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The little black cat was flustered at the beginning, but then he spoke more and more smoothly, and finally concluded: "If you rashly say love to a person you have known for a long time, it will generally be regarded as love of love. The little black cat was scared just now. Jump."

"So it's like this, so you can't say this sentence casually to people who have no blood relationship?" Bamboo asked.

"That's right." The little black cat was secretly relieved, and sure enough, the other party didn't understand the meaning at all.

It really wasn't love... The little black cat heaved a sigh of relief, and smiled self-deprecatingly, thinking about it, not to mention anything else, even his age was impossible, he cheered up and prepared to fulfill the other party's entrustment.

"Can we talk after getting along for a long time?" Who knows, Bamboo continued to ask.

The little black cat's heart that had just let go was lifted again: "It depends on the situation, the situation of 'love' is very complicated."

Bamboo nodded: "Little black cat."

"Your Excellency Winnie the Rabbit?"

"How long is the labor contract you signed with the Red Poppy Club?"

"Labor contract?" The little black cat was taken aback. This word was far away from him. Since he came to the gray star field, he had never heard of these four words, let alone signing a contract.

"Aren't guides considered regular employees? No contract period? No overtime pay? No social insurance and housing fund? No year-end bonus?" Bamboo was puzzled. He had studied the labor law and employee welfare law for a long time last night.

"Are you talking about a contract?" As long as "love" is not involved, the little black cat returned to normal in a blink of an eye, "Guides and clubs have contracts, very simple asylum contracts, and the benefits you mentioned will not be available. "

"Why?" Sure enough, Bamboo followed up with a why.

"The guide pays fees to the clubhouse, and the clubhouse provides personal shelter for the guide. The guide helps the clubhouse attract guests and stimulate consumption, and at the same time gets tips. The contract is probably like this."

"Habeas corpus? Someone is going to kill you? Very powerful?" Bamboo always has a different focus from others.

"The little black cat tries not to make enemies with others, but here, killing and being killed are very common." The little black cat smiled helplessly, "But none of them are as powerful as you."

"Is it more powerful than the green lizard from yesterday?" Bamboo asked.

"More than one... Some are a little bit stronger, and some are not so good." The little black cat said calmly, "The highest is level four."

Bamboo, who has actually experienced various talent levels, nodded. He is not afraid of the fourth level, and Will is there.

So he abruptly changed the topic back: "Well, do you want to pay liquidated damages?"

"Liquidated damages?" The little black cat didn't understand at first, but luckily he had a strong comprehension ability and reacted quickly, "You mean the breach of contract? If the guide doesn't pay, of course the club will not provide protection, and there are no other restrictions. At first, there were no guides in the clubhouse, and the guides were all outside the door. Later, the clubhouse absorbed the guide function, which benefits both parties. As for labor contracts and regular employees, we will not have any.”

"That's easy. Do you plan to change jobs?" Bamboo was always straightforward, "I need a housekeeper."

"Job-hopping? Butler?" The little black cat couldn't help repeating, "You mean... me?"

"Yes. Sign a formal contract and take a single day off every week. I will provide you with personal protection and pay you wages..." Bamboo said in accordance with the labor contract law, and promised, "Never default."

"Excuse me, your family..."

"Me and my brother, one of my followers, and the original mission target of the follower. There are four people in total."

The first two little black cats understand, but the last two... "Followers"?Such a young child has followers?Thinking about the opponent's ability, the little black cat was relieved. Who is the "follower's original mission target"?

"I'll pass on the contract to you. Think about it." Bamboo felt that Milan was about to walk into the bathroom, and immediately said quickly, "Purchase first, contact later." Cut off the window.

When the window was cut off, the little black cat seemed to hear another child's voice: "Bambu, so long?"

Bamboo turned off the optical brain, and pressed the toilet to flush.

When he came out, he saw Milan at the door of the bathroom with a towel hanging around his neck and sweat all over his forehead.

"Mental training, are you tired?"

"It's okay." Milan smiled, "I'm trying to manage my own strength." By the way, he took off the vision aid, "Help me get it."

"Yeah." Bamboo followed him into the bathroom again, watched him wash and wipe his face, and put the vision aid back on. "Your eyes are fine after practicing like this?"

"It should be no problem." Milan said, "I heard from Uncle Will that we can test our mental strength tomorrow."

"It's you, not me."

"Bamboo has a test too." Milan took his hand and walked out.

"……All right."

"Uncle Will said that we will continue to go to school, and it will be a dormitory system. I don't know what the school here will be like, but don't let the space pirates look down on us. I asked, there are no textbooks to preview, I really don't know the school here What will it be like." Milan returned to a somewhat usual pattern - he spoke, Bamboo listened, and occasionally echoed a few words.Bamboo was always too quiet, but when listening to him, he was always very serious.

"Well, it should be different from Luye Town."

"There is no library here." Milan regretted, "The optical brain stores are not educational materials, so I have to learn by myself."

"Milan is fine."

"Bamboo is fine too."

"Yeah." Bamboo replied.

Send a message to the little black cat: "Buy books, there is no limit to the types, the more the better."

