Chapter 5

Xisi's brows furrowed, his tone growing colder. "Are you testing my patience?"

I have already decided to let him go, why is the little lamb still being so stubborn?

Fang Chen thought the man wanted money, so he said in a panic, "I am just a poor international student. I won this ticket in a potato chip lottery. You can sell it for money. I really don't have any other money."

As soon as the words came out, the surroundings were quiet for a moment.

Sith was rarely surprised for a moment, "What?"

A few minutes later, Sis saw the ticket and a raffle card, which was stamped with the words "Prize Redeemed".

He held the ticket in his hand, frowning as he asked, "Is this the ticket you wanted to sell me yesterday?"

"Yes, sir."

Fang Chen felt aggrieved and regretful.

I thought I was lucky enough to win the prize, but in the end I lost both the money and the money. I was even kidnapped.

Sis was speechless for a long time.

It's clear at this point that this is a misunderstanding.

only--

The man frowned and asked in disbelief, "Why didn't you say anything when I tied you up?"

He didn't even struggle, looking like he was surrendering.

say what? ! !

Fang Chen's eyes widened. "Then... you've already kidnapped me. I'm afraid if I struggle, what if you just kill me?"

Sis closed his eyes and raised his hand to press his forehead.

Fang Chen quietly raised his eyes to look at him, and felt that the man seemed to be easy to talk to today, and his attitude seemed to have softened a bit. Maybe he would really let him go.

After a few seconds, the man opened his eyes and asked him, "Do you know me?"

Such a terrible question!

Fang Chen shook his head like a rattle, wanting to raise his hand and swear, "Sir, I don't know you. Don't worry, I will pretend that I have never seen you. I will never tell anyone."

"That's not what I meant."

For the first time, Sis felt awkward. He frowned and said in a more serious tone, "I'm Sis Bolton. I'm sorry. What happened yesterday was a misunderstanding. There's been a phenomenon of selling fake tickets for the competition recently. When you asked me yesterday, I thought you were... I'm sorry again."

Fang Chen was stunned.

What……

Is he Cece Bolton?

Isn't he some psychopathic murderer?!

Seeing the boy still in a daze, Xisi pinched the bridge of his nose with a headache, "It's my fault, I was too arbitrary. Anyway, you can get any compensation you want..."

Before he could finish his words, the ticket in Sis's hand was suddenly snatched away!

He was stunned for a moment. It was the first time he saw the timid boy who was as timid as a lamb glaring at him so angrily.

"Arbitrary? Sorry? How can you say that so easily!!" Fang Chen was so angry that his whole body was shaking, his eyes were red, and his hand holding the ticket was so tight that even the knuckles turned bluish-white. He gritted his teeth and continued after several seconds.

"You know, I thought I was going to die. I thought you were a murderer. I thought I was going to die in this damn place!"

As soon as I shouted it out, tears began to fall uncontrollably.

I didn’t cry when I was “kidnapped” yesterday, I didn’t cry when I saw the police leave, and I didn’t cry when I was taken to the abandoned factory.

But at this moment, when he realized that it was all a misunderstanding, Fang Chen could no longer hold back the grievance in his heart, and tears fell. He reached out and wiped his tears twice, then simply squatted on the ground and burst into tears.

"I don't want to be in a book anymore! What the hell is this? They threw me into a foreign country, where I speak like a bird every day and there's not a single good person there. I still need to make money. Woohoo, I want to go home!"

He talked a lot, but because he was not speaking English, Xisi did not understand. He did not expect that the boy would suddenly cry. He felt a little panic in his heart and subconsciously reached out to help the boy up, but Fang Chen suddenly raised his head, and with red eyes, he slapped Xisi's hand away.

"Don't touch me!"

I understand this sentence.

Sith raised his hands. "I didn't mean anything else. I'm sorry. Please... stop crying."

It felt much better after shouting out what was in his heart. Fang Chen stopped crying, sniffed, stood up suddenly, and glared at Xisi with a stern face.

Unfortunately, due to his height, he had to look up at Sith, which made him look particularly unimpressive.

He glanced to the side and saw a large rock, and quickly stepped on it to stand. Although it was still not as tall as the man, it could at least make up for it.

After all the trouble, Fang Chen folded his arms and raised his chin, "OK! Pensate!"

He pronounced the word with great emphasis, spitting out every syllable with a hint of gnashing teeth.

no way.

I’m done crying and shouting.

He has to keep living.

Life has to go on.

Xisi nodded, "Whatever compensation you want, I will agree to it."

He said this almost without thinking. Sis had always been a rational person and rarely said anything absolutely, but when he looked into the boy's red eyes, which were still misty after he had just cried, Sis thought, he could have whatever he wanted.

It was his fault that he made the man suffer so much and scared him like this.

Even at this time, if Fang Chen said he wanted a villa in New York City, Sis would only let him choose the location.

Yes, what do you want?

It definitely costs money.

But how much is the right amount?

Wouldn't Sith sue him for extortion later?

