Chapter 42 The Old Witch

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It was 9:30 p.m., and the night was clear and the stars were few.

Flights from the port city land at Jingang City Airport.

The airport was brightly lit. Cheng Jia, wearing a brown leather jacket, leaned against the car. He wanted to light a cigarette, but the ground was too clean, so he was too lazy to throw the cigarette butt in the trash can.

He replied to Sister Jasmine on WeChat: "[At Exit 3 of Zone C, would you like something to drink? There's a Starbucks nearby.]"

Jasmine: [Hot black tea latte (blows a kiss), wait two minutes]

Starbucks is right next to the exit.

Cheng Jia went in and bought two drinks quickly.

When I returned to the front of the car, I saw a noblewoman wearing a cloak.

Jasmine had a luxury designer handbag slung across her wrist and was holding a fluffy, off-white fur coat in one hand, underneath which she wore a matching knitted trouser suit.

Although she is over fifty, she has maintained her figure very well, and you can tell from her back that she was a great beauty when she was young.

However, only her back view was visible; her heavily made-up face was a bit frightening. Cheng Jia couldn't understand why her eyelashes were so thick, and her cheeks were so thin they were sunken.

Cheng Jia called her an old hag in his heart.

The old hag said this woman was very capable; she hooked up with a rich man, outlived the old man, and inherited his fortune. Even Cheng Jia had to be careful to coax her.

It also refers to appearance, like the kind that eats children.

The lipstick is applied excessively.

Next, we'll torture the handsome young man...

But that's quite normal.

Older customers are all a little bit perverted.

For example, some old men will soak their dentures in wine glasses and force female models to drink it, making the models prove that they don't mind that he is an old man, which is very bizarre.

In short, Cheng Jia has seen all sorts of bizarre things in nightclubs.

Overall, Sister Jasmine is a pretty good customer.

Although it's a bit perverse, they're quick to pay.

And so far, no excessive demands have been made on Cheng Jia.

These are our providers.

He handed the drink to her, opened the back door, and said, "You look even more beautiful, sister. Your clothes and bag are so well-matched, they really enhance your elegance."

Old babies need to be coaxed.

"Hmph, what's the use of being pretty if you're not young anymore? You can't compare to the other ladies you serve, who keep you so busy you don't even have time to reply to text messages, huh?" Sister Jasmine pushed her sunglasses up to her wavy hair, her fiery red lips parting and closing.

This is because Cheng Jia doesn't reply to WeChat messages enough.

Of course, she has no shortage of handsome men to chat with, but what she cares about is attitude.

If you want to make money off me, you have to provide me with emotional value.

Otherwise, don't make money off me.

"You're overthinking it. None of the other ladies are really busy with work. You know I have very few female clients." Cheng Jia responded skillfully, helping the old hag get into the car.

"Hot latte, be careful, it'll burn your hands."

"I don't believe your nonsense, you little rascal," Sister Jasmine said with a coquettish smile to Cheng Jia. "Have you missed me?"

Cheng Jia gasped: "...Of course."

They think about money, not people.

"I miss you too," Sister Jasmine knew Cheng Jia didn't really miss her, but she didn't care. "Keep drinking with me tonight, and you're not allowed to run away again."

Each gets what they need.

"......"

The car left the airport and headed towards Jinhe.

Cheng Jia was driving when he heard the wealthy woman in the back seat making a phone call.

Jasmine was scolding the puppy-like guy she was dating: "...I don't care what competition you have, if you don't come to pick me up, it means you don't care. You've made me sad, so forget about the DSLR camera, and don't ask me for living expenses next month."

"You're only saying you're coming to be with me now? I don't want you anymore." The older sister was angry.

Cheng Jia glanced at the rearview mirror, casually watching the drama unfold.

This was the fifth puppy he had ever seen.

She got dumped in less than two months?

The skill level is definitely average.

"I have plenty of people to keep me company tonight, so you don't need to worry about me," Sister Jasmine said, then suddenly looked up at Cheng Jia and smiled, "Jiajia is much more handsome than you, and he's also very sensible. He even knew to come to the airport to pick me up. I'll take Jiajia with me tonight."

"!"

Cheng Jia broke out in a cold sweat.

It turned out that the call was meant for him.

Purely suggestive.

After hanging up the phone, a hand with bright red nail polish slowly reached out from Cheng Jia's shoulder.

Jasmine stroked his Adam's apple along his neck.

It's just like a horror movie.

Cheng Jia declined in a trembling voice: "...Sister, we're driving. The private room is all set up."

"You're sweating! Look how scared you are!" Sister Jasmine laughed expectantly.