Milan looked at Bamboo's message and didn't say anything.

During dinner, Bamboo's brain vibrated, and the little black cat sent a message: "Your Excellency Winnie Rabbit, the purchases have been completed."

Bamboo communicated with Will mentally, and then sent a photo of Will to the little black cat: "In an hour, my followers will find you."

Will then proposed: "Milan, Bamboo, I'm going out in a while, and I must be back before ten o'clock, can you take care of Greg for me?"

"Okay Uncle Will." Milan replied.

Milan looked at Bamboo and lowered his head to flick his brain again, his eyes dimmed.He knew that he had slept for five days. Even with Will's help, Bamboo must have experienced a lot of things. Just Bamboo's white hair and seeing the secret of the space thief are enough to make him restless , but since Bamboo can adapt calmly and well, life will not be difficult in the future.

He also asked Will, and Will made it very clear that Bamboo was absolutely not bullied by the space pirates—in fact, Will didn’t say the second half of the sentence, and Bamboo "bullyed" the space pirates in a unique way every day That's the truth.

Milan is relieved. Today he asked Will to ask for a few books on mecha parts and received them in his optical brain—of course, this optical brain was changed by Bamboo, and even the only optical brain number was changed. .Once you enter the Universe Pirates, you will no longer have your previous citizenship.

Taking care of Greg is actually very simple. The big boy will not run around or cry or scream. He just sits there and blinks his eyes. When you talk to him, he will use "yes" and "no". One word answer and nothing else.

But Greg's intelligence is fine, which is why Will is at a loss. Although he can only speak two words, Greg can fully express the appropriate meaning, but his mobility is basically zero.

So Milan threw the optical brain screen into the air and sat next to Greg to read, while Bamboo watched.

This book is very rich in content. The title is "Illustrated Encyclopedia of Mechas", which lists the common types of mechas in the Federation and the Empire—of course, the military mechas only have the appearance, and the civilian mechas only have the structure. As for the energy box part, it is useless to disclose it. The main reason is that the synthesis method of raw materials is rare. Apart from state machinery, the possibility of private individuals being able to synthesize raw materials is very slim.

This is why Bamboo was very interested when he discovered the abnormality of the energy block inside Greg's body.

The screen is full of pictures and texts, and Milan reads, bowing his head from time to time to take notes.

He is smart, but good grades in school are not something you can just talk about, and you have to behave in class and do your homework. If you say that he is different from his peers, it is only because of his parents who were mercenaries, who taught him All kinds of eye-opening stories, many of which are many knowledge points and tips, he learned and used them flexibly.

Don't be afraid of not working hard, but be afraid of people with good talents working harder.

Milan is the latter, talented and hardworking.

Bamboo silently continued to record Milan's actions.I am very gratified that Milan can accept the status quo in such a short period of time and start to work hard—to be able to grow up healthy and live through 200 years of life in peace, and my mission will be completed.

192 years left.

At that time, I will return to being single and live in a different way. Thinking about it...it's a bit boring.Do you want to raise another cub?

Bamboo thinks, Milan will grow up, work, get married, and have children!

Now that a sample has been observed, isn’t it always an excellent proposition to continue to observe the reproduction of the sample?

Thinking of the white-haired Milan, sitting on a rocking chair, holding a doll with a similar face in his arms, smiling and studying together, Bamboo raised the corners of his lips in a rare way.

Also, Milan's optic nerve problem is inherited from the maternal line. As long as he does not have a daughter, his offspring will not be blind, which is also very worry-free.

"—I've already made an appointment."

"—Hello, are you Lord Snake?"

Will walked slowly into the Red Poppy clubhouse, and received a lot of blatant glances as soon as he entered the door—now is a lively time, people come and go, and many guides are staring at the door eagerly, hoping to meet someone tonight A generous customer.

Will stood still and looked around. Within a minute, he had already rejected three guides. Seeing the fourth young man who was a bit thin coming over, Will had already made up his mind to reject him first, and the other party spoke at this very moment. , After finishing talking, each other was taken aback, and then they all responded very quickly, and they all laughed at the same time.

It's just that the little black cat's smile was relieved, and Will's smile was a little awkward, because Bamboo directly gave him the nickname "Snake".

"Are you the little black cat?" Will was quite curious about the possible colleagues in the future that Bamboo said.

"Yes, Your Excellency Snake, Your Excellency Winnie Rabbit has already purchased all the things, please follow me." The little black cat dared not neglect even more, and whispered while leading the way, "Because the things are more expensive, the little black cat rented the safe on its own initiative."

Will nodded: "Shall we go directly?"

"Yes." The little black cat replied.

"Eighteenth floor?"

"Yes."

"What did he buy so expensive..." Will muttered.

The little black cat was taken aback when he heard this, and if he knew how valuable an item was based on the height of the floor, even if he had never been to Red Poppy, at least he had been introduced by an old customer.

He tentatively asked, "Your Excellency the Snake, you seem a bit unfamiliar, have you never been here before?"

Will smiled, somewhat nostalgic, but slowly shaking his head: "No, I've never been here before."