Chapter 10: Uber Eats delivery driver Koike Kamifami…
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Du Yuanshan answered the call from her agent: "Whoever broke the news is crazy."
The sound echoed in the huge living room.
In a corner of the living room, the built-in fireplace crackled. Du Yuanshan walked to the fireplace with her mobile phone in hand and kicked the black, white and brown wall with her bare feet.
Suddenly, the flames grew several times larger and engulfed the firewood.
"Ah!" Du Yuanshan was startled and took her ear away from the receiver.
Agent: "Are you angry? I told you I'd handle it, but you insisted."
Du Yuanshan was frightened and took a few steps back.
Several tongues of fire resembled a Medusa-like mutated dragon, arrogantly spitting flames in an attempt to break free from the seal.
"Move your stinky feet away." A man in blue pajamas was lying on a single sheepskin sofa at the back, turning the small remote control with his fingertips, controlling the flame in the electronic fireplace like a magic wand.
Low heat → medium heat → high heat, have a lot of fun.
Du Yuanshan hung up the phone and walked around the fireplace with her arms folded. "If I remember correctly, it didn't look like this yesterday."
"It went to Hogwarts for further studies." Chen Che picked up the Lego figure and embedded it into the three-color Lego brick wall.
Click, it's stuck.
The three-dimensional brick wall looks like a cliff rising from the ground, and several Lego figures are fighting on the cliff.
"Damn it! This fireplace costs 900,000!" Du Yuanshan howled.
The marble wall was surrounded by disordered Lego bricks, and the light gold lines were no longer visible.
The living dad had a blank expression on his face as he inserted the magic wand into the palm of the Lego man.
Du Yuanshan suppressed her heartache and squatted down to examine the little man: "Who is this bald donkey?"
“You know who.”
Once again being criticized by her son, the illiterate actress gritted her teeth and said, "Speak human language."
"Voldemort."
"You let the villain take center stage?"
"Isn't this cute?" Chen Che stroked Voldemort's face with his fingertips, wiping away the non-existent dust.
Du Yuanshan stood up and spread his hands.jpg: "900,000, compensate me."
"?" Chen Che was puzzled. "I picked it up?"
"Mother and son, let's settle accounts clearly."
The new cleaning lady stole a glance at Du Yuanshan, her inner drone fleet forming a "big star, so beautiful and young" formation. She resisted the urge to look and stepped forward: "Madam."
Du Yuanshan's eyes fell on the laundry basket held by her aunt. The wrinkled handmade suit she had bought for her son when she went to Milan to watch the fashion show was there. "...Sister Yan, the suit needs dry cleaning."
Aunt Yan nodded heavily and showed her the tray like a magic trick. Du Yuanshan could see the small foreign currency in the tray clearly.
Beautiful eyes reveal clear stupidity: confused up.
In the eyes of big stars, there is no concept of a few dollars.
"This is the money on the young master's bedside." Aunt Yan explained.
She signed the employment contract, memorized every clause, and presented the cash to her employer.
Shen Che reached for the money but couldn't reach it.
Du Yuanshan had already seized the opportunity, "Huh, 90 dollars?!"
She was very proud, like a bandit who had robbed and looted: "I won't take the money, but you have to compensate me for the fireplace."
"Give it back to me." Chen Che snatched back the stack of banknotes that was so thin that it was almost intangible from his mother's hand.
"Stingy guy..." Du Yuanshan was stunned as she watched him leave.
After a moment.
The whirlwind blew back, and Chen Che slapped out a blank bank check.
Chen Che: "You can pay the compensation yourself."
He refused to give her some foreign currency but let her fill in the check amount as she pleased?
What is this new type of investment?
Du Yuanshan approached eagerly: "Is the 90 dollar note a misprint? Is it worth more than 900,000 yuan?"
Someone said with a blank expression: "Your son's hard-earned money."
“???”
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Chi Leyou opened the accounting software and tapped the screen with the damaged capacitive stylus.
[Today's wage for working as a cow and horse: $90]
[Heytea: A cup of succulent green grapes for $7.99, $11 after tax.]
Looking at the consumption tax of nearly 11%, I felt a belated realization of the pain.
It is much more expensive than in China, and the price after tax will make you lose your appetite.
