felt at noon and became lively again.

She brought her sisters, changed into sparkly clothes, and stood in the open space of the living room, calling out to everyone, "Next, the Bunny Star will bring you singing and dancing time!!"

Huang Chen was overjoyed. This guy hasn't forgotten about this yet.

In this way, half an afternoon passed quickly, and the sunlight went from bright to dim, hiding in the clouds.

Huang Chen stretched himself, walked to the window, and looked at Qi Peilin in confusion, "What are you looking at?"

This girl has been sitting here since a while ago. She didn't say much while everyone was chatting. Bismarck went back to the study in boredom, but the girl was still sitting here.

"See everything. It's higher up here, and the view is great. You can see everything." Zeppelin paused, glanced back at Huang Chen, as if he was brewing something.

Huang Chen didn't notice it, but he thought about something and suddenly laughed, "The destruction of everything..."

"Hmm?" Zeppelin was taken aback, a look of obvious surprise on his face. His red eyes seemed to slow down a little, and after a moment he nodded, "That's not a bad way to put it."

Huang Chen pursed his lips and suddenly couldn't smile anymore.

He thought that after he finished speaking, Zeppelin would laugh along, or perhaps feel embarrassed, just like the feeling of being embarrassed when someone told his dark history.

But the girl just stared blankly for a moment, then nodded in agreement.

Suddenly, Huang Chen felt like a husky that had sneaked into a wolf pack.

It's like thinking that a group of people are bragging, but in the end you find out that you are the only one bragging.

what happened?

Isn’t my Zeppelin a normal person who is a little silly?

Why did he suddenly become a disgusting monster again?

"What's wrong?" The girl asked in confusion when she saw him silent.

Huang Chen hesitated for a moment, then spoke directly, "I was just wondering why you hate everything so much? Of course, I'm not saying that hate is a bad thing, uh, it's just small talk."

"Who said I hate everything?" Zeppelin asked back.

Huang Chen was stunned, but thought he had just misunderstood, then he heard the girl continue, "I don't hate the Commander."

"And our companions from Iron Blood and Minato."

"I'm not that world-weary. I'm just a pessimist. The world doesn't need me to destroy it. It will meet its own end. All I do is sit on high ground and watch."

The girl spread her hands and actually smiled.

Huang Chen was a little surprised and couldn't help but think of the Zeppelin he knew before. That was a disgusting monster.

Compared with the world-weary people, pessimists seem much more lovable.

Besides, is she really pessimistic? The world will eventually end, right, because of Shang Zeng.

Maybe Zeppelin was actually a reserved scientist.

Regardless, Huang Chen was at least much more active than before. "So that's how it is. I thought you were the type who really wanted to destroy everything."

However, Zeppelin paused, a look of shame and annoyance that hadn't appeared before in his eyes. He explained, "A long, long time ago, there must have been a time like that. But I'm not a kid like Z24, so I can't always be like that."

Huang Chen laughed. Apart from someone with Chuunibyou syndrome, who would want to destroy the world?

Zeppelin also smiled, glanced back at the living room, then stared at the street below, thinking for a moment, "These trees have just been pruned..."

"Hey! I saw the postman!"

Benson had been leaning against the window at some point, pointing down and talking excitedly.

"Where?" Huang Chen's eyes lit up and he looked in the direction the little guy pointed. At the same time, everyone else in the living room also looked over curiously.

Even Bismarck and Tirpitz, who had returned to their study earlier, came over curiously.

Bailey jumped and raised his hands, "I'll go, I'll go, I'll get it back."

Huang Chen looked at Qi Peilin, "What did you want to say just now?"

"Nothing, let's go read Richelieu's letter first." Zeppelin shook his head.

Huang Chen nodded and waited for a while, then saw Bailey coming back jumping with the envelope in his hand.

"Commander, here you go!"

"What are you giving it to me? This is a letter to Bismarck." Huang Chen handed it to the blonde girl.

She didn't refuse, but sat on the sofa and opened the envelope. "Let's take a look together."

Everyone looked over curiously.

Dear Miss Bismarck:

I am glad to hear from you. It is a golden autumn day, with the sweet fragrance of osmanthus. It has been many years since we last met in Hong Kong.

I finally got news of you from Miss Scharnhorst, so I took the liberty of writing to you.

Jean Bart has found the Commander!

