"Then what?"
After sending those messages, Fagar put down his phone, and Eileen, who craned her neck to look, couldn't help but feel puzzled.
And then? Nothing more?
"Then go to sleep, we'll talk about it tomorrow morning!"
Eileen was still bothered, but Fagga took off his shoes and climbed onto the cot, pulled the blanket over himself, and said in a sullen voice, "Move over a bit, your tail is pressing on my leg."
"Tsk!"
Eileen couldn't help but click her tongue, gazing at Fagga's retreating figure, her tear mole under her mischievous eyes filled with sorrow.
But she was also very curious. After tossing and turning on the hospital bed for ten minutes, Ellen couldn't help but push Fagga's shoulder and ask in a low voice, "Hey, vampire, what exactly do you want to do?"
After ten minutes of thought, Eileen had figured out part of it.
That is, Fagga's rope net account still has a certain degree of popularity, and recently, due to Vision Industry, Dead End Hollow has received an unusually high level of attention.
At this moment, someone who had previously bought a "radish" happened to profit from the dead end, which must have stirred up unrest and led to all sorts of wild thoughts.
But no fool would buy the complete details of the [radish] that Fagar originally had.
Because anyone with common sense knows that the cavity has shrunk by a third, and the original "radish" is no longer usable, which is why Fagga commissioned Faetong to make a new one.
So Fagga's sale of the fully detailed "radish" hanging on the rope net was just a ruse?
Eileen thought about it and decided that was the case.
Use a rather obvious scam to cover up the truth and make people forget some things they should be paying attention to.
So Fagga's purpose was to sell the "radish" that the rope craftsman had just given him, right?
Eileen sighed softly, "Could we sell them wholesale for a million?"
There's an 80% chance they won't sell, especially after there are more middlemen, and it's possible that a radish could cost 100 dinis.
How could we possibly let Fagga compete with them for business?
Damn it, what is this vampire trying to do?!
"Of course vampires want to drink blood. Don't ask anymore, go to sleep."
Suddenly, Fagar reached over and grabbed a corner of the blanket, then swung it over Ellen's head.
From beginning to end, Fagga never turned around, leaving only a gentle word behind.
"good evening."
...
The next morning.
Beep beep beep, beep beep beep!
"well!"
As the alarm clock rang in the early morning, Eileen turned off her phone from her pocket based on her memory. After a sigh, she propped herself up and looked around sleepily.
A woman dressed in a black and white maid outfit stood in the center of the room, her long chestnut hair cascading down to her waist. She gently raised her hand to support her chin and said softly:
"Hmm, her breathing is steady, it looks like she'll wake up soon!"
"Lina?"
Eileen rubbed her eyes, and the blanket slipped down her breasts.
Lina looked over at the sound, squinted, and waved, saying, "Good morning, Ellen. Would you like a bowl of congee?"
Following Lina's gaze, Ellen looked over and sure enough, there was a bowl of steaming white porridge on the table next to her.
After a short while, Lina seemed to remember something and added, "I didn't make this; Fagga just bought it."
Fagga?
Eileen glanced at the cot beside her; it had long since grown cold, and Fagga had gotten up sometime earlier.
“Faga is on the chair by the door.”
Lina reminded her.
"Okay, I understand."
Eileen rolled out of bed, put on her shoes, picked up the bowl of white porridge from the table, and walked outside.
The door was very soundproof; you had to open it completely to hear Fagga talking to someone.
"Zhe, don't tell me that your Faetong doesn't even have the ability to control a batch of accounts."
"Faga, we do have a way, but it's too expensive!"
"Stop joking. We agreed that all profits from [Radish] would belong to Victoria Housekeeping."
“But Victoria Housekeeping has never said that it would use Phaethon’s computing power to promote public opinion.”
"Isn't this part of the payment?"
"No, and Victoria earns enough from housekeeping."
"Alright then, I'll give you 30% of the profits, only 30% of the profits from selling [Radishes]!"
"Understood, the public opinion regarding the rope net you requested will be ready soon."
"Yes, it's a pleasure doing business with you. Brother of the master, shall I address you as 'Master Killer'?"
"Let's forget about it. It sounds like I'm the mastermind behind this."
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