Chapter 34 "Are you worthy of mentioning her?" He exudes the air of old money...
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Downstairs of the girls' dormitory.
Chen Che got into the black business car.
Arms in black, white, yellow and brown stretched out from upstairs, and their thumbs were like a clear signal for connection, thumbs up, a tacit understanding.
"Master, this is Vic—" Uncle Zheng, whose English was not good, possessed superb intelligence gathering skills. "That person's information."
Wickham Nowak, 28, family member…
The young master's fingertips paused at the age column: "This old golden retriever is still in his sophomore year?" How many years of gap has he had?
Uncle Zheng, who was over fifty, choked: "Master, that old golden-haired guy came here as a refugee."
Chen Che looked down carefully at Jinmao's "resume" and understood instantly.
Wick came to the United States as a refugee and was already too old to enroll in school.
"He harassed a girl, but the victim didn't call the police?" Shen Che's face darkened instantly when he thought of the poor guy who had been harassed for several months without knowing it.
A wooden head! Even if you knock it ten thousand times, it will still not open up!
"Master, let's get down to business. He didn't do anything out of the ordinary. He went to the library every day to save a seat for Miss Chi. When Miss Chi arrived, he would say a few words to her and then sit down diagonally behind her."
He didn't add Chi Leyou on WeChat. Every day, he silently reserved the prime window seat for her. When she arrived, he would "knowingly" sit in the back.
I almost want to give a thumbs up to their amazing friendship.
——If I hadn’t seen the library surveillance.
The correct version of the story is that Wick had been eyeing the Chinese girl by the window for a long time. During breaks from studying, she would stare blankly at the cherry blossoms outside the window. He deliberately snatched her seat in the library when it opened.
He felt relieved when he met her disappointed look. But soon, he realized that the Chinese girl was not coming.
He panicked and vacated his seat, but a week later, he found the girl sitting back in her old seat.
Wick was eager to get close to her. He put a note on the table: "Hi, I have been paying attention to you for a long time. My Instagram account is..."
The girl finished reading and folded the note. Wick opened his phone and stared at his account.
The whole day passed without incident.
She has her social boundaries, and anyone who tries to intrude will be blocked outside the walls.
"Master, look, that damn golden retriever deliberately broke Miss Chi's glasses."
Chen Che looked up Yoyolooping's Instagram account and saw the post mourning the glasses.
He didn't say a bad word about the other party, nor did he spit any slander at him. He just calmly recounted what happened to Glasses.
Chen Che's heart felt heavy, and a sense of suffocation arose. If this isn't stupid, then what is it?!
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Two parallel lines are connected together, and the intersection is the glasses.
Wick appeared in the library more frequently, a sticky piece of candy that couldn't be shaken off, a shadowy stalker, and an extremely patient hunter.
No one knows whether he will wait for an opportunity to act.
After watching the video, Shen Che threw his phone aside with a clang. He looked up and met the eyes of the driver and Uncle Zheng in the central rearview mirror. Shen Che frowned: "Why are you looking at me? Look at the road."
The two of them looked away.
There was movement in the back seat again.
Sister Wang's voice rang out: "Master, would you like a drink?"
Chen Che opened the car refrigerator and put the jelly that he had hidden in his pocket for a long time into it.
The plastic shell, heated by body temperature, was placed side by side with the peach-flavored soda.
"Cool down your wooden head." He said as he closed the refrigerator door.
The young master was crazy, talking to a big jelly. Everyone closed their mouths, their expressions indescribable.
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Waking up in the warmth of her bed, she felt like she had traveled back in time. On a winter day, she'd plopped into her mother's down quilt after it dried in the sun, her nose filled with the scent of the sun.
She imitated her younger self and sucked the quilt.
Very good, no sense of smell at all.
When he learned that Chen Che had left like this, a hint of regret appeared in Chi Leyou's big dark eyes.
"It's my fault. I slept so soundly." He should have thanked me in person.
As soon as he finished speaking, his roommate saw Chi Leyou swinging his fist and hitting him on the head.
"Don't give yourself a concussion. Save your brain. I'll thank you in person next time. Pajama Brother is a pretty good person."
"You know, he always scolds me." The girl seemed to understand, "When he scolds me, I get angry."
My cerebellum got hot and I didn't even bother to thank him. I wanted to pounce on him and beat him up.
“…” After a moment of silence, Park Kimchi added narration, “Well, he deserves it.”
