books44 Chapter 107 Hello, Brother-in-law, I'm your brother-in-law
Chapter 107 Hello, Brother-in-law, I'm your brother-in-law
The other person nodded, indicating that he was Klein himself.
"Replacement guaranteed."
I****!
Nordlin mentally typed out a string of text that wouldn't pass censorship, but what he was really thinking was—
Urgent! What should I do after I "greeted" my brother-in-law?!
That's Klein on the other side. Zerg Starnet accounts are all verified with real names, and those pictures and information... it's definitely Klein.
Nordlin was not giving up; he looked at the quantum computer and then at him.
Finally, I have to face a fact.
He greeted his brother-in-law, as well as his brother-in-law's son, grandson, great-grandson, and so on.
How will he face his ancestors, the royal family of Crimea, after this?!
What should I do if he brings shame to his partner's family?
Nordlin was on the verge of tears.
The request for help that was just posted on the StarNet was answered by enthusiastic netizens.
[Haha, you deserve this!!]
[My God, Colonel Nordlin isn't anonymous; he's online using his real name!]
[Hey OP, here's what I'll do: I'll take you on a crazy Thursday with my Vivo 50. I'll take a couple of pictures of you when I go to KFC.]
[Hey upstairs, stop messing around. I have a suggestion for you: First, put the eggs in a pot without peeling them, then add #14 concrete and mix in some spaghetti. Next, go for a walk around with a grapefruit peel on your head and come back. It won't do much good, but it might help you catch a bug.]
Nordlin: ...Go to hell!
Oh dear, he's panicking!!
[Don't panic, OP—chirp chirp chirp chirp, Delin flies a plane, flies two miles, and then crashes]
[The author upstairs has excellent writing skills; I bow down in admiration.]
……
Now that things have come to this, let’s take it one step at a time.
He walked over with a smug grin and pulled out a check with great fanfare.
Klein looked at the check in front of him, somewhat puzzled.
Nordlin, thinking he didn't have a pen, reached into his pocket...
I couldn't find it.
Andor took a pen out of the small pocket on the chest of his protective suit.
"Fill it in however you like, your brother-in-law has money."
"??"
No, when did you become his brother-in-law?
Klein remained unmoved.
However, Nordlin thought he was just embarrassed, so he explained, "I heard that you old folks prefer to use checks that were popular in the last century, so I always carry them with me."
Andorra covered his face.
Nordlin, if you can't speak properly, then don't spout nonsense! Klein isn't even that old among the Zerg!
Being inexplicably labeled an 'old man' made Klein's already pale face turn even paler.
My own younger sister was actually kidnapped by this 'young rascal'.
And the other person looked...unshaven.
He looked older than him and Gatana combined, but younger than the elders' 'ash worms'.
Klein stroked his chin, seemingly lost in thought.
Nordlin, who is good at imagining things, has already started to plan how to improve his relationship with his brother-in-law.
I've heard that the Crimean royal family places great importance on procedures, so does that mean he has to propose first, then buy a ring, and incidentally give a red envelope (gift money)?
In the end, Klein took the pen and scribbled on the check.
Nordlin revealed a wicked, triumphant smile.
As for the matter of greeting my brother-in-law earlier... um? When did he greet him?
That's never happened!
So he hurriedly returned to the forum to delete the post he had just published.
Embarrassingly, his post had been selected as a featured post by the forum moderator and could not be deleted.
Seeing the system message that he didn't have the authority to delete it, Nordlin just wanted to punch the moderator of that forum and beat him up.
After signing, Klein returned the pen to him.
The other person casually stuffed it into their pocket, completely ignoring Andorra, who was staring longingly at the pen in Nordlin's hand.
That was his last pen.
Nordlin, prepare to die!
Upon receiving the check, I noticed several Greek letters prominently displayed on it.
Nordlin asked, puzzled, "Brother-in-law, what do you mean by this?"
Klein, "Pinyin, translate it yourself."
The fleet behind was urgently halted. Nordlin told them, "Everyone, take a two-hour break. I have an urgent matter to attend to!"
The bugs on the rear fleet: What's wrong, need to pee?
Andor followed Nordlin's dog stealthily into the spaceship's cabin, watching Nordlin type in content bit by bit, and then continue to seek help on a certain forum.
This time, the insects recognized him in less than two seconds.
【Oh my god, isn't that Colonel Nordlin?】
Points deducted for the sarcastic/oddball attitude group!
[You just greeted your brother-in-law, and now you're greeting the youngest son of your wife's second uncle's fifth aunt's maternal grandfather's third daughter?]
I think the original poster was just asking a sincere question. Let's all be kind with our words and not talk about people like that...
He was moved to tears when the next sentence completely broke him down.
Come on, everyone, laugh at the original poster with me! Hahahaha!
【Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha】
Since everyone's doing it this way, I'll do it too, hahahahahahaha
After being stirred up by enthusiastic netizens, Nordlin's already somewhat dark complexion darkened even further.
This time, I can't hold it in any longer.
He received a reply shortly afterward.
A netizen named "Fragrant Rice Queen" replied, "[A toad wanting to eat swan meat, that's the meaning in pinyin]."
Toad wants to eat?
How high and how outstanding must Nordlin's combat skills be for Gatana to choose him as a colonel from among thousands of insectoids!
Although I am indeed not good enough for him, I don't deserve to be called a toad, do I?
Nordlin bit his pen and replied with a heartbroken emoji.
Andorra's heart was broken too.
The kind that you can't even pick up and get back.
After a while, Nordlin realized that Andor had been watching him the whole time, so he quickly shut down his personal terminal, which was somewhat like burying his head in the sand. "Andor, what are you doing here?"
Andorra: "Pen".
"What? What do you want to compete with me in? I don't bully children."
Speechless, Andor stepped forward and took his own pen from Andor's hand.
Now there's a big tooth mark on the pen, and the metal barrel is dented, as if it's been chewed by a dog.
Andorra looked at it with utter disgust and then put the pen back.
"Never mind, consider it a gift."
Losses in Andorra for this trip +1.
"When I get back to Wangxing, I..." Suddenly remembering the delivery service on my personal terminal, I quickly changed my mind, "You wait, I'll order one for you right away, uh, no, a whole case!"
At this moment, the staff at Shunshou Express's back-end system looked at the orders and fell into deep thought.
Why order a box of pens to be sent to the front lines?
The front lines for the Zerg and Lycans are so dangerous... We need more money!
[Ding-dong~ Your order has been generated, and the courier is rushing to deliver it to you~]
Nordlin sent him the order number, saying, "See? I told you I wouldn't bully children!"