-19- Old feudal
Zhao Jinghuan was a little hesitant. She had a natural and inexplicable resistance to the idea of moving to the company. However, from a rational point of view, moving here was actually a very good choice. Saving money was a very important positive factor. In addition, Lu Kai's office was actually more spacious than the second bedroom she was currently renting for 600 yuan. What's more, as Lu Kai said, after everyone got off work in the evening, the entire studio would become Zhao Jinghuan's space, which would naturally save her from many of the troubles of sharing a house. Lu Kai saw that Zhao Jinghuan was gradually tempted, so he quickly struck while the iron was hot, saying that although this was an old neighborhood, it had complete living facilities and there was a morning market nearby, making it convenient and cheap to buy groceries and cook. Zhao Jinghuan asked Lu Kai: "But if I live in the office, where will you work? There won't be enough room for an extra workstation in the living room, right?" Lu Kai was amused by her: "You think too highly of me, don't you? What kind of work do I have? It's just right that there is no room for a workstation. Move my desk out later and put it against the kitchen door. I'll find a buyer on Xianyu and sell it to you." He took out the small stool he usually used from behind the door, "This is enough for me. This is my mobile workstation." Lu Kai didn't give Zhao Jinghuan a chance to think about it. He "insisted on having his own way" and finalized the matter. Then he wanted to help Zhao Jinghuan move, saying that the sooner it was done, the better and he could put this matter to rest. He still had to study Dorasi's affairs during the day tomorrow and didn't want to delay his work. "Just consider it a favor. If you move in, I'll feel less guilty." He pointed to the tomato-printed banner on the wall that prodded him. "Thirty thousand of them, five million of them." "I really can't afford to give you a raise right now." Zhao Jinghuan couldn't resist Lu Kai's constant nagging. Thinking that saving six hundred yuan would certainly relieve her stress, she agreed to "move in" at the company, though she still had some concerns. "Should I ask Zou Jie and Tomato for their opinion?" Lu Kai waved his hand. "Why ask them? They don't pay rent." It was already past closing time, and the movers they'd called weren't willing to work overtime that night. Fortunately, Zhao Jinghuan said she didn't have much stuff, so Lu Kai decided to help her move in his own car. Lu Kai usually took the bus to work, and this was the first time Zhao Jinghuan had seen his "car"—an old, gray, and shabby Jetta. The station manager at the takeout station had a similar car, but it looked much younger than Lu Kai's. It's hard to imagine that Lu Kai, who drives this kind of car, can actually come up with 5 million in cash. …
Zhao Jinghuan hesitated. She had a natural, inexplicable resistance to moving in with the company. However, rationally speaking, moving in was a good option. Saving money was a significant positive factor. Furthermore, Lu Kai's office was actually more spacious than the second bedroom she currently rented for 600 yuan.
What's more, as Lu Kai said, after everyone gets off work in the evening, the entire studio will become Zhao Jinghuan's space, which will naturally save a lot of trouble when sharing a house.
Lu Kai saw that Zhao Jing was gradually attracted, so he struck while the iron was hot, saying that although this was an old neighborhood, it had complete living facilities and a morning market nearby, making it convenient and cheap to buy groceries and cook.
Zhao Jinghuan asked Lu Kai, "But if I move into the office, where will you work? There won't be enough extra workstations in the living room, right?"
Lu Kai was amused by her. "You think too highly of me, don't you? I don't have any work to do. It's just right that I don't have enough space for my workstation. I'll move my desk out and place it against the kitchen door. I'll find a buyer on Xianyu and sell it to them later." He pulled out the small stool he usually used from behind the door. "This is all I need. This is my mobile workstation."
Lu Kai did not give Zhao Jinghuan a chance to think about it, and "stubbornly" finalized the matter. Then he wanted to help Zhao Jinghuan move, saying that the sooner it was done, the sooner it would be done and the worry would be over. He still had to study Dorasi's matter during the day tomorrow, so he didn't want to delay his work.
"Just consider it a favor and move in. I'll feel less guilty." He pointed to the tomato-printed banner on the wall that provoked him. "Make 30,000 of them, and they'll cost 5 million."
"I really don't have the ability to give you a raise right now."
Zhao Jinghuan couldn't stand Lu Kai's nagging, and when she thought about how saving 600 yuan would indeed relieve a lot of pressure for herself, she agreed to "stay" at the company, although she was still a little worried.
"Should I ask Sister Zou and Tomato for their opinions?"
Lu Kai waved his hand: "Why ask them? They don't pay the rent."
It was already past the time to get off work, and the movers they called were unwilling to work overtime at night. Fortunately, Zhao Jinghuan said that she didn't have much stuff, so Lu Kai decided to drive his own car to help Zhao Jinghuan move.
Lu Kai usually took the bus to and from work, and this was the first time Zhao Jinghuan had seen his "vehicle"—an old, gray, and shabby Jetta. The station owner had a similar car, but it looked much younger than Lu Kai's.