"He—" Before she could finish her words, bang—Chi Leyou raised her fist and hit the right side of her head. She felt that she was seriously ill.
She felt happy when she scolded Chen Che, but when others scolded him, her heart skipped a beat. Why did she feel resentful? It seemed like she didn't like others saying he was not good.
She folded Loopy's pajamas and placed them on the study chair. The image of someone sitting on a small chair with a big belly two hours ago jumped into her mind.
Chi Leyou curled his lips, picked out a good point about Chen Che, and analyzed it to Park Yezhen: "Actually, he is also... quite frugal."
Park Ye-jin: “Excuse me?”
The girl with tattoos on her arms who studies design in the next dorm recognized Chen Che's pajamas at a glance.
Five thousand dollars.
This is just the price of the shirt, the pants are separate.
And that tie.
After Chi Leyou fell asleep, Park Ye-jin chased him out to return the money. The brother glanced at him and didn't take it, saying, "She's just asleep, not dead. Let her return it herself."
“…”
This mouth.
Is it true that I won’t get ulcers?!
Park Ye-jin wanted to curse, is this how you Chinese date?
If this happened in Korea, not to mention the birth rate, even the marriage rate would drop to freezing point!
In love with love——
The young lovers had a fight, never spoke to each other again until they died, were buried in peace, and the Korean nation was destroyed.
The indoor temperature gradually rises.
The frozen dormitory building finally warmed up.
The cause of the failure was gas blockage in the main pipeline. After professional high-pressure flushing, the problem was finally solved.
Liam's eyes were red after an all-night party. "I'm the boss of a chain cleaning company, and I've become a pipe cleaner?"
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After not returning to the villa for a few days, Shen Che changed his clothes and picked out a cyber truck in the garage.
This car has an intimidating appearance, and looks like it's going to fight aliens.
"Uncle Zheng, do you have a forklift at home?"
Uncle Zheng, who was hesitant to speak, finally spoke: "Master, you should drive this one. It accelerates faster than a gasoline car. If you really can't beat it, then..."
Chen Che: "I'll just run away?"
Uncle Zheng nodded.
joke!
WeChat pops up a prompt.
Chen Che closed the car door, the car was silent, and his heartbeat became stronger.
Silly Bird: You forgot to take your tie.
He replied: I won’t accept anything that hasn’t been permed.
When I looked up again, Uncle Zheng standing outside the car door looked like a hotel doorman.
Chen Che turned off the screen, and the phone in his palm vibrated again: There is no iron in my dormitory.
The strict Silly Bird added: Then I'll send it to the dry cleaner to perm it.
He frowned. If he really went to dry clean, wouldn't that bastard scold him every day?
To salvage his image, he traced his finger across the screen, leaving a trail of afterimages: "Am I the kind of person who bothers others? Why do you always misinterpret my meaning? Sending a tie to the dry cleaners? Your living standards are too high!"
Chi Leyou was furious. Even a crematorium couldn't melt this mouth!
Her fingers were faster than the programmers as she sent the last message: I have to go get busy, bye.
The lingering stubborn guy replied in one second: I have to be busy too.
The phone went off and on again.
Shen Che added: Go and deal with a small matter.
For some reason, I could smell a murderous aura through the screen?
Chi Leyou would not pry into other people's privacy, she would not ask.
Chen Che: Why don’t you ask me what I’m going to do?
“…”
Chi Leyou had no choice but to follow his words and ask: Then what are you going to do?
Chen Che: Go and deal with the scum of society.
Chi Leyou smiled. He was quite humorous when he wasn't being rude, so she also tried to be humorous: Ethan Hunt, your mission, should you choose to ept it? ①
Chen Che: I choose to ept.②
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Chen Che has one advantage: he never lies.
That scumbag is Wick.
The Cybertruck reflects a dazzling silver light. Equipped with three motors, the seemingly bulky armored vehicle almost launches into action, outpacing the 911 Turbo S in the garage.
When ordering the car, he was just following the trend, but he didn't expect the strong acceleration to make Shen Che think that this car is not bad.
"My height has paid off." He patted the nearly rectangular steering wheel.
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at the same time.
The women's army that had just been recruited by Chen Che was gathering and waiting for orders.
The tattooed girl took off her heavy coat, and the Virgin Mary on her arm flashed a kind smile. "The situation is getting complicated. The other party is a refugee, very tall...with a professional background...and currently on a gap year."
A whiteboard marker wrote on the transparent glass window: 6 feet 3 inches, Health Science, stalker.
