Chapter 2020
Asahi Xiqiu watched the black Porsche disappear into the dust, a hint of sadness appearing on his face.
So why don't you buy his melons? They are obviously big, round and ripe!! QAQ
The first attempt to promote watermelons was a complete failure. They were like eggplants hit by frost, with a sad and miserable atmosphere all over them.
With arms covered in scratches, hands dripping with blood, and glass shards all over his body, he looked even more pitiful.
It was just like a fox that was kicked while walking on the side of the road, and it was trembling with its dull tail.
He lowered his head, glanced at the half-ripe melon in his arms, rubbed the melon skin with his fingers, and murmured: "Although it's a bit bad to always like to entangle people, the inner core of this half of the melon is still very good... How come no one wants it..."
The watermelon in my arms didn't answer. Of course, as a fruit, it couldn't talk. Only the air was filled with a clearer and clearer sweetness.
Asahi Xiqiu weighed the half-ripe watermelon, his voice slowed down, and he said to himself: "Well, in this case, I have to take it back myself."
He wants the melon that no one wants. He eats the melon that no one eats! Chaori Xiqiu hums in his heart.
Don’t underestimate the fresh watermelon. That person will have no chance to eat such a delicious watermelon next time.
Thinking of this, Chao Ri Xi Qiu finally withdrew his mind from the failed promotion of Porsche 356A with gifts.
It was also at this moment that he noticed the densely packed translucent bullet screen that had appeared diagonally above him.
[Jingguang and the others are back to school. But when the camera comes over, it turns out to be a car. The car that flashes by looks a bit like the big brother’s car.]
[Huh!? This, this, this is not right...! ]
[Family, I just paused and zoomed in, it really is Gin's Porsche 356A ()]
Morning Sun and Evening Autumn:?
What big brother, what gin, what does this mean?
Chaori Xiqiu didn't quite understand. Is there anyone selling wine here? He was the only one selling melons (but failed)!
[Wait, wait, what does this scene mean...]
[No way! Oh my god! The supporter Asahi mentioned could be Big Brother? Huh? ? ]
[666, I knew that the big fox was more than just a senior in the police academy]
[Following the classic process, the next part will show the life in the winery. OK, I bet the code will be revealed within five episodes.]
Chaori Xiqiu: "..."
Although it was still hard to understand, there was always a sense of danger looming from the main plot. Through the barrier of the other world, he could also feel a chill through the bullet screen, as if the main plot was pretending to be a ghost blowing cold air behind his neck.
Chaori Xiqiu quickly regained his composure and understood: What does this tip tell us? It tells us not to change jobs casually! If you want to sell melons, just sell them well and don't think about working in a factory.
He would not consider working in a winery, and he probably would not be able to pursue this career path. After all, he was not a student of the relevant major, and he was not very good at distinguishing the real and fake wines on the market.
Thinking of this, Chao Ri Xi Qiu hugged the watermelon in his arms tightly, and became more determined to pursue a career as a watermelon stall owner.
[I just realized why Asahi is holding half a watermelon hhh, the handsome guy's action of holding the watermelon with both hands is so funny, help me, what is he doing?]
[I am dying of laughter. Why are there so many gossips recently? The production team’s desire to eat gossips is even shown through animation! 】
[There is a close-up shot of the watermelon for several seconds. I would boldly guess that this is not an ordinary watermelon.]
[Add one in front, although it looks like a watermelon, it is most likely not a watermelon. You have to know that the world of science is not that simple. Maybe there are explosives buried inside, contraband hidden, or cameras and eavesdropping devices installed...]
Morning Sun and Evening Autumn:?
Can a melon be used in so many ways? His eyes widened in astonishment.
Then, Chao Ri Xi Qiu suddenly recalled the stiffness and strength of the silver-haired man when she first handed over the watermelon in her hand.
The scene just now reappeared in front of my eyes. Those dark green eyes were like a cluster of dark fires in the dark night. They were cold, but had the power to burn everything.
Asahi Yuaki's forearm twitched for some reason, as if his muscle memory had been awakened, and he subconsciously wanted to defend or attack - this meant that the opponent at that time had a similar attitude.
Ah, I figured it out. Chaori Xiqiu blinked. The other party felt that his melon was not safe and might not be the real melon, so no wonder he didn't accept it!
Following this line of thought, the slight anxiety he had felt before the sun set suddenly dissipated a lot. He suddenly became enlightened.
So that's what happened. It doesn't seem like his sales skills were bad, or that Xiguajun was not good enough, but that the person was thinking too much and had a misunderstanding.
Great! Asahi Yuaki's eyes sparkled.
Next time, when it is proven that the watermelon is really just a watermelon, I believe the other party will be willing to buy his own watermelon.
A Porsche means he is a big customer. Chaori Xiqiu made a note of it in his heart. He was probably a small boss. He wondered if he could convince him to buy some watermelons for his employees and expand his business.
Because the screen didn't change much, the barrage was still discussing what happened before.
[I don’t think there’s anything hidden inside the watermelon. Most of this episode was about Soshouichi’s bomb. There won’t be any more. I think this is just an ordinary watermelon.]
[Impossible! If it was an ordinary watermelon, there would be no need for a shot. And why would Asahi be holding an ordinary, useless watermelon? There must be a deeper meaning.]
Chaori Xiqiu:? What do you mean by useless? Isn’t being able to eat delicious food a great use?