Thinking about how the big turkey helped her and solved her urgent problem, $11 was nothing.
She took out a Heytea card from her Shantiao bag.
After scanning the code, the mini program pops up a lottery wheel.
【Congratulations on winning】
Wow, the unlucky holy body actually won the prize!
[Show this winning screenshot and have another drink at the restaurant to receive a badge.]
Joy is sucked away by the black hole.
Chi Leyou smiled bitterly and should have bought another cup earlier.
She turned her head and looked at her roommate who was busy painting, and her voice was flattering: "Park~Painter~"
The girl, whose nose was almost sunken into the digital screen, hummed.
"Park Xigua." Chi Leyou blinked.
"Ah, my name is not Park Xiba!" Park Ye-jin's Chinese voice broke.
Chi Leyou laughed and fell back on the chair, "Would you like some Heytea?"
"Your treat?"
"It's only the basic style for $7.99." Grandet squinted his eyes, but his face was as soft as morning mist. "Thank you for helping me with my dreadlocks."
Park Ye-jin's English was thick with an accent: "Girl helps girl."
Chi Leyou sighed, snatched the scooter key from her roommate with one hand, and ruffled her bun with the other: "Uber Eats delivery driver Xiaochi is on duty!"
With energetic slogans and two healthy red clouds on her cheeks, she looks like the energetic heroine in a comic book.
Park Ye-jin, drained of her energy by the serialization, pawed at the air again and again: "Xiao Chi, please give me some of your energy."
There is a Heytea not far from the school.
The electric skateboard "Jingye Xiaochi" was delivered to the store smoothly.
There was no expected long queue. Chi Leyou generously handed over a banknote and a coin: "A glass of green grapes, thank you."
"I want to change my badge." She showed the mini program.
The foreign clerk called his colleague over, and the two of them babbled something and finally shrugged regretfully.
The promotion of giving away a badge for two cups of milk tea is only available at the new store in CF Pacific Mall.
My mood hit rock bottom.
The round-trip C-train fare is not cheap.
A candidate popped into my mind.
——Park Xigua: A poor kid from the kimchi country.
——Friend: An intern who didn’t even have time to return home for his brother’s glorious second marriage.
Who goes to luxury malls?
Xiaochi couldn't help but sigh at the law of conservation of good luck: Today's work went smoothly, and I was able to get some of my luck back.
The badge is really cute, the cup body is milk coffee color, and there are chewy pearls on the bottom.
A very cute bag pendant.
Huh? With just a few strokes of his mind, he sketched out a neat line drawing of the character.
The girl riding the electric skateboard suddenly braked.
Line drawing unfolds, automatic storyboarding——
The wealthy father handed his mistress a black card. The mistress's high heels made a domineering clicking sound as she pointed at the new season's ready-to-wear clothes on the shelf: "Take all that row off—"
Chi Leyou continued to develop her "poor thinking".
The rich sister will definitely give her boyfriend a black card, right?
The boyfriend stood at the counter, looked down on everyone with a disdainful look, and raised his hand to give orders.
“…” She picked up the eraser in her mind and erased someone’s arrogant look.
Chi Leyou found Uncle Zheng's contact information and dialed the number.
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The phone popped up a call.
"Hello, Uncle Zheng!"
A crisp, clear voice came from the receiver, full of energy, gently shaking Uncle Zheng's eardrum.
"Hello, Miss Chi." He didn't dare to neglect the girl whom the young master had sent him to investigate.
"I want to ask for his phone number." Chi Leyou lowered his voice, "Um, the beautiful sister's -"
She didn’t know Shen Che’s name.
Chi Leyou recalled Chen Che's noble attire. His current glamorous appearance was the "salary" he earned from accompanying his rich sister day and night.
Every industry has its difficulties.
There is no distinction between high and low in terms of professions.
"I'll go ask my wife to answer the phone." Uncle Zheng misunderstood and motioned Chi Leyou to wait.
"No, no, no." Chi Leyou suddenly came to his senses and realized that something was wrong.
How could she have been so impulsive as to bypass her sister and secretly ask for her boyfriend's number?!
Are you crazy?
Will the rich sister misunderstand her?
She doesn't like her sister's boyfriend!
