Chapter 143 Cannery
Inside the window, a warm, cold air filled the air. Tu Lanxun took a half step back, N's hands still resting on her waist and neck, one high and one low. The numbness at the corners of her lips faded, and she slipped out from under N's arm, throwing her black gloves at him with a snap.
N caught it swiftly and looked over, dissatisfied, "Why... why are you hiding?"
Tu Lanxun laughed dryly twice, rubbed her red ears, and forced herself to recall Ms. Tu Penglai's face in her mind to clear her mind. Then she promised without hesitation, "Next time, definitely, next time."
N's eyelashes drooped again, she pursed her lips and nodded. Tu Lanxun got angry when he saw it. Hey, this man seemed like she was the suitor and he was the holy flower on the mountain top who promised the kiss, noble and reluctant, with a hint of awkward shyness.
Why are you pretending to fall in love with Princess N who paints the evil dragon?
It's really the opposite of Tiangang!
Tu Lanxun waved his hand sullenly, turned, and walked out the door, his head held high and his legs gaited like a dragon or a tiger. After a few steps, he felt a little dizzy, and then he realized that it was his bedroom. He turned back and said in a very righteous but not very loud voice: "This is my room - huh?"
There was no one behind her. N had already disappeared, but she didn't know if he was completely speechless or if he was still trying to suppress a smile at her back just before he left.
Tu Lanxun threw himself hard into the pillow.
The rest of the process was simple, consisting mainly of erasing N's face from that day's kiss through various routine actions. For example, in the account books, on the shelves, in the archives of the South Branch, on the soy milk cup in Xiao Zhang's hand...
This person is really good-looking, why? How unkind! Tu Lanxun thought so.
When he squints at you, even with such an inappropriate gesture, if he doesn't smile, he looks like an exquisite and dignified big cat, as if that kind of divine power and noble disgust are innate, making people just want to lift one of the big cat's paws and rub it hard.
If he smiled, that would be even more amazing. A little smile could be like ripples in a pond in early spring, causing the cold spring ice to float up and down in circles, making people unable to think of anything else but one thought: he smiled.
Tu Lanxun sat in a chair in a daze, and heard Suo Niya gnashing her teeth beside her: "Sister, he is good-looking, but not that good-looking. Please stop imagining the filter."
Tu Lanxun suddenly turned around and found that the coffee cup in her hand was no longer hot. She had unconsciously scratched the round cloud-shaped latte art with a spoon into a male head, which was quite cute.
She was stunned: "My painting is so abstract, and you can see it?"
Come on, that person looks exactly like Crayon Shin-chan, without even a nose. Those few strands of hair have been exaggerated into Japanese-style bangs. How did Sonia figure that out? Or is her smile just so exaggerated it's enough to trigger a connection?
Tu Lanxun's cheeks were so hot that you could fry an egg on them, but thanks to the light powder she had put on today, she maintained an indifferent expression on her face, as steady as an old dog.
Sonia's whale tail flicked, and her intangible form brushed past the side of Tu Lanxun's face. "You're so pretentious." Then she pointed at the face of the man with milk foam and said, "You drew two big crosses on your eyes."
Tu Lanxun's face twitched and he cleared his throat. "Please allow me to introduce you to a game I haven't even played myself..."
"roll."
Tu Lanxun continued to create her milk foam art, and finally drank the messy coffee in one gulp. It was cold, and the person she was waiting for had not arrived yet.
There are two pieces of news today. The first is the official enactment of the Ghost Prosecution Act, allowing the ghosts of those who died unjustly to sue individuals or ghosts responsible during their own existence. This news has caused great joy in the Tulanxun neighborhood. However, in the human world, the government has adopted a non-publicity approach and has not recommended that any media outlets actively publicize the news. Instead, an announcement has quietly been added to the official website's homepage.
Tu Lanxun once questioned whether this bill could really reach the ears of ghosts. After all, not all ghosts are like the ghosts in the development zone, maintaining close ties with human society.
But Wenchong has assured that the Tourism Administration is connected to two or three media outlets that are most likely to target ghosts. Those media outlets are the main channels for ghosts to obtain information on human current affairs, and the content they report is mostly news that ghosts are concerned about: for example, whether a certain forest with old graves should be developed, whether new regulations on the age of cemeteries will be introduced, and how to decide on the incineration of funeral offerings.
Tu Lanxun believed in Wen Chong's reliability, so she calmed down and began to think about the second thing of the day, which was also the reason why she was sitting there stupidly and being rolled her eyes by Sonia.
"Why hasn't Zhang Xiaohuai come yet?" Tu Lanxun clicked on Zhang Xiaohuai's profile picture, and the last sentence still lingered: "See you tomorrow [cute]."
The face-holding puppy emoji sent by Zhang Xiaohuai danced on the screen. Tu Lanxun's teeth creaked after she finished her call. Before she could even open her mouth, Zhang Xiaohuai's voice rang out: "Almost there! At the door!"
Just as Tu Lanxun was about to expose such an obvious lie, he saw Zhang Xiaohuai and a small group of bodyguards following him rushing towards the door of the cafe. However, only Zhang Xiaohuai and a woman and a man came in, and the large group behind them stayed outside as if on guard.
