Chapter 31 Trading Blood
Wenxi woke up from the bed and subconsciously looked out the window. The sky was bright with a few light clouds floating in the air. A few seagulls happened to fly past the window.
The alarm clock was ringing loudly. Wen Xi rubbed his eyes, threw off the quilt and sat up. He reached for his cell phone on the bedside table and turned off the alarm clock.
With work and study, Wenxi has a lot of daily arrangements. He usually sleeps deeply. In order not to delay things, Wenxi usually sets six alarms to ensure that he can wake himself up continuously.
Now on the boat it was no exception. Wen Xi set four alarms for himself. He wanted to turn off the remaining alarms, but after opening the software he found that the 6:15 alarm that just rang was the last one he set.
"Sleeping so soundly? The scented tea is so effective—"
Wen Xi muttered to herself and looked up at the opposite side. The quilt on Fang Qingyang's bed was piled haphazardly, one corner was lifted up, and there was no figure.
They were supposed to gather at 7:30, but Fang Qingyang was nowhere to be seen at this hour.
"Getting up so early"
Wenxi got out of bed and casually opened the window for ventilation. Looking out through the window, he saw the waves gently surging under the boat, hitting the hull and creating white foam.
There was a click sound of a door opening behind him. Wen Xi turned around and saw Fang Qingyang pushing the door open, neatly dressed.
After the two looked at each other, Fang Qingyang was surprised: "You woke up so early? I was thinking of coming back to wake you up, but you woke up by yourself."
Fang Qingyang closed the door and casually placed the coffee on the table. He sat on the bed, propped up his arm, looked at Wen Xi, and said with a smile, "How is it? My tea works well, right? The first time I drank it, I was unconscious for more than a day. My family thought I was dead in the house and almost called 911."
"It works very well. I usually wake up when the second alarm goes off, but today I only heard the last one."
The sea breeze in the early morning was cold and chilly, and it flowed into Wenxi's pajamas through the wide cuffs. Wenxi's warm body, which had just come out of the quilt, was stimulated so much that her hair stood on end. Wenxi rubbed her arms uncomfortably.
Fang Qingyang watched Wen Xi tidy up her long-sleeved green pajamas bit by bit, but Wen Xi's black hair was sticking up stubbornly, her eyes were still unclear, the tip of her nose was red from the wind, and she looked confused and stiff, like a stubborn little green bamboo swaying in the wind.
"But..." Wen Xi said with some fear, "I'd better not touch these things. If I sleep too deeply, it's easy to delay things."
"Okay, since you don't have insomnia anyway, just treat yesterday as a taste."
Wen Xi looked at Fang Qingyang who had already changed into his uniform and asked with an inquiring look: "Why did you get up so early? Didn't you drink tea too? You drank a little more than me."
Fang Qingyang paused, then fell on the bed in distress: "I drank too much, and my tolerance became higher. This is just like ASMR, if you drink too much, you will not be sensitive to it anymore."
"Although the effect of helping you fall asleep is still there, it's not as deep as before. I woke up when I heard the birds singing in the morning. I couldn't fall asleep anyway, so I got up and went for a walk on the boat. I even went to the big window on the 13th floor. It didn't look good during the day. I can't say it didn't look good, but it wasn't as good as at night."
Wen Xi nodded: "Then remember to go for a follow-up visit and ask the doctor to change your tea."
Fang Qingyang nodded: "I'll go take a break from work and go and see it. You change your clothes. I just saw a message on the way back that the buffet restaurant will be open to us in the morning. I can smell the delicious meat from a long distance away. You pack up and we can go eat together."
Wen Xi was surprised: "You didn't eat?"
"I don't want to eat alone," Fang Qingyang said with a bit of disgust, touching his stomach with his hand, wailing, "In Niye, I only have a good relationship with you and Mingyao, and I don't know anyone else. It's so embarrassing to eat alone."
Fang Qingyang rolled over and over: "Wenwen, Wenwen, come eat with me, okay~~"
"You look like a three-year-old kid whose candy was taken away from you." Wen Xi looked at Fang Qingyang, who looked even more naughty than Ran Ran, and smiled with narrowed eyes: "Then wait a few minutes, I'll be fine soon."