"Uncle Zheng, I wish you a happy work and a big year-end bonus. Bye!"
During the handover process, the call was suddenly hung up.
Chen Che just picked up the phone: "Hello?"
Phone: "Beep, beep."
“…”
Uncle Zheng felt wronged. He had used his decades-old legs to run as fast as Su Bingtian, but he didn't expect the phone to be disconnected! If you want to blame someone, blame the huge size of the house!
Shen Che looked at the screen.
[Miss Chi - Cleaning the Swimming Pool (Young Master S-Rank)]
"Chi Leyou?" he asked.
Uncle Zheng, sweating profusely, nodded quickly: "It's Miss Chi."
"Why did she call you?" As the young master spoke, the air was filled with the smell of accountability.
Uncle Zheng, who was about to retire, burst out with some knowledge on how to coax the young master, and then changed the subject: "Miss Chi asked me for your phone number."
Shen Che put down the Lego bricks and paused his Hogwarts construction plan: "She is looking for me?"
"hold head high."
Chen Che saved Chi Leyou's number on his phone and asked again, "What does S-level mean?"
Uncle Zheng's expression was conflicted. He couldn't possibly say that Miss Chi was very important to the young master, could he?!
The young master is such a face-conscious man.
Aunt Yan brought over a plate of grapes. The new employee was full of energy and effort, reciting the grape varieties he had memorized a hundred times with ease: "Master, these are Sultana seedless grapes."
Uncle Zheng smoothly replied, "Ah, yes, yes, S-grade refers to Sultana grapes. Miss Chi's eyes are shining, and they look very similar to this variety of grapes."
Aunt Yan had never seen the protagonist they were talking about - but she could never go wrong nodding in agreement with her leader: "Yeah, exactly the same."
Chen Che's gaze slid from the double act duo to Grape.
The sweet aroma of fleshy green grapes fills the mouth.
By the time he realized what he was doing, the call had already been picked up by the other party.
"Hey, Leyou spaeking." The girl's voice was a little dull, with the rustling sound of the wind.
Chen Che: “You look for me.”
Chi Leyou exclaimed, "Huh?"
The sound of the wind came through the receiver and stopped abruptly beside Shen Che's ears. The dull sound disappeared, replaced by the familiar and clear sound in his memory.
Just like a peeled lychee, the delicious and juicy flesh always makes people salivate.
The setting sun on the mountain is busy putting away its afterglow.
Chi Leyou stopped by the roadside, holding a pink helmet, and asked, "Are the succulent grapes delicious?"
Chen Che walked to the backyard and stopped by the fountain, his tall figure melting into the afterglow of the setting sun.
The empty manor villa has a strong sunset glow not far away.
"It's okay." He said concisely.
"Does 'ok' mean 'ok', 'drinkable', or 'delicious'?"
The other party is like a system that investigates personality and asks him to choose the correct option.
Chen Che: “I can drink.”
The girl seemed to say to herself: "Oh, the reviews are pretty good, it's worth waiting in line for so long."
Chen Che patiently received the research call about Heytea.
"Is it convenient for you to go to the mall where we work?"
"What?" The aching leg bones reminded him of the painful three hours he had gone through. Shen Che was wary of the purpose of her call. "You still want me to be a prostitute?"
"No, no, no..." the girl blurted out, "I know you have other work. If you have time and happen to be shopping there, you can go to Heytea and buy a drink, the cheapest one will be fine. Collect two drinks and get a badge."
“…That’s it?”
"Yeah," the girl continued, "Do you have an email? I'll send you a screenshot of my winning number. You can redeem it by buying another cup with the screenshot, but it's only available at that Heytea."
Just wanted to report his gmail email:
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Chen Che became more cautious and told her about the Penguin Mail box.
"Okay, I'll send it to you later," the girl said in a relaxed tone, like a delivery boy who had completed his delivery mission, "I wish you good luck in your work."
After thinking for a moment, he added another exhortation: "Health is the capital of revolution. Goodbye."
"Beep, beep."
The phone was hung up very quickly.
The sun sets, and I have no time to appreciate the magnificent sunset.
What does she mean by making this call?
Let him drink milk tea alone and let him get a badge as a white collar.
He's a grown man, and he's missing a badge?
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