This man was like a high-profile peacock, with a crowd of people behind him. He didn't look like a concubine or a prince, but more like Ximen Daguanren who had flaunted himself in Yanggu County. He attracted everyone's attention as soon as he entered the cafe.
Tu Lanxun lowered his head and thought to himself, wouldn't this make it easier for people to target me?
Zhang Xiaohuai still accurately found the table where Tu Lanxun was and shouted happily in a clear voice: "Lanlan! You have become more beautiful!"
Tu Lanxun used to think that this kind of mutual flattery was fun, but now she doesn't even dare to acknowledge it, because the eyes of the customers and staff in the cafe have shifted from Zhang Xiaohuai to her face, determined to see how "beautiful" the Lan Lan that this "big official" mentioned ambiguously is.
Wait, he's a high-ranking official, so what is Lanlan...
"Sit further away." Tu Lanxun said disdainfully, pushing the menu over. "Order what you want to drink. If you dare to ask for a full order, I'll beat you up."
A female voice sounded from beside Zhang Xiaohuai, and she took the menu. "Let me see. Give me a flat white."
What a familiar voice.
Tu Lanxun looked over and was really scared. The person turned out to be Tao Si.
Tu Lanxun's impression of Tao Si was still that of the arrogant and competitive psychopath from last time. She swallowed and said to Zhang Xiaohuai, "You treat us." It had been agreed that Tu Lanxun would pay the bill, but she didn't want to buy Tao Si's drink.
Tao Si, sitting across from Tu Lanxun, raised his eyelids and asked, "Why, you don't recognize me?"
Tao Si remained the same, quite pretty, with a heart-shaped, broad face that didn't look clumsy, thanks to its smooth, even complexion, delicate skin, and slender frame. Combined with her delicate features, she resembled Yang Guifei from a comic book. Her posture was dignified, with two locks of naturally tangled hair cascading down her temples. Her eyes, cold and focused, gazed down at the blue-colored Xun, evoking a night well reflecting cold stars.
Tu Lanxun had always been around this face, but after a few years of absence, it felt strange and fresh. She couldn't help but take a second look and said calmly, "Hello, Tao Si."
Tao Si also sighed: "Hello, Tu Lanxun."
Zhang Xiaohuai was busy trying to liven up the atmosphere. He took the menu and said to the waiter, "Give me one of those foreign fried dough sticks, two beef burgers, a bowl of wontons, and a five-scoop ice cream cup."
Tao Si turned away and asked, "Can you finish it?"
Zhang Xiaohuai chuckled twice, "I ordered it for everyone."
After saying that, he asked the waiter to quickly take the order. Tu Lanxun and Tao Si rolled their eyes at him. Zhang Xiaohuai said frankly, "I'm afraid you two will start fighting while eating. Maybe it would be better if you're busy chewing."
"I didn't expect you to bring someone else." Tu Lanxun finished his coffee. "I thought this was a private conversation."
Zhang Xiaohuai asked Tu Lanxun to meet him not for anything else but to discuss matters concerning the development zone.
Now that the Ghost Prosecution Ordinance has been implemented, the revitalization of the development zone is just around the corner. It is a terrifying blue ocean, and the instinct of capital to pursue profits is endless, even if the client is a ghost.
As a result, the quota for the second round of investors in the development zone became vacant again.
From the distant ghost life industry to the decoration and food involving individual ghosts, there are huge business opportunities.
Ghosts now generally have money. They possess a lot of gold and treasures scattered across the human and natural worlds, and even in untraceable tombs. Even if their money runs out in the future, they still have another advantage.
——Lifelong, all-day, fully automatic working capability.
However, there are currently no supporting ghost employment and tax regulations, and it is unrealistic to allow ghosts to legally receive equal pay for equal work as humans. Ghosts are natural-born roll-stars, while humans are prefabricated super cows and horses.
Although the Tu Group has gone bankrupt, Tu Lanxun is the only legal manager of the Ghost Pilot Project, the hub of all money-making opportunities and the fairy grandmother.
No matter what, Zhang Xiaohuai is the person who is most informed, active and courageous in seeing the business opportunities in the development zone. As long as he can make money, he doesn't care about any tricks.
"I don't want a piece of the pie," Tao Si said indifferently, "at least not now. You are the only manager of the development zone, you won't allow it."
Tao Si turned to Tu Lanxun and said sullenly, "You were the one who saved Zhang Xiaohuai and me before, weren't you? The time our souls were sucked out. I read the news about Deshi Hospital and asked someone to investigate. Excluding the Tourism Administration and the Heavenly Kingdom Deshi lineage, no one else in the opposition has the ability to do that."
Tu Lanxun remained silent.
Tao Si continued, "I asked Zhang Xiaohuai to bring me here this time because I have something to entrust to you. Just name your price like before."
Tu Lanxun was not shy about accepting orders and seemed quite interested. "What commission?"
Tao Si pulled up a few photos on his phone, revealing an assembly line at a canning factory. He swiped through two of them wearily, "This factory belongs to me, and it's been losing money lately."
Zhang Xiaohuai bit into his burger and interjected, "Why not just stop losing money?"
But he was only halfway through his words when he was shocked speechless by the next photo Tao Si selected.
Behind the eerie machine, there was a vague face. Only after the exposure was adjusted to the limit did the face become barely recognizable.
Tu Lanxun was shocked.
Isn't that Viola?
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