The specific details will be discussed in detail when I visit your house next week.

Happiness and simplicity are not permanent, so please cherish and protect yourself.

秋安

Richelieu

"This... is a bit unexpected."

Huang Chen was silent for a long time after reading it. On the one hand, it was because Richelieu actually met Scharnhorst, and on the other hand, the writing style of the letter could only be described as very official.

"That's how Richelieu is. It's normal." Eugen nodded, but was actually a little surprised.

"Okay, it's time to go to the dock to pick her up." Huang Chen shook his head, thinking that the matter was finally over.

But suddenly I heard the sound of jinglingling.

"Someone's ringing the doorbell," Bismarck explained, and Bailey jumped up again, "I'll go!"

The little guy moved quickly and ran back after a while, looking confused, and then handed over something.

"Commander, another letter."

Chapter 741 Beizhai, Beizhai

Another letter.

Huang Chen walked forward with some doubt, took it, looked at the name on it, and slowly read it out, "It was sent from Tunnan, and the person who sent the telegram is called Xia Mi."

Speaking of this, he frowned slightly. Both Tunnan and Xia Mi were quite unfamiliar terms.

However, Benson, who had been keeping his ears perked up, suddenly jumped up and said, "Me, me, me! This is a letter for me!"

Huang Chen glanced down and saw Benson's name.

Suddenly, I realized, "Real estate agent?"

"That should be it." Benson jumped over excitedly, opened the envelope in two seconds, and spread it on the coffee table to look at it.

It must have been sold, right? A money order? No, it was a telegram, but it must be good news.

The beautiful girl quickly read the contents of the letter and then cheered, "Great! The letter said that an agreement has been reached. The money order will be mailed after the contract is signed. They also confirmed my address."

Bismarck looked at it and nodded slightly, "We should still have a week or two before we set off. We'll have enough time, but we can be a little safer."

"I also think it's safer to wait two weeks before sending it directly to the port area."

Benson nodded, his bunny ear headband swaying in agreement. He patted the corner of his clothes and stood up. "I'll go prepare the reply and send it back soon."

Huang Chen was suddenly at a loss for words and rubbed the beautiful girl's head. "No need to be so anxious. It will be the same if we go tomorrow."

He extended his hand again and waved it in front of the girl. "And you have to ask who bought the cafe and talk to her about what we discussed earlier. In short, you have to write this letter well."

Benson nodded, his face serious, and stood up straight, almost saluting.

Huang Chen looked at the girl's funny look and couldn't help but reach out his hand, pretending to hit her, but the girl dodged.

He didn't care and stared at the letter Richelieu had sent earlier. "Here, I can give Richelieu a surprise when the time comes."

He sat on the sofa, his mind wandering.

Should I write to ask Jean Bart and Dunkirk to come as well?

Under normal circumstances, there is definitely no need for a reunion, but Richelieu's situation is special after all.

You know, for several months, Jean Bart had been saying that the Richelieu was coming, right behind the Windward, but she still hadn't arrived.

Jean Bart must have felt somewhat aggrieved.

He thought about it and finally felt that it was unnecessary. He had been feeling depressed for several months, so another week or two wouldn't make a difference.

"It was indeed a great surprise," Bismarck said with a smile, "not only for Richelieu, but also for me, to have received the news about Scharnhorst."

Huang Chen came back to his senses and nodded, as did Scharnhorst.

This letter from Richelieu was indeed a coincidence, even more so than the last time in Yubari. Huang Chen felt that it would be difficult for him to encounter such a coincidence again.

After reading the letter, everyone continued what they were doing.

Huang Chen wanted to continue chatting with Qi Peilin, but the girl seemed a little distracted and went back to her room without saying a few words.

So he had to continue watching TV with Rafi in his arms.

Without Benson, the main source of energy, the living room suddenly became much quieter. Even U47, whose whereabouts had been unknown, appeared and sat quietly in the corner reading a book.

Huang Chen felt a little tired lying on the sofa, so he stood up and stretched, then walked around to rest, strolling around like a street kid.

He looked at the kitchen, the study, and then pushed open a few half-open bedroom doors.

Although we have a break in the afternoon, it is also a torture to have nothing to do. When the little ones like Z25 have finished playing, they continue to clean up their rooms.

Huang Chen looked around and finally walked to the door of Tirpitz's room.