"Can you do it?"
"I just thought of a very suitable solution."
Shi Jinzhe withdrew his arm and steadied her shoulder. From an outsider's perspective, they were just a couple whispering to each other.
"I would like to hear the details."
Shekh's lips parted, silently uttering five words.
"Let him into the game."
Why should she clean up the mess? Wouldn't it be better to give her a taste of her own medicine?
Shi Jinzhe looked down at her.
She said that the debts of the children should be repaid by the father, and she had no intention of hiding her thoughts.
Shekh did this for him.
"What do you think of my suggestion to threaten the system?"
Shi Jinzhe's face showed neither joy nor willingness, but Shehe could sense his feelings and knew he would agree.
Shi Jinzhe led her into a private room first, and after they ordered their food, he said, "Based on your suggestion, I have a better idea."
"What is it?"
"Let me find someone to help me." Shi Jinzhe called Meng Chengxi and asked him to come over when he had time.
If you're going to do this, then go all the way.
To avoid leaving any chance for Cheng Yun to turn the tables.
Having lived together for twenty years, I've come to understand this adoptive father quite well.
Cheng Yun enjoys pushing people to the brink of despair, yet he feigns kindness, pretending to let them go and enjoying their death throes like teasing a dog. This is a way for him to satisfy his sense of accomplishment.
With his abilities, he definitely won't die anytime soon.
If Cheng Yun seizes the opportunity to become a skilled player, it will be a very troublesome matter.
Shi Jinzhe has no interest in living a life of torment; if he's going to die, he'll die a complete death.
According to Shekh, the best approach to entering the game is to strip Cheng Yun of his initial cards after he enters the game.
Knock knock—
Hearing the waiter knock on the door to bring the appetizer soup, Shi Jinzhe's thoughts were interrupted, so he simply kissed Shehe on the ear.
After everyone left, Sheh brought over the soup and said, "You called Meng Chengxi here because you wanted him to find a scapegoat."
"Yes, he has connections and can help with this."
"Would someone as upright as him agree?"
“Some people’s sins cannot be erased by a single bullet. Honesty requires flexibility. He has experienced so many situations, seen a lot and seen things clearly. Besides, we are all gamers. When it comes to revenge in real life, Meng Chengxi will not ask too many questions that he shouldn’t ask. It is appropriate for him to help.”
According to Shi Jinzhe, the criminal who murdered Meng Chengxi's family is still alive, and the execution will have to wait quite some time.
Meng Chengxi could easily buy a one-time team-up item and personally finish off his enemy in the game, making a heinous criminal a cheater.
Sher took a sip of the soup and thought that Shi Jinzhe's suggestion was just as good as the soup itself.
“You’re right, then Cheng Yun will just be an escapist player like Cheng You’an.”
"Will you think I'm too heartless?"
"Don't ask me such hypocritical questions. In the game, we're killing other people's fathers, wives, brothers, and children. If we kill one more, would you feel heartless?"
Shekh knew what he wanted to hear, but still answered truthfully, "It must be cruel to others, but since it's already done, don't worry about it."
"You're right, we have to be ruthless."
The dishes were served one after another, and halfway through the meal, Meng Chengxi knocked on the door and came in.
“I saw a really cool Dongfeng car outside just now. Did you see it when you came?” He pulled out his phone. “I even took several pictures.”
"Smack."
A sports car-shaped key was tossed on the table.
Shi Jinzhe: "Do me a favor, I'll give you one."
Shech stopped chewing.
The rhetoric seemed familiar.
The flatbread looks so familiar.
Big liar.
Meng Chengxi took a step back, saying, "It is absolutely impossible for me to commit murder, arson, crimes, or to aid and abet evil."
"Don't worry, it's a good thing." Shi Jinzhe raised his hand and gestured for someone to sit down. "Have you eaten? If not, sit down and listen to me."
Meng Chengxi sat down with some skepticism.
An hour later, he touched his forehead, grabbed a handful of hair, and finally smacked his lips. "I don't want the car, but do you think this thing can really work?"
"Do you want revenge?"
"Of course I want to."
Shi Jinzhe gazed at him quietly. "You can think about it first. Don't rush to give me an answer. If you need money, you can tell me."
He went to find Cheng Yun.
Cheng Yun would want to know about his mother, after all, he was still hoping to change his fate by taking advantage of her luck.
"Let me think about it for a few days, and I'll give you an answer when I've made up my mind."
"Can."
After finishing our business, it was time to settle the accounts.
Standing at the restaurant entrance, Meng Chengxi stared at the Pagani and said to him, "I thought you just looked rich, but I didn't expect you actually were."
Shi Jinzhe said: "One can be low-key, but one cannot be truly poor."
Shekh chuckled softly beside him.
"I'm so jealous, I'm leaving now." Meng Chengxi walked towards his parking space. "My home is too far away, I'll go first, see you later."
"See you later."
Shi Jinzhe took Shehe away and only explained to her after they got into the car, "You can't show weakness when talking to people. I wasn't pretending just now. I can't exactly tell him that when I met you, I was living in a shared apartment and only had three thousand yuan left."
“You didn’t tell him, but you told me.” Shekh recalled that just a few months ago, she was still huddled in that shared room, hiding her tail between her legs.
She had a deep impression of the shared apartment, but she didn't know that Shi Jinzhe only had three thousand yuan at that time.
Shi Jinzhe was still saying, "Thanks to you, I'm rich now. To repay you, I'll give you all my money from now on."
"What if you don't have money? How will you repay me?"
"Then the only option left is to repay him with my body."
Shi Jinzhe was driving and couldn't concentrate, and now he was regretting not having a driver.
He only took a moment to stroke Sheikh's hair a couple of times when he drove onto a busy road that was still busy at 10 p.m.
Shekh only showed him the back of his head, tilted to the side, facing the window, listening to people singing by the roadside.
A man and a woman, holding guitars and connected to a stereo system, on a late February night, their white breaths couldn't hide their faces red from the cold.
What song is this?
"Maple leaves".
Shekh saw someone throw a five-dollar bill in front of the two of them, and turned around to ask Shi Jinzhe, "May I? I want them to sing this song again."
Shi Jinzhe parked his car on the side of the road, opened his mobile payment page, and said, "I don't have any cash, please scan the code."
Sher got out of the car with his phone, and two minutes later, he got back in and started listening to music.
The man and woman singing didn't understand why someone would pay a thousand dollars to listen to them sing instead of using a car stereo.
But if the money is right, they can sing, even on repeat.
Shi Jin sat in the car with her until the end of the song, and on the way back, he asked Shehe, "Do you like this song?"
"I feel like I've heard this somewhere before,"
Shech said uncertainly, "When the woman sang the line urging all things to bloom, I thought of your mother's voice, but only that one line."
“She has seen you many times. Maybe one day you will remember everything, and we will know what happened to her.”
Shi Jinzhe put on another song in the car to distract Shekh: "Some things need a trigger, don't worry about me."
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