Chapter 6 Chapter 6 Those who survive a great disaster will surely be blessed in the future! ...
It is well known that Olvera is a psychopath.
No one knows why he, a beta from a well-off Uptown family, would run to the edge of the slums to be a police inspector, nor does anyone know why his rich and powerful husband would marry a B instead of an O.
I did think about these questions when I first set my sights on Olvera, but I soon put them out of my mind.
There is no need for the calf to know too many things. If he knows too much, he will be easily killed to silence him.
So many times when I discover some strange phenomena, I will choose to ignore them. It is enough to maintain my clumsy, conservative, self-respecting and honest personality.
Now...I'm doing handicrafts.
He made rapid progress. He was crying out in pain the first time he was given the drug, but by the third time he had mastered the art of ventriloquism without any instruction.
I wasn't so blind as to ask him why he hadn't slept with my husband, as it had nothing to do with me, a gigolo. But this guy was a psychopath, and after we were done, he still kept clinging to me and asking why I wasn't curious.
No, why would I be curious about this? I'm not one of those Uptown gossip reporters who eavesdrops under beds. Besides, listening to this kind of stuff too much is bad for my health and my mind, and I'm very careful about my life.
So I kept silent and pretended I didn't hear anything.
"It's useless. You should smile more." Olvera lay on my knees, her wet lips constantly rubbing my kneecaps, sticky and hoarse.
What are you laughing at? It's hard enough to be with a psychopath like you, and you still want me to laugh.
This is not a question of money or personality, but a question of my principles.
Keep smiling, bad luck will come naturally, don’t you understand?
Last time, that smiling young man from the slums smiled at you, and a few days later he was shot and thrown into the sea in the East District.
My silent protest didn't reach Olvera. Instead, it made him get closer and closer to me, determined to get an answer from me. "It's useless. You really should smile more. If you smile, I'll tell you why you don't do it with your husband."
No? I didn't say I was interested in this area, so don't try to put a persona on me!
To prevent this psychopath from making any more abstract remarks, I reached out and pushed him away, then quietly put on my clothes.
I'm going to act like I'm dead and no longer in love.
For no other reason than to continue deceiving Kirsty at the company later.
After I got dressed, I finally deigned to ask, "Can you give me back the box?"
"No." Olvera didn't sit on the ground, but raised her head slightly and sat on the table.
He crossed his legs out of habit, his calves shaking from time to time.
"Useless, I won't give it back to you unless you tell me the password," he said with a hint of pride.
Hey! Then I don’t have to go to the East District Pier to deliver goods!
If that fellow rebel asked me, I would feign surprise!
Oh, I don't know. Didn't your accomplice report me? I almost died myself.
As for how many organizations and factions your rebel party has split into, what does that have to do with me? A lowly Maverick cannot participate in your internal strife.
I felt relieved, but my face still showed a numb and painful expression.
"It's up to you, Olvera. You can do whatever you want in the future. I can't resist anyway. That's how you are. You use the things that I value to make fun of me, and then watch me suffer. I will never have any extravagant expectations of you in the future, absolutely not." While feeling painful, I put on the last piece of clothing swiftly.
Staff uniforms are convenient and can be put on casually.
I decided that even after becoming the general manager, I would continue to wear the employee uniform.
As I left, Olvera didn't stop me, but instead stuffed a thick wad of cash into my pocket.
"To make it up to you." He leaned over and whispered in my ear. I could still feel his sticky moisture.
I put on a stern face and pretended to refuse, and my fingers reached out to take the money very slowly, but he successfully intercepted me.
"Your brother needs living expenses too, doesn't he?"
This makes so much sense!
So I accepted the money with peace of mind.
And I think he must have had a better life in school than me. He only had no living expenses for 7 years. As an alpha, could he starve to death?
Leaving the police station, I lamented again that I had left my bike behind.
Humans are insatiable creatures. When I was walking, I was thinking about getting a secondhand bicycle. Once I had a secondhand bicycle, I wanted a brand new one. But once I got a brand new bicycle, I became envious of the police car in the police station.
It's easy to imagine that this group of policemen would not bow and scrape to me and welcome me into the police car unless they were arresting me.
When I returned to the company again, the pig-headed manager's attitude towards me was very subtle.
It was a complex expression of contempt and fear. It was really difficult for him to make such a vivid expression with his fat face.
Kirsty was surprised that I had made it back to the office safe and sound, and even more surprised that I had the nerve to want to see him.
"Has Olvera lost his mind?" he said with contempt in a sarcastic tone.
