Zhao Xiaoyue quickly made her stance clear: she hated people remembering her at the comic convention, especially hated people staring at her face.
"What are you saying? I'm not that kind of person. Besides, you're definitely not my type."
Zhao Xiaoyue came up with an excuse, "I heard from the people at the casino that you are very knowledgeable about wine. I own a winery, would you be interested in getting involved?"
The anime convention laughed. "Just for this?"
"Otherwise what?" Zhao Xiaoyue shrugged. "I just own a winery, but I don't know much about wine. It's a family business, and because I don't know anything about it, I've been cheated out of so many people. By the time I realized it, it was too late."
She started playing the victim, saying, "The best bottle is probably a hundred years old, and it was stolen and sold... I heard you know about this stuff, so you'll be in charge of everything. Interested?"
People who enjoy alcohol at anime conventions are not addicted to it; just like some people who love buying all kinds of bags don't actually use them to carry things.
The eye color changed at the comic convention, but I still refused, saying, "It's not credible."
Why let him manage the winery for no reason, without any kinship or friendship? He's clearly not a good person.
Zhang Xiaomeng eavesdropped on their conversation, listening with great interest and curiosity. When did the captain get a winery? He had no idea!
After listening for half an hour, all I saw was the helmsman talking about this and that, but the person on the hospital bed didn't react at all, or just say, "It's not credible."
In a fit of anger, Zhao Xiaoyue blurted out, "You sissy at the anime convention, you think you're so great!"
At the anime convention, Wu Lan's eyes widened again. Why did those words sound so familiar?
Then, with his arms crossed and a fierce look in his eyes, he shouted, "Zhang Xiaomeng!"
Zhang Xiaomeng responded and entered, "Yes, sir, take the helm!"
"Is it difficult to find two people to kidnap someone and bring them back to the country?"
"That's true..."
Zhang Xiaomeng's desire for an airplane was obvious.
Zhao Xiaoyue was furious. "Go back and buy a plane!"
An invisible life force instantly flowed into Zhang Xiaomeng's body. "Yes!"
Zhao Xiaoyue left, which infuriated her. A gay man with a stubborn temper is just unbelievable. She'll deal with it slowly when she gets back to China.
Zhang Xiaomeng looked at the person on the bed and chuckled. But as he looked, the person suddenly turned into an airplane struggling.
How magical!
The more the comic convention struggled, the happier Zhang Xiaomeng became.
Has he just escaped one danger only to fall into another?
Zhang Xiaomeng hired bodyguards hidden in the shadows to gag him; this was his private jet, and he absolutely couldn't let it escape.
The unknown fear bound him to the comic convention; he didn't actually know what was wrong with him, his mind was a complete mess.
My memory is sometimes good, sometimes bad, sometimes absent, sometimes one way, sometimes another.
Now I've been kidnapped by this person whose name I don't even know, and they want me to go back to China first? Which country? I have so many questions.
But with his mouth tied, his body wrapped in bandages, and judging from the appearance of having undergone surgery, he had no way to escape.
Zhao Xiaoyue went to see a doctor, a British doctor with deep-set eyes and a hooked nose. He adjusted his glasses, and upon hearing that the patient was leaving, gave her a lot of instructions.
The doctor noticed the family's careful attention and felt it was necessary to remind them, "He had been electrocuted, so he shouldn't have survived, but he is indeed alive and doesn't have a concussion or anything."
Zhao Xiaoyue listened carefully and realized that she had indeed suffered a lot at the comic convention, especially from the electric torture devices. She was also worried about the long-term effects.
This person is actually quite vain.
Zhao Xiaoyue wrote down everything the doctor said and bought several injections of anesthetic drugs and painkillers.
These things are legal abroad.
Zhang Xiaomeng took the person to a specially prepared medical vehicle and thoughtfully rented a specialist doctor.
Zhao Xiaoyue got out of the car and opened the door, and was quite surprised. It was small but had all the essential parts!
Zhang Xiaomeng smiled smugly. The captain had finally agreed to buy a plane. He was overjoyed!
Zhao Xiaoyue gave a fake smile in return. Dream on! She didn't say when!
After staying in the UK for a month, they returned home.
Hou Taotao received the notification and, along with Yu Muqi, had been waiting at the airport for a long time. After a month, they were finally back.
The captain said he was going to pick someone up, and they didn't ask any further questions, just instructing Zhang Xiaomeng to keep an eye on the captain.
He was finally relieved when he received the phone call this morning.
From afar, I saw the plane land, the helmsman walking in front, and bodyguards carrying a stretcher behind him.
Zhang Xiaomeng is nowhere to be found!
Did he die in the line of duty?
What is Zhang Xiaomeng doing? He's sitting in the cockpit of the plane, grinning like an idiot.
It's finally complete!
Zhao Xiaoyue glanced at the silly-looking big guy and left; she still had to persuade the comic convention and do some ideological work.
The rent for this place is so high; it's going to be deducted from her salary, and just thinking about it makes my wallet ache.
When she couldn't bear the pain halfway through the comic convention, Zhao Xiaoyue decisively got an anesthetic injection and a painkiller injection, and has been sleeping ever since.
Yu Muqi was genuinely surprised as the person drew closer; the captain had brought back a foreign man!
And they brought them back tied up!
Zhao Xiaoyue glanced at Yu Muqi, who quickly suppressed his curiosity.
Three days later
When the anime convention worker woke up again, he was still in the hospital, and he was struggling even more.
Even when Zhang Xiaomeng made a threatening gesture, Hou Taotao couldn't stop him, and she realized what the problem was.
"Let me go! Let me out! Just tell me how much money you want!"
Zhang Xiaomeng chuckled maliciously, "Dream on!"
He could understand the conversation between the foreigner and the helmsman, so he was still very polite to the man.
"Our leader said that we will only release you when you come to the decision to join our hunters."
Tied to the bed at the comic convention, he had no intention of joining any organization; he'd had enough. He struggled for a while, his face contorted in pain.
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