Chapter 6 Lonely Men
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The presidential suite on the sixth floor.
The dark red carpet started from the entrance, and even with the whole house fresh air system, Cheng Jia still felt short of breath, stuffy, and annoyed.
The two bodyguards were wearing dark sunglasses, so their faces were not visible.
He opened the door and roughly pushed Cheng Jia into the room.
"Mr. Shi told you to wait for him here. You'd better not make any moves. You don't have any dangerous items on you, do you?" One of the bodyguards habitually assessed the security.
Cheng Jia, half-naked, sat on the shoe bench by the door: "Do I have a place to put this?"
His white jeans were already soaked with alcohol, and there was only a rectangular mark in the pocket—his cell phone—nothing else.
The walkie-talkie was not taken from the three private rooms.
Cheng Jia said irritably, "Why do I have to wait for him here? I still have to go to work."
"Let's go." The two bodyguards didn't answer.
They went out.
"......"
Semi-dry champagne is very sticky.
Cheng Jia sat and waited for a while, but there was still no movement outside the door.
Perhaps because they couldn't reach him via walkie-talkie, the new liquor salesman, the one with the white hair, called him.
Little White Hair: "Brother Jia, where are you?"
"Is there something you need in the guest room upstairs?" Cheng Jia said listlessly into the phone.
Guest rooms?
Oh my god.
The white-haired guy lowered his voice: "What kind of big job did you get? You almost stripped naked and even went upstairs with the customer... By the way, Sister Jasmine saw you doing a striptease, and she's looking for you everywhere! She seems really angry. I'll help you lie and say you went to eat. When are you coming down?"
"I don't know, it should be soon." Cheng Jia wasn't sure either.
The two bodyguards didn't say anything to him.
However, given Shi Qingci's personality, he probably won't linger for long. After he finishes saying what he needs to say and brings their relationship to a close, he can leave.
Leave Jinhe, leave Jingang City.
leave......
Where else can we go?
Will they continue to wander without a fixed abode?
Little White Hair: "Then you really need to hurry. Sister Jasmine is flying back to Hong Kong at dawn. If you don't meet with her before she leaves and explain things, this client probably won't come back."
Jasmine mistakenly thought that Cheng Jia had accepted a striptease dance.
They even misunderstood that Cheng Jia was selling herself at this moment.
If this isn't explained clearly, she definitely won't support Cheng Jia anymore.
“...Hong Kong?” Cheng Jia murmured, her expression unusually confused. “Maybe I can go with her.”
White-haired boy: "?! You agreed to be a sugar daddy?"
"......"
What a load of nonsense.
Cheng Jia hung up the phone and sighed.
The bank card balance was over 2,036,000, of which 2 million was transferred to him by Chen Bin just now, and his own savings were only over 30,000.
Because I pay off my debts as soon as I get my salary every month.
In two years, he repaid about 1.3 million yuan of the more than 2 million yuan debt, and still owes more than 700,000 yuan to settle the debt.
Now I don't have to worry about debts anymore.
The two million in my account is enough to pay off the remaining debt, and I'll still have over a million left.
Consider it a settlement fee for him after fleeing to Hong Kong.
I heard that houses and prices are very expensive in Hong Kong. This million-plus dollars isn't even enough to buy a toilet, let alone save money for Cheng Jia's medical treatment.
In the minds of Chinese people, owning a house is considered a home.
Cheng Jia's dream is simple: to buy a small house, prepare a burial plot, and save up for surgery and organ transplant fees before her terminal illness strikes. After all, it's better to live a miserable life than to die a good death.
Yes, Cheng Jia seems to be sick.
Two months ago, he went to a small clinic for a checkup because of stomach discomfort.
The doctor said he had early symptoms of stomach cancer and that his liver and kidney function were not very good. He recommended a private hospital for him to have a comprehensive examination.
He received the diagnosis results two weeks ago.
Early-stage stomach cancer combined with liver cirrhosis.
The doctor guessed that it was related to his profession. Long-term drinking and vomiting, irregular work and rest, and high mental stress would naturally cause health problems.
The estimated treatment cost will be at least three million.
This news was undoubtedly devastating.
Cheng Jia used to say things like, "Just let me die already, there's no point in living," but when it came to actually holding the diagnosis results...
He longed to live a few more days.
This is probably just a human survival instinct.
Cheng Jia didn't want to die.
Sitting on the shoe-changing stool, I carefully counted my bank card balance twice, calculating how much I would have left after paying off my neighbors and the bank.
I opened the app again and checked the flights for the early morning.
During the process, I replied to several WeChat messages from Sister Jasmine.
[Cheng Jia: Sister, I'm eating out and then going home to pack my luggage. Last time you said that Hong Kong's entertainment industry has better development prospects, and after thinking about it, I think you're right.]
Cheng Jia: I'll have to trouble you to take care of me in Hong Kong from now on, sister.
[Cheng Jia: I contacted you in the early hours of the morning.]
Cheng Jia had never been to Hong Kong before, so it would be better to have someone you know take her there for the first time. Although Sister Jasmine was a flirtatious old hag, she was always thinking about keeping Cheng Jia as her sugar daddy and developing a sex trade.
But she has a very outgoing personality and is also wealthy.
They would not stoop to forcing Cheng Jia, a man, and would certainly not swindle him out of his money.
As for the distribution of his property after he leaves...
That modified Chevrolet wasn't his car; it was an old, discarded car that his boss, Zhou Minghe, used to own in his sports car club, which he was temporarily lending him.
He's returning the car to the company; he can't sell it.
The old house in my family has long been mortgaged to the bank.
Let's calculate it in detail—
What property does Cheng Jia have?
In the rented room, besides toiletries, there were only a few sets of work clothes, which couldn't even fill a suitcase.
No problem, Cheng Jia quickly replanned her route.
He could go to Hong Kong and find a job at a bar first.
They continued to save money and eventually raised three million for treatment.
If in the end you still can't save enough.
Cheng Jia pursed her lips and typed in her phone to search:
How much does a cemetery plot cost in Hong Kong?
How much does a niche for an urn cost in Hong Kong?
Which organizations in Hong Kong can handle funeral arrangements for foreign nationals?
"......"
"Knock." The door opened.
Cheng Jia quickly closed the browser page!
The scent of fir wood wafted out the moment the door opened.
The man who came in looked down and saw that he was still sitting on the shoe-changing stool. He paused for a moment, but said nothing. He just turned around and locked the door.
“...Mr. Shi.” Cheng Jia stood up and stepped aside so as not to block the other man from changing his shoes.
He had thought about the title "Mr. Shi" for two seconds before deciding on it.
It's inappropriate to address someone who isn't an employee of Shengjing.
Calling someone by their first name would be even more inappropriate.
The room was so quiet that they could hear each other breathing.
Their first time alone together since their reunion.
The entryway is lit up.
Cheng Jiabai's pants were still stained with light yellow wine, and the white dove ring hung on his chest, pressed against his fair and firm chest. His hair was also soaked with sticky wine.
In short, it was a terrible sight.
"Go take a shower." Shi Qingci turned her gaze away.
Cheng Jia: "?"
Now?
A lone man or woman would take a shower as soon as they entered the room.
Isn't this too ambiguous?
“Dirty,” Shi Qingci said.
Cheng Jia: "......"
oh.
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