Fang Qingyang stopped playing around immediately, sat up and looked at Wen Xi eagerly, his tone a little awkward: "I'm not in a hurry either."
Wenxi blinked.
He took out the new uniform he was going to wear today and prepared to go to the bathroom to change. When he turned around, he saw Fang Qingyang scratching his arm with an unhappy look on his face: "Fuck, maybe the window was not closed properly, there are mosquitoes on the boat, biting me to death."
Wen Xi looked over and saw that Fang Qingyang's elbows were covered with red marks from where he had scratched himself.
"Ah, I thought there were no mosquitoes on the boat." Wen Xi was surprised and turned around to take out a bottle of mosquito spray from his backpack. "Don't scratch it, it's bleeding. I happen to have a spray in my bag. I'll spray it on you to relieve the itch."
"Thanks, I didn't see the bump just now, but when I saw it, I suddenly felt itchy." Fang Qingyang took the spray, "I can spray it myself, you go change your clothes."
"Okay." Wen Xi didn't argue. He handed the mosquito spray to Fang Qingyang and went to the bathroom with the clothes.
“Click—”
The door closed. Fang Qingyang stared quietly at the bathroom glass door outside, then looked down at his arm.
There are traces of mosquito bites on it. At first glance, you would think that these mosquitoes are too fierce.
Fang Qingyang put down his sleeves expressionlessly, opened the mosquito repellent and sprayed the air twice.
In the bathroom, Wen Xi quickly took care of herself. When she changed into her uniform, she accidentally noticed that there were a few bruises on her right arm.
Wenxi sometimes found that some places on his body had turned bruises for no apparent reason, and there were still some scratch marks around them, but they were neither painful nor itchy. Wenxi just thought he was bitten by a mosquito and didn't take it seriously.
After sorting out everything, Wen Xi went out. There was a smell of herbs in the air. Fang Qingyang's expression had calmed down. He straightened his sleeves and stood by the window looking at the sea. When he heard Wen Xi coming out, he turned around and said, "You're fine."
Wen Xi took out her phone and saw the mosquito spray on her bed, and said casually, "I was bitten too."
"I didn't see where you were bitten."
Wen Xi pointed to her right arm and said, "I saw it when I was changing clothes. It was all blue."
Fang Qingyang said in a surprised tone: "It's still green?"
"My capillaries are relatively fragile, so if I scratch them, they may turn red or blue."
"That sounds scary." Fang Qingyang grinned. "If I don't sleep well, I'll probably have bruises all over my body when I wake up in the morning. If you don't know, you might think I was beaten up by gangsters at night."
"I'd better close the window to prevent mosquitoes from coming in." He closed the window and walked towards Wen Xi. He picked up the unfinished iced coffee on the table and took a sip: "Do you want a spray?"
Wen Xi waved her hand: "No, it doesn't itch. But fortunately, I don't have a scar-prone constitution, so it will disappear after a while.
Fang Qingyang looked at Wen Xi's back and closed the door. Many people were awake and the corridor was noisy.
Wen Xi heard Fang Qingyang's sincere sigh.
"Then it's really good that you don't have a scarring physique."
*
Just as Fang Qingyang said, Wen Xi smelled a rich aroma of food when he walked near the buffet restaurant.
The party gathered at 7:30, and by 6:40 there were already hundreds of people eating. Wen Xi and Fang Qingyang found a seat, put down their phones, and went to choose their food.
The treatment of employees at Niye Club is quite good, and the products are diverse and taste good. Although I didn't see the sunrise or sunset, I had a good sleep and was able to eat delicious meals when I woke up. So far, Wenxi's evaluation of this cruise trip is four stars.
Wenxi ate slowly, but not too slowly, and finished the battle at 7 o'clock. Fang Qingyang was eating slowly, so Wenxi took a glass of orange juice, casually held the straw in his mouth, and waited for Fang Qingyang to finish while playing with his phone.
In the circle of friends, Ning Haoyu and Chen Qiao checked in on the recently re-screened "Resident Evil". Ning and her boyfriend went home to get engaged. The handsome man and beautiful woman leaned against each other and smiled sweetly. Wen Xi felt warm in his heart, and he was happy that his friend could live a happy life.
