Wen Ziyun couldn't see the expression on Tian Fangfang's face clearly. Seeing that Tian Fangfang didn't refute Wu Chengcai's words, he couldn't help but get anxious: "Fangfang, didn't you say you didn't want money? What does your cousin mean by that?"
Tian Fangfang still kept her head down and said nothing.
"What do you mean? Cousin Ziyun, Fangfang has been with you for almost a month, and you haven't shown any appreciation. You really bring shame to us men. At least, when Fangfang slept with me, I not only gave her money, but also bought her things." Wu Chengcai pointed to a small branded bag on the sofa where Wen Ziyun was sitting, and said proudly.
"What? Fangfang is my cousin's girlfriend? I didn't know..." Wen Ziyun felt his head getting more and more confused, and his head was throbbing with pain. When they first met Tian Fangfang, my cousin never told him that Tian Fangfang was his girlfriend. Did he sleep with his own cousin's wife? No wonder my cousin looked at him a little strangely during that time.
"Hahaha... Cousin Ziyun, you're so naive! How could Fangfang be my girlfriend? Fangfang's been a prostitute at Regent for six months. If we could just sleep together, we'd be boyfriend and girlfriend. Fangfang's boyfriends would be lined up so long they could circle around the outside of Regent Building." Wu Chengcai laughed out loud. Seeing the humiliation on Wen Ziyun's face, Wu Chengcai felt incredibly happy.
Wen Ziyun was so angry that his entire body was shaking. Didn't Fangfang say she was from a wealthy family and that she worked as a wine salesperson at Regent to go to school? How could that be false? What else could be true during this time?
"Cousin Ziyun, tsk tsk tsk... Only young masters like you don't understand the tricks here. If Fangfang wants to hang you, she must have made up a miserable life story! The young ladies of Regent are all the same. Either both parents are dead or someone in the family is seriously ill and needs money to save their lives. If you don't believe me, you can ask a few people someday and you'll understand. What do you think? Is your cousin good to you? He even told you such an inside story." Wu Chengcai couldn't hide the pride in his heart when he saw Wen Ziyun's increasingly pale face.
"You...you guys..." Wen Ziyun didn't know what to say. He was a child of an aristocratic family, and he had actually fallen for the legendary "scam"? Forget it, he was leaving. At most, he would pretend that he didn't know these two despicable people from now on! Wen Ziyun stood up in anger and prepared to leave.
Before Wen Ziyun could take a step, his legs went weak and he sat back on the sofa.
Then, a heart-wrenching desire swept over him, and Wen Ziyun could not help but curl up his body and endure this wave of discomfort.
"Cousin Ziyun, do you really want to smoke one?" Wu Chengcai took out a cigarette that Wen Ziyun had smoked before and shook it in front of Wen Ziyun's nose.
He wanted it so badly, he wanted to take a puff, otherwise, he was going to die! Wen Ziyun squirmed, trying hard to resist the urge to snatch the cigarette from Wu Chengcai's hand. This cigarette... There must be something weird about this cigarette, but he still damn badly wanted to take a puff.
"Cousin, give it to me... give it to me..." Wen Ziyun's face was covered with snot and tears. He couldn't help it, he wanted that cigarette very much.
Wu Chengcai couldn't hide the smile on his face. Seeing Wen Ziyun like this, he really was addicted. He had been laying out the net for so long, and today he could finally close the net.
"Cousin Ziyun, as long as you have money, your eldest cousin has the goods. How about it? How much is it? Five thousand? Ten thousand?" Wu Chengcai smiled, and his chubby face wrinkled like a bun.
"Cousin, give it to me... give it to me..." Wen Ziyun couldn't hear clearly what Wu Chengcai was saying. He felt so uncomfortable. The cigarette in Wu Chengcai's hand emitted a deadly fragrance at the tip of Wen Ziyun's nose. Wen Ziyun felt as if his whole body was being bitten by ants. The sour, numb and itchy feeling seemed to be drilling into his lungs...
No, it’s so itchy! Wen Ziyun couldn’t help but tear open the collar of his shirt and reached out to scratch his chest.
In less than a minute, Wen Ziyun had scratched his body until it was covered in blood.
"Here you go, I'll pay you later." Wu Chengcai looked at Wen Ziyun with disdain and stuffed a cigarette into Wen Ziyun's hand. Anyway, Wen Ziyun couldn't escape his clutches now, so Wu Chengcai wasn't afraid that Wen Ziyun wouldn't pay.
Wen Ziyun put the cigarette in his mouth, lit it with the help of Wu Chengcai, and took a deep breath.
The discomfort in his body seemed to be soothed and receded like a tide. Wen Ziyun finally had the strength to sit up, but found that his clothes were soaked with sweat.
"Cousin Ziyun, what do you think? Is it worth the money? Do you want to stock up on some?" Wu Chengcai was soliciting business skillfully.
"How much is a pack?" Wen Ziyun thought for a moment before finally speaking. He didn't want to experience the same tingling sensation he had just experienced.
"Five hundred a pop, a friendly price. If anyone else wants it, I'll charge eight hundred." A cruel smile played across Wu Chengcai's lips. He was certain Wen Ziyun would buy it. No "addict" wanted to smoke but couldn't, and Wen Ziyun was no exception. And this was just the beginning. Once hooked on this kind of stuff, there was really no other way out except to constantly raise money and buy more. And the longer you smoke, the more you become useless, until you're doomed.
"Five hundred yuan a pop? That's so expensive?" Wen Ziyun was stunned. Five hundred yuan, and the average worker in Kyoto City only made around two or three hundred yuan a month.
"Cousin Ziyun, five hundred yuan is a sky-high price for others, but what does it mean to you? This thing is hard to come by, and everyone is working hard for it, how can it not be expensive?" Wu Chengcai laughed.
"I have no money." Wen Ziyun remembered that he only had one hundred yuan for living expenses a month. Five hundred yuan was equivalent to his living expenses for an entire semester.
"Cousin, what do you think? Do you want to buy it? When you feel down, come to me next time. Maybe the price will not be the same. If you don't buy it, I'll leave. I just have too few goods on hand, but I don't worry about not being able to sell them." Wu Chengcai took a step forward and made a gesture to leave.
"Cousin, wait a minute. I... I'll buy it." Wen Ziyun's face changed when he thought of the heart-wrenching discomfort he had just felt. He quickly took out all the money from his wallet and handed it to Wu Chengcai. He didn't want to experience the feeling of being bitten by thousands of ants again.
Wu Chengcai spat on his fingers and counted the stack of bills Wen Ziyun handed him. It wasn't too much, but not too little either. A full two thousand yuan, almost half a year's salary for a worker in Kyoto.
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