Chapter 419 Invitation
The messenger's men moved slowly.
The others' eyes also followed his hand inch by inch, their hearts becoming more and more nervous and alert.
Finally, the last bit of seal was torn off, and alarm bells rang in everyone's hearts. The defensiveness and readiness in their eyes could no longer be concealed.
The messenger was afraid they would start fighting without saying anything, so he hurriedly said, "There's only an invitation inside! I'll show it to you right away! Don't do anything!"
The subordinate's brows twitched violently, and he said fiercely: "If you keep talking nonsense, I will kill you directly."
"No, no, I got it out!" The messenger hurriedly pulled out the invitation and pointed the inscribed side at everyone. "You can read it for yourselves. I can't read."
Everyone covered their noses and stepped back:…
I believe you, Chuan Chuan.
There was only a simple sentence written on the invitation: Cruise ship No. 187 will set sail on the 23rd of this month, and Mr. Xia is sincerely invited to attend (a grand auction will be held, and there will be top-notch items to be unveiled).
Please bring this letter with you, which contains a special guide. Customers from afar are requested to depart on time, as we will not wait for you after the time.
Xia Yan: "Cruise ship? Auction?"
The courier looked over the letter and said, "Yes, I've heard Mr. Bin mention it before. It should be a newly built cruise ship. I don't know the details."
Chu Wanfu's tone was strange: "Newly built?"
Are there still companies manufacturing ships in business these days?
Building a cruise ship requires a lot of manpower, material resources, financial resources and time. It seems that Jing Wenbin had this plan at least a year ago.
In this era when everyone is hungry and sleepy, there are still people thinking of building a cruise ship to travel out to sea?
It is true that there are frozen corpses on the road, while the rich people are feasting and drinking!
Resources are too uneven and must be redistributed.
The messenger's wings trembled, and he opened the second letter with trepidation. The wording on the invitation remained the same, but the invitee was changed to Chu Wanfu.
Seeing this, the subordinate standing behind him could no longer bear it, rushed over, twisted his neck and pulled him in front of him.
"Tell me! How did you know the general's name?!"
No one in the base would call him by his name, including Xia Yan, who always called him General Chu. How did Jing Wenbin know this?
Could it be that there is an undercover agent in the base?
Chu Wanfu looked at him expressionlessly.
We've recently received a large number of survivors, so if someone were to hide inside, it would be easy...
The messenger's face quickly turned red, and the hand holding the invitation loosened and dropped it. He then touched the big hand that was restricting his breathing and tried desperately to pry it open.
"Let...how...do I know...it's just...a minion..."
Xia Yan took the last letter, tore it open, took out the paper inside, and quickly scanned it, landing on three words -
Jing Yimai.
It was indeed him.
She bent down to pick up her own invitation, got off the defense tower, and headed straight for the resort gate, ignoring the messenger's increasingly fierce struggle.
Never have good intentions towards such people. Anyone who can follow Jing Wenbin cannot have clean hands. You must never let the tiger go back to the mountain.
Chu Wanfu was not a pushover either. He naturally knew that keeping him would likely cause endless troubles. This kind of villain was best at sneaking around in the dark and affecting unity.
He turned and left with the invitation, and his silent back determined the messenger's fate.
He also went straight to the resort, his destination being Jiang Li's villa, and asked professionals to examine whether there were any problems with the letter.
…
Jing Yimai felt the pain on his eyelids from the rising sun. He stretched his right hand out of the water and groped around on the shelf next to him.
Until his fingers touched something slightly cool, and with a light tap of his fingertips, his red eyelids suddenly darkened.
He continued to adjust it and stopped only when his eyes felt comfortable.
My mind finally relaxed, but what followed was a pain that left no part of my body untouched.
Since I stepped up my training, I've been experiencing this kind of soreness from time to time.
"It would be great if someone could use a fascia knife to help me eliminate lactic acid." Jing Yimai murmured, mentally going through the faces of familiar people, trying to find one who could cooperate.
A fantastic idea suddenly emerged in his mind. Maybe he could open a training and recovery room in the future. He could spend only a few points and then safely leave his back to the other party.
For someone like him who developed social anxiety later in life, this is perfect.
"That's a good idea. After I kill Jing Wenbin, I'll talk to the boss about renting a place on the island and making some small crystal cores."
When no one is around, Jing Yimai likes to talk to himself, probably to prevent his language function from degenerating...
"You have a new message. Do you want to start reading it now?"
The voice broadcast system in the room suddenly sounded. Jing Yimai opened his eyes suddenly and subconsciously looked towards the bathroom entrance, while pulling a large bath towel to cover himself.
Fortunately, there was no one there.
At this time, the voice will repeat the announcement again.
Jing Yimai prepared to stand up, "Yes."
"The shop owner asked if you were home and invited you to meet at the central square. Please respond within one minute, otherwise it will be considered a rejection and the message mode will be turned on."
Jing Yimai was stunned for a moment, his mind full of questions about who the owner of the shop was. There was also the question of who the owner of the shop was.
When the electronic butler's countdown reached the middle number, Jing Yimai suddenly stopped wiping the water.
Could it be Boss Xia?!
She is the only one running the business. Didn’t she always call herself the owner of the shop?
"Are you talking about Boss Xia?"
"yes."
Jing Yimai was saddened by the truth, "I agree, I'll be there in five minutes."
"Received, replied."
He hurriedly put on his clothes, quickly and accurately wiped his hair with a dry towel until it was half dry, and prepared to go out.
It’s not that he has any special feelings towards Xia Yan. As an old customer of the hotel, he knows very well that Xia Yan will never take the initiative to look for someone. He would rather pretend not to know someone after handing over the crystal core.
Anyone who wanted to have a good relationship with her eventually gave up. When Jing Yimai heard their complaints, he found it ridiculous. Why would anyone want to be friends with you when your purpose was so clear?
So the fact that she came to make an appointment at this moment shows how precious she is, and she must have something important to say.
Jing Yimai rode his electric bike at full speed, crossing two major areas and finally arrived at the central square.
At this moment, it has already exceeded three times the 5 minutes he mentioned.
Xia Yan sat under the parasol and waved to him.
"You really keep your word. You'll be here in five minutes, and sure enough, there's only right, no left." She condemned, holding a colorful straw in her mouth.
I was so careless. How could I believe this lie that it would arrive soon?
Jing Yimai could hardly hide his embarrassment.
“There are too many people and we can’t get an electric bike.”
"Is it my fault?" Xia Yan glanced at him.
“…”
Xia Yan took a sip of his iced drink, and after seeing his embarrassment for a long time, he took out the invitation and pushed it in front of him, then got straight to the point:
"Let's cut to the chase. I'm here today for a serious matter. Jing Wenbin sent someone to deliver this to you today, and you're on the invitation list. It's up to you to decide whether or not to go."
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