On the Xingqiong Railway, Fu Xuan chased her husband for thousands of miles!

“Is there anything wrong with cheating your old employer when you change jobs?

I was very kind not to sneakily delete a few lines of code before I left.

Besides, the Qiongguan array algorithm used by Xianzhou now has evolved several times. My pink-haired boss is not very good in other aspects, but his level in divination is really good. "

March 7, who had never worked before, was shocked:

"Is it still possible?"

Xing touched his chin and said:

"This fits my imagination of Fu Qian very well."

San Yueqi hesitated for a moment, and couldn't help but ask Fu Qian:

"Isn't it said that the people in Xianzhou Taibusi can tell fortunes and predict good and bad luck? You have been saying bad things about your boss here all the time, won't she notice it?"

Fu Qian smiled contemptuously, and his tone became very arrogant:

"Of course she will notice it, but what can I do? If she has the guts, she can run out from Luofu and catch me~ Come on~"

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"Ah sneeze... ah sneeze..."

The continuous sneezing sounds forced Jing Yuan to open his eyes.

He looked down at the girl beside him, and an interesting arc appeared on the corner of his mouth:

"What's wrong, Fu Qing? You have been sneezing since just now."

Fu Xuan rubbed his nose vigorously and said stubbornly:

"Nothing, just a cold."

Jing Yuan raised his eyebrows, seeing through it but not saying anything:

"Then Fu Qing, you must take care of your health. After all, there are still many areas where I need your help and advice."

As he spoke, Jing Yuan stretched comfortably and said:

"When I think about it carefully, I am really lucky. I have Fu Qing to help me with everything. It's a pity that I have to trouble Fu Qing to work harder."

"Humph."

Fu Xuan snorted coldly and said:

"Then don't just talk about it. Why don't you just give me the general's seat so that you don't have to work so hard here anymore."

As Fu Xuan spoke, he couldn't help but emphasize the words "tough and laborious".

Jing Yuan laughed, as if he had found something fun.

Fu Xuan felt very unhappy about this, but there was nothing he could do.

Just as she was about to say something, she couldn't help but sneeze twice. She gritted her teeth fiercely and whispered:

"Fu Qian, you little bastard... don't let me catch you... A-choo!"

Chapter 27: Digging into the Black Tower

Esta: [Fu Qian, a clerk named Rong Cangzhong met with your train crew and came to me and told me that he must leave the space station no matter what. Do you have any idea about this?]

Fu Qian: [Fu Qian doesn’t know. Don’t worry about Fu Qian’s business.]

Esta: [Emoji-Pam is confused]

Estelle: [But he clearly said that he followed your advice.]

Fu Qian: [I am not, I don’t have it.]

Estelle: [Hmm? Really?]

Fu Qian: [Really!]

Estelle: [Then come to my office. I have something to discuss with you.]

Estelle: [Hurry up.]

Esta: [Emoji-Pam is angry]

Looking at the message displayed on the screen, Fu Qian couldn't help but fall into silence.

broken.

The attempt to steal someone else's talent was discovered.

How to do?

Otherwise, just start running directly.

But if it's just this smooth...

From now on, I will no longer be able to receive money from the rich woman, and can only go out and tell fortunes for others to make money.

Thinking of this, Fu Qian couldn't help but sigh:

"Alas, life is not easy. I have no choice but to go and take a look."

San Yueqi, who was looking at his phone nearby, noticed Fu Qian's actions and asked curiously:

"Eh? Fu Qian, what are you going to do?"

"I……"

Fu Qian looked at the ignorant and cute little Sanyue and couldn't help but come up with a plan.

"Uh, Sanyue, let me ask you a question. What do you think Rong Cang will choose in the end?"

Fu Qian asked San Yue Qi seemingly casually.

San Yueqi was confused and answered subconsciously:

"Huh? I don't know."

"Take a guess."

"Oh……"

San Yue Qi looked at Fu Qian suspiciously, but still answered honestly:

"I think he should go to the Institute of Knowledge, right?"

Fu Qian continued to ask:

"Why do you guess so?"

"Um……"

San Yue Qi put his index finger to his lips and answered thoughtfully:

"It's too risky for him to go home, but staying in the space station will make him depressed due to excessive pressure, so in the end he should go to the Boshi Society, right?"

Thinking of this, March 7 couldn't help but complain:

"I really didn't expect that the pressure on the staff in the Black Tower Space Station would be so great. Fortunately, there is no need for grading and assessment on the Star Dome Train, otherwise I would be in danger."

"really."

Fu Qian agreed with this very much.

March Seven rolled his eyes and said unhappily:

"Hey! Don't agree with this kind of thing! You straight bastard!"

Then, March Seven asked Fu Qian:

"So? Why are you asking this suddenly?"

"Ahem, it's nothing."

Fu Qian coughed and changed the subject:

"Stationmaster Estelle wants to see me for something. I'll be over there first."

After saying that, Fu Qian ran out immediately, leaving San Yueqi alone standing there, scratching his head in confusion.

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"In other words... Is this all because the atmosphere in the Black Tower Space Station is too depressing, causing the staff to be too stressed?"

Esta listened to the voice coming from Fu Qian's cell phone, lowered her head slightly, and felt that the problem was indeed serious.

"Even March Seventh thinks so..."

Fu Qian on the side nodded repeatedly:

"Yes, yes, so Rong Cang's decision to leave the Black Tower Space Station has nothing to do with me."

"It has nothing to do with it..."

Estelle raised her head, squinted at Fu Qian, and said:

"But it has something to do with 100,000 credit points?"

"Cough cough..."

Fu Qian cleared his throat, trying to ease the embarrassment:

"Stationmaster, please listen to my explanation."

"Okay, okay, no need to say more."

Esta shook her head, stopping Fu Qian from trying to continue.

She knows everything with her feet.

Fu Qian will definitely talk a lot of nonsense next, and there may not be one true sentence among his ten sentences.

Estelle hesitated for a moment and said:

"However... we should pay more attention to the mental health of the space station staff. The space station was recently invaded by the Legion, and the staff's panic needs to be relieved. Why not just invite two powerful psychologists over?"

Having said that, Estelle couldn't help but look at Fu Qian, with a little complaint in her eyes:

"If all the staff members decide to leave the space station due to psychological problems and are guided by some people with ulterior motives, then I will not be able to continue my job as the station chief."

Fu Qian was overjoyed when he heard this:

"That's perfect, isn't it? Then you can come directly to our Starry Sky Train and follow me around the universe to enjoy delicious food and drinks. Isn't that wonderful?"

If only Estelle could get on the train.

Then the Starry Sky Train will never have to worry about money again.

"Don't think I don't know what you're thinking."

Estelle couldn't help but scold Fu Qian with a smile:

"What? It's not enough to poach the staff members of the Black Tower Space Station, now you want to poach me, the station chief?"

Fu Qian nodded seriously:

"As long as the hoe is used well, there is no corner that cannot be dug down."

Estelle rolled her eyes at Fu Qian:

"You should talk to Ms. Black Tower about this."

This was just a joke.

But Fu Qian's expression became serious and he fell into deep thought.

Estelle was startled:

"Hey, hey, hey, you're not having any dangerous thoughts again, are you?"

Fu Qian shook his head:

"It's not dangerous, it's not dangerous. I was just thinking, can I carry a Black Tower doll back to the Starry Sky Train? When something happens, I can call out the Black Tower, and when nothing happens, I can let the doll automatically help Pam sweep the floor or something. It sounds pretty good."

Estelle was horrified:

"I advise you to calm down!"

Black Tower's character itself is very bad.