The girls were eager to try.
A: "I have a Doberman and a Beagle at home."
Girl with tattoos: "Doberman in, Beagle out."
B: "My family is in logistics, so we have a lift. He's not that tall, so we can just stand in the lift and scold him."
C: "I'll call the boxing instructor. His wife and daughter know Chinese Kung Fu, and their kicks are super powerful."
The girl with tattoos nodded: "Go ahead."
C is calling people online.
The black girl brought a few burly guys, all dressed in black, each one bigger than the other.
"Adam. He's a retired U.S. Marine from next door. He's good at fighting, grappling, and boxing. He has a lawyer's license. If they dare to touch us, it won't be that simple."
"Cedric, good at urban climbing, his record is available."
Several heads gathered around his phone as Cedric displayed his YouTube account. He started running from the rooftop, accelerated at full speed, and with a beautiful gap jump, he soared to the rooftop of another building.
Adam patted Cedric on the shoulder: "He climbed up the Shard to do a live broadcast, and I'm his defense lawyer."
Cedric's longer-than-average arm separated him. "A $10,000 fine and six months of community service. Lawyer Adam's defense is incredible."
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Outside the cafe, a silver light flashed by, and the armored vehicle quickly squeezed into the narrow parking space with almost no speed reduction.
"The boss is here." The woman with tattoos introduced.
Everyone looked over there.
The car door opened and closed at an extremely arrogant 90-degree angle, and an Asian man got out of the driver's seat.
Across the entire wall of floor-to-ceiling glass windows in the cafe, Chen Che twirled the card-shaped metal key in his hand twice, then shook his hand, silently signaling to everyone.
Foreigners don't really appreciate the looks of Asians.
All I know is that this young man is different from the Asian people we know.
Adam, a lawyer with experience dealing with many high-end clients, muttered, "Our new boss reeks of old money."
The kind that is pickled and flavorful.
Shen Che didn't rush into the cafe. He glanced at his watch and saw 2:58 pm.
A blond man appeared at the corner of the street. He was very tall and thin. His thick coat could not support his skinny frame, making him look like a shaky kite.
Wick crosses the road.
Shen Che sat back in the car, tapping the steering wheel with his slender knuckles in time with Wick's footsteps.
The door of the cafe opened, and the doorbell rang only halfway before it was drowned out by a burst of rapid dog barking.
Wick lowered his head and met a pair of beast-like eyes.
“…” He froze in place, like a short-circuited light bulb.
"Shu——" A gripped the dog leash tightly, "Wick, quiet."
Doberman fell silent, his eyes still fixed warily on the blond man at the door.
Wick, frightened by the dog, responded: "?"
A: "Sir, I'm sorry, but my Wick doesn't usually yell like that. He only yells at bad people."
Wick is so calm, isn't that a coincidence? The vicious dog has the same name as him?
"Sir?" A looked at him carefully. "May I ask your name? On behalf of my family, Wick, I apologize. Wick, I apologize."
Doberman: "Woof woof."
"Wick, good boy~" A took out a bone-shaped dog chew and rewarded the Doberman.
"Sir?" A smiled. "You want one too?"
“…”
The harm is not great, but it is extremely insulting.
Wick walked into the cafe like a soft-legged crab. The owner crossed his arms and frowned: "The shift changes at 2:45. You're 15 minutes late."
"I'm sorry, I have something to do at school."
"I don't need a reason. The fact is that you are late. I am a businessman and I only care about the results. You don't have to come again."
"Boss—" Panic flashed across Wick's brown pupils. This daily-wage job was very important to him.
Boss: "Hailey."
Girl with tattoos: “Yes.”
She put on the coffee shop's dark green apron and skillfully operated the coffee machine, steaming the milk, and a perfect unicorn latte art appeared in the coffee cup.
She winked at Wick. "Thanks, bro. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have this job."
Everything around me is not right.
Wick fled in panic - A loosened P's chain, and the other "Wick" ran away.
"Wick! Run for your life!"
“Woof woof woof!!!”
He glanced behind him, wondering if Doberman was still chasing him. He didn't care about anything else. His chest contracted violently and the cold wind whistled past his ears.
He ran for three full blocks.
The neat streets disappeared, and the homeless people across the street cast malicious eyes at him. Wick couldn't tell east from west, south from north, and looked around blankly. He felt depressed and bleak. This place had deviated from the heart of the city and was a forgotten gray area.