When I exited the Moments, a new message popped up.
Switching to the "Chat" interface, there is a bright red number 1 on Yan Jue's profile picture, and next to it is displayed [Video]
The video cover is clearly Cat King Pearl.
Wen Xi clicked on it with confusion and curiosity, and was surprised to find that it was a video of Pearl doing a backflip.
The domineering and cold Maine Coon looked at the camera with a frown, and at Yan Jue's order, it kicked its hind legs hard and lifted its front paws off the ground. The whole cat was stretched into a C-shaped board. Only a gray-white afterimage passed by, and the whole cat turned over quickly and landed steadily on the ground. Yan Jue looked up at the camera and meowed in a rather arrogant and disdainful manner.
The straw in her mouth fell into the juice cup. Wen Xi held the phone in her hand and opened her mouth in surprise, muttering to herself: "It's not a lie. Zhenzhu can really do a backflip."
Fang Qingyang, who was eating hard, looked up in confusion, still biting a chicken leg, and asked vaguely: "How deep is the back?"
Wen Xi did not share too much of his daily desires with Fang Qingyang, and casually said, "An acrobatic performance, a backflip, it feels amazing."
"Oh." Fang Qingyang continued eating, "That's really amazing."
Wen Xi blinked. It was indeed a backflip, but he didn’t finish. It was the backflip of Yan Jue’s kitten Pearl.
[The stream becomes the sea]: Hart is soft.
[Y.]: What do you mean?
Old men don't understand buzzwords.
[溪流成海]: Cats are so cute, I like them so much (*▽*)
[Stream Becomes the Sea]: But Pearl doesn’t look like she is performing voluntarily.
The banquet decision came back very quickly.
[Y.]: He used dried fish as a threat or inducement.
[Streams Become Seas]: Poor cat king is at the mercy of others TT
Wen Xi was sure that this man had used the cat's backflip as bait to lure her to find him yesterday!
Although he took the bait, Yan Jue shouldn't have sent the video the next day.
[Stream Becomes the Sea]: But...why did you think of asking us to do a pearl backflip?
[Y.]: I saw a video this morning.
[Stream Becomes the Sea]: What is it about?
[Y.]: The content is about "some common ways bad men cheat people"
[Y.]: One of the ways to pick up girls is, “My cat can do backflips. Do you want to come over to my house and see it?”
[Y.]: So just to be clear, my cat can really do backflips.
[Stream Becomes the Sea]: Aren’t you trying to flirt with me secretly?
[Y.]: No.
[Y.]: I’m very bright
[The stream becomes the sea]: (O_o)
"The other party is typing..." on the chat box
Wen Xi felt an inexplicable sense of uneasiness in his heart.
The next moment, three extremely impactful words slammed towards Wen Xi.
[Y.]: To seduce you.
Wen Xi stared at the screen in disbelief. The straw fell into the glass again. His mind went blank and stars appeared in front of his eyes.
Fang Qingyang had just finished his meal when he looked up to see Wen Xi sitting opposite him stiffly like a malfunctioning robot. His expression was like a display screen with snowflakes crackling out of it. After a burst of garbled characters popped up, his fair skin turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally turned into a malfunctioning robot that was red enough to explode.
"What's wrong with you?" Fang Qingyang asked tentatively.
Wen Xi looked up blankly, meeting the boy's clear and curious eyes. She instinctively concealed her feelings, but her speech was really stumbling like a robot: "Nothing... nothing... really, I'm fine! You've finished eating, great!"
Fang Qingyang: "? Are you sure there is nothing wrong with you?"
Wen Xi himself didn't know what he was saying. He had only one thought in his mind - Yan Jue, he was clearly seducing me.
Fang Qingyang didn't ask why she blushed, but just said, "We're going to gather soon, why don't you chat quickly."
Wen Xi responded randomly, and his eyes felt hot when he looked at the screen.
Why was Yan Jue so straightforward so early in the morning? Was it because they were about to meet on the boat, so he felt there was no need to hide his feelings for him?
Wen Xi's fingertips turned red with embarrassment as they rested on the screen. His eyelashes trembled in panic, and he finally typed with a desperate move.