It was obvious that Kirsty and Olvera's relationship was not as close as it seemed.
Olvera took over as police inspector a year ago, while Kirsty was parachuted in three months ago.
I moved my lips, opened and closed them repeatedly, and finally used my eyes to interpret my pitiful image of being unable to love and having no way to maintain my self-esteem.
"I don't know how to explain it to you. I can only keep repeating that I'm innocent. Olvera knows it, but he... never mind. I'd rather die quickly than be treated like this."
I certainly don't say too much bad about Olvera.
There are some bad things that only the Celestial Dragons can say. If a lowly person like me really shows any empathy, I will definitely be slapped hard by the Celestial Dragons to teach them a lesson.
Even though these Tianlong people stab each other in the back when fighting for interests, if there is really a low-level calf who doesn't know what's good for him and interferes, they will unite unprecedentedly and kill the calf together.
"You..." Kirsty's expression became confused again.
He looked left and right, occasionally checking the information in the communicator, probably communicating with Olvera.
"Well, Olvera did say you were innocent." Kirsty's fingers began to twirl her hair, her tone softening. "He's so strange, why does he always like to tease you? If you ask me, he's just been away from his husband for too long, so he's taking advantage of you, a beta."
He covered his mouth with his hand as if to cover up his mistake. "Hahaha, Beta never understands what we say. Sometimes we really can't get along."
I widened my eyes in slight surprise. "But I think you're a very good person."
"Me? Of course." Kirsty accepted the compliment as a matter of course. "I'm beautiful, aren't I? As long as they're with me, those alphas can't help but praise me."
"But I'm a beta." I softened my tone a bit. "I think your character is more important than your appearance."
"I don't mean to say you're not pretty. I mean, your soul is just as beautiful as your beauty."
Kirsty finally looked me in the eye.
Something flickered in his golden eyes, and he couldn't wait to ask me, "For example?"
I praised him, saying, "You're a good listener and gentle with others. The fact that you're willing to be friends with someone like Olvera shows that you have a heart full of tolerance and kindness."
My ability to tell lies with my eyes open is getting better and better, and I can't help but praise myself.
That's right! Bai Wuyong, I'm just an emotionally stable miner who's good at digging out the Tianlong people's shortcomings!
Kirsty's eyes became brighter, and she couldn't suppress a smile.
He waved at me and said, "Why are you standing so far away? Come over to me."
I came to his desk and stood in front of him as he wished.
The angle is perfect, you can see the milky white skin under his collar.
I quickly looked away and rubbed my ears red with my hands.
"You're quite good at talking." Kirsten asked the servants to pour me a cup of black tea. Her expression had softened considerably since she first entered the room. "You really haven't been to university?"
"No." My eyes dimmed, but I didn't forget to show my pursuit of spiritual wealth. "But I know that learning is endless. I can't stop learning just because of lack of material conditions. So I will go to the library on my days off."
"There are libraries in the slums?" He was very surprised, and the way he covered his mouth looked like he deserved a beating.
"This is the library that Uptown established seven years ago," I explained. "I'm grateful that they remembered that people in the slums need spiritual nourishment."
Bullshit. People in the slums are lucky to have enough to eat. Who has time to read garbage books like "The Meaning of Wealth", "You Can't Succeed Without Hard Work", and "Your Boss Will Appreciate You More If You Talk Like This"?
Similar to selling mountaineering equipment at the beach, selling swimsuits on the top of a mountain is not an idea that a normal person can come up with at all.
Moreover, although it is called a library, it is just a small room covering an area of only 20 square meters. It has not been repaired or supplemented with books for seven years and is now in disrepair.
"You..." Kirsty moved closer to me.
I saw his long white hair sliding down his shoulders and falling on the back of my hand.
It's itchy and soft, quite suitable for his gender.
"You are different from other betas I know. You work very hard." Kirsty said to me, chewing on the words, her beautiful golden eyes always looking at me.
I also constantly observe his micro-expressions and say, "I think everyone is the same. I just follow my own preferences."
Kirsty pressed, "What about me? Me too?"
I didn't answer this time. Instead, I hurriedly distanced myself from him and clumsily changed the subject. "I think I should get to work now. Sorry."
"Bai Wuyong, I'll give you a promotion."
Kirsty was still sitting at her desk in the same position.
His long hair had been twisted into a series of circles, which continued to extend downwards.
"It has nothing to do with Olvera. It's just that you performed very well and never forgot your work even when encountering such things. You deserve a promotion."
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This time I really got a promotion and a raise!
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