The air was filled with the smell of decay, his chest felt congested, and even his breathing was heavy.
He placed his hands on his knees, bent forward and took deep breaths.
At the end of the street, a strangely shaped car appeared. It had an extremely high chassis and its paint shone like a silver stroke in the sunlight.
Wick's chest trembled, and he tried to run. In just a moment, he heard sharp brake sounds and a buzzing sound in his ears. When he opened his eyes again, the futuristic armored vehicle was in front of him.
Stop.
His heart was petrified, and a lot of debris fell off. Only Wick's eyeballs could move.
He squinted his eyes.
The front of the car was only half a meter away from his knees.
The car door slammed open, and an Asian man got out of the driver's seat. His eyes were cold, slashing across his face like a knife.
In front of the perpetrator, Wick opened his mouth, but no sound came out.
"How much do you owe them?" The man's English pronunciation was very pure.
Wick was confused: "I...I don't know what you are talking about."
"Not sure?" The man raised his eyelids and glanced at him casually, patiently, "Then think about it now, until you understand clearly."
His brain was spinning like crazy as he thought about all his recent loan relationships. He also got a glimpse of the key from the Asian face of the man before him.
"You are Miss Chi's—"
Shen Che interrupted him rudely: "Are you worthy of mentioning her? How much do you owe her? Tell me."
His pale lips twitched twice before he replied, "35 dollars."
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Chen Che thought he had misheard.
"35," he repeated.
The man put one hand on his waist and raised his voice: "Those are glasses, and you only paid her $35?!"
Wick was stunned. "Miss... She said she got her glasses from a Chinese glasses store. They were cheap brands."
This question was seriously beyond Shen Che's scope. He knew Hang Lung and IFC, but what was "Glasses City"? In his limited 22-year-old memory, the term had never appeared before.
"Aren't you Chinese? Don't you know how cheap made in Yiwu is?" Wick was completely unaware and stabbed Chen Che with a knife.
"Whether it's cheap or not, you don't need to tell me." This place happened to be a backlit area, and Shen Che's face was hidden in the shadow of the building. Wick only felt that his aura was extremely cold.
At this point, Wick still has illusions.
"I'm a refugee," he shrugged. "I've been working to earn money."
"You can pay her back with the money you earn from working for two hours." Shen Che pressed forward step by step. He was shorter than Wick, who was 1.95 meters tall, but the latter was severely suppressed by his gaze and stepped back one after another. With a bang, his foot stepped onto a square metal platform.
He lowered his head to see where his feet were.
The hood of his coat was suddenly pulled by someone, and a very wide figure appeared in front of him.
There was another noise.
Wick's legs suddenly went weak and his throat became dry.
He was horrified to find that the stiff torso was rising higher and higher along with the workbench under his feet.
"Let me down! I'm afraid of heights!!!"
Cedric pressed down hard on his back: "Bro, don't move, or you'll fall."
"I'll pay you back, I'll pay you back...!"
Chen Che stood on the ground, his hands behind his back, gazing at the ladder that was rising higher and higher: "Tsk, wasn't it said to be an elevator? How come there's such a big giraffe?"
This is a half-developed unfinished building.
Liam, who provided the venue, rubbed his hands excitedly: "Hey, this kid, why didn't he pay the money back earlier? Now he's in such a shadow for the rest of his life."
Shen Che didn’t feel good.
"How much does he owe Yoyo?"
For the debt to be worth the eldest young master’s personal involvement, it must be a huge one.
Liam contacted Cedric via intercom: "There are thousands of roads, safety first, put a helmet on that guy."
The intercom came: "I'm wearing it, and the safety rope is also fastened."
——"I want you to pay me back, pay me back! I still have 50 on me, I'll give it all to you! Wuuwuwu..."
Liam's surprised eyes turned to him and he moved his lips: "50... million?"④
Half a small goal!
Good guy!!! No wonder Chen Che went to so much trouble to get him to pay back the money.
Liam respectfully handed the intercom to him: "You should settle the score with him."
Unexpectedly, Shen Che took the intercom and said concisely: "Give the money to Cedric, and the extra money will be considered interest."
With a snap, he decisively cut off the intercom.
Liam: “???”
A debt worth half a small goal, and it was settled so easily? How was he going to pay it back? Should he write a check?
Shen Che couldn't hold back his pride and coughed: "What are you looking at? Aren't you going to work?"
The amount of the debt dispute must never be made known to anyone.
He wants face.
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