At that time, Yan Jue was hugging Zhenzhu and coaxing her, with a big cat bar in his hand as the reward for the strongest assist.
Ding Dong.
The cell phone rang, and Yan Jue leaned over to grab the phone from the coffee table.
His eyes fell on the lit screen, and when he saw what the letter was, he was stunned.
[The stream becomes the sea]: It is useless to do it from a distance.
[Stream Becomes the Sea]: You have to meet me to seduce me.
*
After sending the message, Wen Xi didn't care whether the other party would reply or not, or what the reply was. With a red face, he stuffed the phone into his side pocket, not looking at it and not being distracted.
I drank the ice orange juice in one breath to calm myself down.
We gathered at the lobby on the first floor at 7:30. General Manager Ji Ran and big boss Ji Chuanbai, who were in charge of the anniversary celebration, finally showed up. They gave a passionate speech to the employees present. They first required that they must serve the guests 100% well and no mistakes were allowed. The consequences would be a one-month salary deduction at the very least and a salary expulsion at the worst. Then, at this tense moment, they threw out a huge welfare bonus as an anniversary reward. They used both kindness and force, one played the good cop and the other the bad cop, and everyone's emotions and passions were aroused.
The speech ended at 8 o'clock, and the team leaders of each functional area took the waiters to their posts.
Wen Xi and Fang Qingyang were arranged to sit in the main banquet hall on the third floor because of their good looks, and were responsible for receiving the guests. Because they had rehearsed yesterday, everyone was already at their posts at 8:10 to receive the guests.
The main banquet hall is huge and luxurious, with flowers everywhere. A huge crystal chandelier hangs overhead, shining brightly and dazzlingly. The carpet is soft and exquisite, and when people step on it, it feels like they are falling on the clouds. It is so noble and gorgeous that it cannot be concealed.
Wen Xi was arranged in the most conspicuous position, with a huge champagne tower on the table next to him. He lowered his eyes quietly, and the crystal lamp above his head cast a layer of bright light on him.
Manager Zou came over to find Wenxi, and when he got close to her, he suddenly realized that the giant champagne tower had become Wenxi's background wall.
He secretly sighed in his heart, thinking that he had a good eye for choosing people. Wen Xi was good-looking and had a cold and calm temperament. If you didn't know him, you would think he was the young master of the family that arrived first.
"Wenxi."
When Wen Xi heard someone calling her name, she looked up and saw that it was Manager Zou. She was stunned for a moment and asked, "Manager Zou, what's wrong? Is there anything you need me to do?"
Manager Zou looked a little embarrassed, coughed twice and said, "You are not working here today. There has been a personnel adjustment. You are going to the billiard hall now."
Wen Xi frowned: "Why did it change suddenly? So suddenly?"
Manager Zou lowered his voice and whispered, "There is a person with connections who has a strong backstage and wants to be in the limelight in the main banquet hall. If he wants to come in, someone will have to be squeezed out. He looked around the staff list of the main venue and felt that you were too competitive, so he asked you to go to a place where few people go, so as not to steal his limelight here."
Wen Xi frowned.
Manager Zou continued, "Listen to me. They have strong backers and we can't afford to offend them. There's a lot of work here and we have to serve those rich people in fear. If something goes wrong, the higher-ups will really fire us. There are fewer people in the billiard hall. There's less work and you can slack off. Although the bonus is a little less, it's much easier."
"We have a good relationship, so I found you a good place like the billiard hall. Ming Yao even asked me to take good care of you before he went to Kyoto. Don't feel bad."
With this change of work location, Wenxi's eight hours of training yesterday would be wasted. However, with Manager Zou's earnest explanation, Wenxi had no room for maneuver.
Wen Xi was not unreasonable. There was no benefit in confronting someone with a strong backing, so he nodded calmly: "Okay. I understand. I'll go to the billiard hall. Don't worry, brother."
Manager Zou was relieved to see that he did not complain but was understanding. "It's OK that you understand my difficulties. When we return to the store and come to our territory, I will arrange some easy work for you in the private rooms and you can earn back your bonus."
"Thank you for your concern, Manager Zou." Wen Xi nodded: "I'll go over now, you can go do your thing."
Manager Zou left after he finished speaking. Wen Xi looked up at the intricate and luxurious crystal chandelier above his head, sighed softly, and turned to leave the banquet hall.