[Hey, speaking of which, didn’t Porsche just appear? If the big brother is really the backup as Asahi said, then if we analyze this guy carefully, maybe he is just a connector? ]
[That makes sense! Half a watermelon is eye-catching, unique, and at the same time not particularly noticeable, which is very suitable for docking items.]
[Ha! So that's how it is. I understand...]
When he caught a glimpse of the last trace emerging from the right side, Chao Ri Xi Qiu suddenly felt his eyelids twitching.
Before the bullet screen rolled out completely, he quickly closed the translucent bullet screen with his mind!
——It was a close call. I almost saw the main plot character again.
He exhaled heavily.
Chaori Xiqiu decided to give full play to the spirit of the ostrich. If you can't see it, just pretend it doesn't exist. When you close your eyes, there is nothing.
Okay, stop imagining, he wants to go home and enjoy his watermelon.
Chaohi Xiqiu Huan hugged the half watermelon in his arms and started to go home. Because the wounds on his body were too conspicuous, he tried to avoid the main road and returned to his rented house.
The Wai Shou Laundry next door was burned beyond recognition. Although the fire had been extinguished, traces of the burnt goods were left. The thick smoke even infected the house of Chao Ri Xi Qiu next door, and the shock wave generated by the explosion on the second floor also shattered the window glass.
Chao Ri Xi Qiu entered the master bedroom near the laundry shop outside and saw broken glass all over the floor. He was silent for half a second, then walked forward and rolled up the blanket, intending to move into the second bedroom on the other side near Christina.
There is no other way. I will tell the landlord about the explosion next door. Until the window is fixed, it is probably not suitable to live there.
Chaori Xiqiu sighed, then cheered up again.
Fortunately, there is a second bedroom! This second bedroom is next to Miss Christina's house, which is quiet and non-intrusive, and is very suitable for living.
Chao Ri Xi Qiu made a new bed, healed his wounds, and slept in the second bedroom at night.
Perhaps it was because he met someone who looked very much like his childhood friend today. In a state of half-sleep and half-wakefulness, some unclear and distant images slowly emerged in his mind.
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"A stupid choice." The boy with long silver hair said bluntly. He was about 18 or 19 years old, on the verge of adulthood. He had grown tall and handsome.
"Really?" The fox-eyed boy sitting next to him smiled, holding a poker card between his right fingers - it was a club J. He said, "I got the knight card with great difficulty. This is also an interesting road."
"Interesting?" The silver-haired boy sneered, and then continued, "You should have chosen a code name like me, instead of this one."
"The code name will always exist. As long as the organization exists, it will not change. And you, if you lose this card once, you will die." The silver-haired boy narrowed his eyes, "Why not take the code name, rely on your strength, and then slowly climb to the top."
"But I want to go faster, so I choose J (Knight)." The fox-eyed boy answered lightly, "As long as the [King] I assist can actually sit in that position, then..."
There are many genetically bred Karasuma heirs in the organization, with four in each batch, corresponding to the four Ks (kings) in the playing cards.
The sleeping gentleman basically wakes up once every ten years or so, and he will choose one of the four Karasuma heirs to serve as the temporary leader of the organization.
Four Kings and four Jacks. They are partners that are tied to each other and compete to become a group of winners.
"You're gambling. You're placing a bet." The silver-haired boy pointed out accurately. He turned his head and frowned slightly. "Why do you want to walk faster? You're not the type to pursue power. What do you want by climbing so high?"
His voice was cold, analytical, and sharp, mixed with subtle temptations and doubts.
"Me? I don't want anything. I just think it's interesting and want to give it a try." The fox-eyed boy frowned. All emotions were hidden in his frowning eyes, and nothing could be seen.
The silver-haired boy didn't seem to completely believe what he said, but he didn't ask any further questions.
He looked straight ahead and talked about another serious matter: "Recently, a lot of information within the organization seems to have leaked out. The intelligence department found the code name that was used to pass on the information - [Nightingale]."
The fox-eyed boy tilted his head.
"It looks like they're going to conduct another cleanup and thorough inspection internally." The silver-haired boy slowly wiped the gun he was given.
"Hmm... Looks like I can't be lazy about the recent mission report." The fox-eyed boy smiled, stood up from his seat, and put on the half red fox mask he brought with him. "It's time. I'll go to the assembly point and meet my K first."
Passing through the hazy corridor in his dream memories, the fox-eyed boy walked into a room.
There was a rather thin figure sitting at the edge, with a poker card of the King of Clubs in front of him.
The moment the fox-eyed boy stood in front of him, the man immediately raised his face. His cheeks still had a childish look, and his eyes were as alert as a little leopard.
"Hello, King Karasuma, I am the King of Clubs." The fox-eyed boy introduced himself with a smile. His red fox mask only covered half of his face, enough to reveal his curled smiling lips.
"I'm not a 'little' king. I'm already fourteen years old." The man wrinkled his nose and emphasized the title first, "You should call me the King of Clubs."
"But I'm five years older than you." The 19-year-old fox-eyed boy replied with a wink.
However, he did not dwell on this question, and naturally changed the subject, returning to the main topic, "From now on, we are a team - you work hard to move up, and I will do my best to help you. If we lose, we will be executed."
"...If you don't let me down, I won't let you down either." The King of Clubs said in a low voice.
He tilted his head upward, his black hair like crow feathers slanting down beside his ears. Although he looked thin, like a bamboo stick, his light green eyes were exceptionally bright, flashing with the color of a fierce leopard, and as cold and focused as a crow: "The winner belongs to me."