He poked Cheng Jia's cheek with his finger.

I thought to myself, "This kid is really handsome."

It must be eaten.

"......"

We're doomed.

Tonight is really going to be a disaster.

Since the puppy didn't come, Cheng Jia became her new puppy.

*

Half an hour later, in three private rooms.

Jasmine's fur coat was stored in the closet. She sat on the sofa with her legs crossed, smoking. Six rows of specialty cocktails were laid out on the table, and four male models were singing along. They had just sat down after lining up to come in.

The private room was dimly lit, and Cheng Jia, wearing a white shirt and black vest, was selecting songs.

Several decorative silver chains hung horizontally from his vest, shimmering in the light. His back was taut, and he knew the old hag was watching him without even turning around.

Cheng Jia was in a bind; she was willing to sing and drink with him.

He was afraid that Sister Jasmine would force him to go upstairs.

After they finished selecting songs, Sister Jasmine was kissing one of the male models. Cheng Jia lowered his eyelids and didn't dare to look. He bent down and placed the microphone next to his sister's wine glass.

He was a little scared and didn't intend to sit down.

I'm going to have the waiter come in and drag him out later.

He said that Boss Zhou wanted to see him about something.

"—Don't go! Jiajia, sit next to me," Sister Jasmine licked her lips and called for Cheng Jia to sit down, then shoved away the male model she had just been hugging and kissing, her target very clear, "Come here quickly."

Tonight we're having Jiajia.

No other male models.

"......"

Cheng Jia was still sweating profusely, but she forced herself to sit down next to the old hag and said, "Have some fruit, sister."

"Why are you still eating fruit? You're sweet enough," Sister Jasmine said, holding Cheng Jia's arm and pointing to the wine on the table. "My stomach isn't good, so I can't drink too much. I'm playing a game with them. If I lose, you drink. Will you listen?"

As she spoke, she took out 20,000 yuan in cash from her bag.

It was placed next to several rows of wine cups as a gesture.

If you're obedient, give it to him.

Cheng Jia chuckled dryly, "Oh, okay, whatever makes you happy."

There are at most thirty cups of wine on the table.

This is brandy mixed with a beverage.

It has low purity but a large quantity.

"Come on, all of you, sit down." Sister Jasmine gestured for everyone to sit down and suggested they play something casually.

The private room was filled with smoke, and they started rolling dice and drawing playing cards.

Cheng Jia secretly pondered how to get away tonight. It was obvious that the old hag wanted to get him drunk, but he also wanted the 20,000 yuan right under his nose and had to get it.

He took out a cigarette and lit it with trembling hands.

Let's drink it for now.

"......"

Around 11 o'clock.

Zhou Minghe's Maybach pulled up in front of Jinhe's house.

Security personnel quickly stepped forward, opened the car door, took the keys, and parked the car.

Two men, both with an air of nobility, got out from the back seats on either side.

Shi Qingci wore a black trench coat that exuded a cool and aloof aura. With her broad shoulders, narrow waist, and long legs, and thin red-soled leather shoes, she had the presence of a movie star with every move, as if she were walking the red carpet at Cannes.

He outshone Zhou Minghe, who boasted of being the youngest man in Jingang.

Zhou Minghe certainly wouldn't compete with his sugar daddy.

The main problem is that we can't compete with them.

“Cheng Jia isn’t answering his phone again. Let’s go inside and find him,” Zhou Minghe tugged at the collar of his windbreaker. The April night breeze was still chilly. “It’s settled then, 1,000 per game, and the one who wins the most at the end treats us to sea fishing.”

Shi Qingci said calmly, "Okay."

In the afternoon, he and Zhou Minghe attended a business banquet.

After having a few drinks, the two went to a club to sober up.

There was a pool table next to the tea room. After playing a few rounds, Shi Qingci said that Cheng Jia was pretty good at it. Zhou Minghe didn't believe it because he had played with Cheng Jia before and felt that his skills were just so-so.

So he suggested that Cheng Jia play billiards.

They took turns playing ball with Cheng Jia. Whoever lost would give Cheng Jia a thousand yuan, but Cheng Jia didn't have to give anything if he lost.

In the end, Zhou Minghe and Shi Qingci will decide who wins more and will choose a time to charter a boat for sea fishing.

Zhou Minghe was doing this so he could book his next trip.

The purpose of Qing dynasty porcelain was to—

Create opportunities for Cheng Jia to make money.

Who told that swindler to love money?

No money, no meeting.

"......"

at the same time.

Cheng Jia was already half-drunk.

He was sprawled on the sofa, with Sister Jasmine's arm around his shoulder...