Fang Chen hesitated for a moment, then handed over the ticket, his hands sweating from clenching it. "I'll sell it to you for ten thousand dollars!"

Selling tickets isn't illegal!

Sis paused for a moment and nodded, "Okay."

*

On the way back, Fang Chen changed his timid look when he came, and sat upright in the passenger seat with his head held high and chest puffed out.

Are you kidding! Now it's Sith who's in the wrong!

He is magnanimous and doesn't care about such a small matter.

A villain's success sounds bad, but a lamb's success sounds cute.

After escaping from danger and selling tickets for 10,000 yuan, Fang Chen's mood improved and he hummed a little tune unconsciously.

When he saves some more money, he'll splurge and have some Chinese food!

He's going to throw up from eating white people's food every day.

The car window was half-rolled. It had rained the night before, and the air blowing in seemed to carry the scent of soil and green grass. Fang Chen felt particularly relaxed and comfortable when he smelled this scent.

Sis was driving, but his attention was focused on the person next to him.

The young man put his arm on the window and looked out. The light outside shone on the side of his face, and even the smallest hairs could be seen clearly. His brows were relaxed, and it was unknown what he saw, but the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

From last night's timidity and pampering, to the burst of crying just now, to the comfort and ease now.

Just one day and one night.

I don’t know how many sides this little lamb has.

But he had to retreat again and again for this person.

Sis turned the steering wheel and took out his phone, handing it to him, "Add a contact number."

Fang Chen didn't answer and turned his head away, "No thanks."

"It's convenient for me to transfer the money to you."

Fang Chen immediately took the phone and typed his contact information on it.

Sis raised the corner of his lip, "What's your name?"

"Fang Chen."

After a few seconds of pause, the man's deep voice sounded, "Fang Chen?"

He imitated Fang Chen's pronunciation and read it out. The sound was pleasant, but the tone sounded strange.

It is really interesting to listen to foreigners speak Chinese.

He couldn't help laughing, but as he laughed, he suddenly felt something was wrong. Was it also strange for them to hear him speak English?

Fang Chen: No, haha.

Seeing people smile, the pair of eyes that would widen when angry or afraid also curved up. Sith inexplicably felt that his mood seemed to be a little happier, but it only lasted for a few seconds before the boy's face quickly frowned again.

Sith thought for a moment and said, "I didn't explain it well. Can you teach me a few more times?"

Fang Chen snorted softly, "I won't teach you."

The man paused and read it again, "Fang Chen."

After he finished speaking, he deliberately asked, "Is what you said any better this time?"

After Fang Chen entered the book, no one called his name in a proper voice anymore. They called him "Chen" or "Xiao Chen", and some, like Jieming, jokingly called him "baby".

He blinked, and after a moment muttered, "That's a good point."

Cis drove him to retrieve his phone and then took him back to the dormitory.

After parking the car, Sis got out and opened the door for him, whispering, "Go back and have a good rest. Also, I'm really sorry."

Fang Chen waved his hand nonchalantly, "Just remember to transfer the money when you get back."

"Okay, I won't forget."

After watching Fang Chen go upstairs, Sis returned to the car. He lit a cigarette and just as he exhaled a puff of smoke, Joey called. "Where have you been? Don't forget there's a training match today."

"I know." Sis paused for a moment, then suddenly added, "Give me some tickets for next month's game."

"What are you going to do?" Joey asked in a vigilant tone.

Except for fixed ticket sales and free tickets, the rest of the tickets are managed by the logistics department.

"Give it away." Sith gave a number, "Fifteen."

Joey was silent for a few seconds, then asked him seriously, "Do you want to kill me?"

"Don't you know how popular you are? The tickets are sold out in seconds. Besides the tickets that are sold, the rest have to go to the sponsors..."

Sith interrupted him impatiently, "How many are left?"

Joey gritted his teeth, "Five!"

"Eight tickets. Get them ready. I'll have someone pick them up."

After saying this, Sis hung up the phone. He put out his cigarette, glanced at the direction Fang Chen left, and then drove away.

*

After Fang Chen returned home, he took a shower and fell into a deep sleep. He slept until the next day when he was woken up by the alarm clock. He got up in a daze and went to the kitchen to find food.

The roommate baked pizza and left a piece for Fang Chen.

He didn't even bother to put it on a plate, he just picked it up and ate it standing at the dining table with gloves on.

His other hand was not idle either, flipping through the news that had accumulated that day.

Actually, there is no news.

Being in a foreign country, Fang Chen had almost no friends.

Only Benjamin sent a message this morning asking if he could take a different shift.

Fang Chen waited almost ten hours before replying to him, "Sorry, I was sleeping all day and just saw the message."

Jie Ming quickly replied, "It's okay, I've already asked for leave from my boss."

"Wait, you slept all day? Did you do it last night too?"

Fang Chen was silent for a few seconds, closed the chat box, and chose not to reply.

A message just popped up.

It's a bank transfer reminder.

Fang Chen took a quick look, was stunned, and almost jumped up.

You are not seeing things.

Heath Bolton transferred him a hundred thousand dollars in one go?