It's hard to imagine that Lu Kai, who drives this kind of car, can actually come up with 5 million in cash.
For a whole year after graduation, Zhao Jinghuan was busy delivering takeout. She had no time to spend money, basically no use of cosmetics, and not many clothes, but she had a lot of pots and pans as someone who cooked for herself.
Lu Kai helped Zhao Jinghuan pack, and then he filled up his old Jetta again and again. Zhao Jinghuan looked at the Jetta that was packed full, and felt a little embarrassed, but Lu Kai said, "It can be packed into one car, it's really not much."
The two drove back to Haiya Lane. After parking the car downstairs, Lu Kai suddenly became "male chauvinist" and told Zhao Jinghuan not to do anything at all. He asked her to stay by the car and watch the things. He insisted on moving all of Zhao Jinghuan's things upstairs by himself.
However, Lu Kai wasn't particularly strong, and he'd never worked as a porter before. Even with all his might, he could only lift one or two large items at a time. After three trips up and down the stairs, he was sweating profusely. There was still a pile of miscellaneous items to carry, and seeing that if he continued like this, it would probably take until dawn, he finally agreed to let Zhao Jinghuan help.
Lu Kai originally thought that Zhao Jinghuan was a girl after all, so she shouldn't be able to exert much strength. However, although Zhao Jinghuan was definitely not as strong as Lu Kai, as a rider for more than half a year, her ability to climb stairs was much better than Lu Kai's.
While Lu Kai was resting, Zhao Jinghuan raced up and down the stairs, swiftly. Initially, Lu Kai could chalk up Zhao Jinghuan's superhuman speed to a lack of energy management. However, seeing Zhao Jinghuan still barely breathing on his third trip up the stairs, Lu Kai panicked. The cart's contents dwindled, and Lu Kai realized he was about to be relegated from a "main" role to a "support" role. He didn't dare rest any longer, and quickly picked up the rice cooker and ran upstairs.
Zhao Jinghuan's involvement significantly improved the efficiency of the move. In less than an hour and a half, the two of them had emptied the Jetta. Lu Kai secretly calculated that Zhao Jinghuan had come from behind and seemed to have moved more things than he had. Even though Lu Kai had moved the first few large items, he should still have surpassed Zhao Jinghuan in terms of weight. But he still felt a pang of jealousy, as if he had lost face.
So, after teaching Zhao Jinghuan to open the sofa bed in the office, Lu Kai pushed his heavy desk into the living room by himself, and finally saved some face.
It was almost dawn when they finished all this. Both of them were exhausted. Lu Kai went to the kitchen to pour a glass of water for himself and Zhao Jinghuan respectively, and then sat down on the floor in the inner room. Zhao Jinghuan said the floor was cold and asked him to sit on the sofa, but Lu Kai shook his head and refused:
"It's your bed now."
As he spoke, he leaned back and lay on the cold floor in a big letter shape: "Oh, I'm dying, I need to rest for a while."
Zhao Jinghuan was amused by his words and said seriously, "Thank you for your help tonight." Then she noticed that her socks were leaking, and her face flushed red all the way to her ears. Zhao Jinghuan subconsciously curled her toes, but accidentally made the hole even bigger. She glanced at Lu Kai and found that he was not looking in her direction. She quickly pulled off both socks and hid them behind her back.
Her bare feet were exposed. Zhao Jinghuan looked at her bare nails and felt inexplicably regretful. It was already summer, but she had never gotten a manicure, even if it was just buying some nail polish online.
Then she suddenly thought of a fatal problem: after moving things for so long, would her feet stink? She thought about bending down to smell it, but before she did anything, she subconsciously looked in Lu Kai's direction.
This time she saw Lu Kai blushing as he peeked at her bare feet.
Zhao Jinghuan felt as if she had received an electric shock, and all ten of her toes suddenly curled up into a ball. Their eyes then met, and Lu Kai, caught in the act, quickly turned his head away, blushing.
“I…I…”
Lu Kai said "I" several times, but couldn't find a way to excuse himself. The room suddenly felt a bit awkward and ambiguous, like a man and a woman alone together.
Zhao Jinghuan slowly pulled out a freshly opened vacuum bag and gently placed it over her feet. Lu Kai also slowly turned around, facing away from Zhao Jinghuan.
Neither of them spoke, and they remained in a stalemate for several minutes, until Zhao Jinghuan thought to himself:
The Qing Dynasty has been gone for many years, and I just showed my feet.
Zhao Jinghuan felt a little dry in the mouth. She picked up the water that Lu Kai had just poured for her and drank it in big gulps, as if this could dilute the awkward atmosphere in the room.
The cup was soon empty, but she still felt thirsty. However, the cannibalistic feudal ethics made her ashamed to go out barefoot to get water.
Zhao Jinghuan bit the rim of the cup inexplicably, but immediately regretted it - the sound of teeth colliding with glass made the awkward silence in the room deafening.
Fortunately, Zhao Jinghuan, in a panic, suddenly found a suitable topic:
"Have you figured out what to do about that...factory matter?"
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