When passing by Fang Qingyang, the other party stared at him curiously and asked, "What's wrong? Why did Manager Zou suddenly come to see you?"
Wenxi: "I'm not here anymore."
Fang Qingyang exclaimed: "Then where should we let you go? Although there is a lot of work here, the bonus is also high! Why do you suddenly not want to stay here?"
He seemed to realize something and asked in a low voice, "Did someone break in?"
Wen Xi shook her head and didn't tell the truth: "I felt that I couldn't handle so many important people, so I took the initiative to ask Manager Zou to change my position. I was afraid of messing things up."
"Oh." Fang Qingyang agreed helplessly: "I see, you must have been scared by the general manager's words. It is true that the returns are high and the risks are high. You are still young, so it is normal that you can't handle it."
"So where are you going now?"
"Billiard hall," Wen Xi smiled with narrowed eyes, and said slyly, "Although there will be fewer people, I can learn how to play billiards, so it's not a wasted trip."
Fang Qingyang laughed: "Okay, okay, then go to your post."
"You have to be careful when you work here, and don't make any mistakes."
"Don't worry."
Wen Xi nodded and left, walking straight towards the billiard hall according to the cabin route map.
*
Fang Qingyang looked at Wen Xi's back as he left, then took out his cell phone and checked the time.
Eight twenty.
The boat doesn't leave until 10 o'clock, and there aren't many passengers yet.
Fang Qingyang used the excuse of abdominal pain to find a substitute to take his place first, and after promising to pay him 500 yuan for a while, he left the main banquet hall.
Fang Qingyang, who was supposed to go to the bathroom, walked quickly and returned to the dormitory room after many turns.
The room was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. Fang Qingyang took a quick breath, looked at Wen Xi's bed, took out his cell phone and made a call.
After two beeps, the call was answered.
"Oh, are you on the Hedonie? I've got Wenxi's blood."
"Room 7448 on the 7th floor. Come find me. I'll wait for you for ten minutes at most."
The other party hummed and hung up the phone. Fang Qingyang looked at the phone screen that showed the end of the conversation, his expression dazed. After waiting for five or six minutes, the door of the room was pushed open again.
"Where's the stuff?"
The person called "Ao" walked straight towards Fang Qingyang.
"In the trunk."
Fang Qingyang looked at the person in front of him, pursed his lips, dragged out his suitcase from the storage rack, opened the suitcase, and inside, besides clothes, there were also scattered unopened calming teas.
Fang Qingyang squatted down and pushed aside his coat, revealing a silver metal box in front of the two of them.
He paused, entered the password, and with a click, the metal box opened automatically.
A puff of white smoke came out, and the metal box was emitting cold air. In the center of the box lay a collector filled with blood.
Ao reached out to take it, but Fang Qingyang got there first. Fang Qingyang picked up the blood tube and walked straight to the window. He had opened the window of the room in advance.
Ao looked at Fang Qingyang and put his hand out of the window, and asked in a bad tone: "What are you going to do?"
"I want five hundred thousand, or I'll throw my blood into the sea."
"We agreed on 250,000, but you doubled it." Ao sneered, "You dare to raise the price."
Fang Qingyang loosened his two fingers, holding the collector loosely, and said expressionlessly: "Give it to me or not?"
Ao stared at Fang Qingyang coldly for a while, then took out his cell phone.
Next second.
Fang Qingyang's cell phone rang. He opened it and saw a message from the bank notifying him that 500,000 yuan had been deposited into his account.
"Pay the money in one hand." Ao pointed at the collector, "It's your turn to deliver the goods in one hand."
Fang Qingyang opened the bank software again to confirm that the 500,000 yuan had indeed arrived in the account, and then handed the blood tube to Ao.
Ao put the blood in a low-temperature box. He looked at Fang Qingyang, his eyes fell on Wen Xi's bed next to him, and said to Fang Qingyang.
"Does your friend know that you are a cousin who secretly sells his blood?"
Fang Qingyang's face turned pale, and he glared at Ao fiercely: "What good thing are you?"
"Mind your own business."
Ao smiled strangely and left the room carrying the cryogenic box.
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