pjbooks Chapter 73 Whose Young Lady Is She?
Chapter 73 Whose Young Lady Is She?
The next day when I arrived at the internet cafe, Huang Mao was sitting at the front desk, looking like he had swallowed a fly.
He saw Song Huan and Xiao Yunqing push the door open and come in. He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but then swallowed it back.
He slowly took the key out of the drawer and threw it on the table.
The movements were exactly the same as yesterday, but the momentum was completely different.
Yesterday they were arrogant; today they are reluctant.
"Second floor, same spot," he said, his voice muffled.
Song Huan took the key without saying a word and went upstairs.
Xiao Yunqing followed behind, took a few steps, and then looked back at Huang Mao.
The blond-haired man stared at their backs, his eyes filled with a complex mix of resentment and apprehension.
Xiao Yunqing turned back and followed Song Huan.
I went up to the second floor, turned on the computer, logged in, and everything was as usual.
Song Huan opened the Taobao backend and saw that there were several orders yesterday. Two QQ numbers were sold: one five-digit number sold for fifty-five yuan, and the other six-digit number sold for twenty yuan.
One piece of game equipment also dropped, a purple belt from Fantasy Westward Journey, which sold for sixty.
I have seven or eight download requests accumulated, all left by messages last night.
Song Huan processed the orders one by one, plugged in the MP3 player, copied and pasted the documents, unplugged them, put them in a bag, and attached a note with her online name on it.
His movements were as practiced as those of an assembly line worker.
Xiao Yunqing sat next to him, opened Fantasy Westward Journey, and controlled "Huanhuan's Sister" to continue farming dungeons.
She played for two days, and her character was already over level 30. She had also collected a set of equipment, and her damage output was much higher than before.
He clicked the mouse rapidly, typed loudly on the keyboard, and was completely absorbed in his work.
But she still felt uncomfortable about the blond guy downstairs.
The way he looked at me just now, like I was a thief.
We clearly agreed on fifty yuan a day, and we've already paid him. What else could he possibly be dissatisfied with?
[Damn it! They just want to bully me and Huanhuan.]
The more she thought about it, the angrier she became, and the more she pressed the mouse harder and harder.
When fighting a boss, I misfired a skill and my character got slapped, losing a third of his health.
"Tsk." She frowned and quickly took the pills.
Song Huan overheard this and knew that she was in a bad mood, so she didn't say anything.
Half an hour later, Huang Mao came upstairs.
He was holding two lunch boxes and two bottles of drinks.
He put the food on the table and said in a dry tone, "Lunch."
Song Huan glanced at it; the boxed lunch was from the fast food restaurant downstairs, with two meat dishes and two vegetable dishes, which was alright.
The drink was iced black tea, in a large bottle.
"Thanks," he said.
The blond-haired man didn't reply; he just stood there watching them.
Song Huan felt his gaze but didn't look up.
Huang Mao stood there for a while, then turned and went downstairs.
Footsteps echoed on the stairs, growing fainter and fainter.
Xiao Yunqing looked up from the game, glanced at the two lunch boxes, and then at the stairwell.
"What does he mean?" she asked softly.
"It's an attempt to make amends."
"Trying to be friendly? The way he looked at me, like I owed him money, is that what you call trying to be friendly?"
Song Huan smiled and said, "That's just his expression, ignore him."
Song Huan said this to comfort Xiao Yunqing, afraid that she would be sullen again. In fact, he paid for the meal, and Huang Mao just delivered it.
Xiao Yunqing snorted and turned back to continue playing the game.
He typed twice, then stopped and pushed the keyboard forward.
"No, I can't take it."
Song Huan was taken aback. "What's wrong?"
Xiao Yunqing stood up and took something out of her pocket.
Before Song Huan could see what it was, she had already turned and walked downstairs.
She walked quickly, her ponytail swung high, and her little skirt fluttered.
Song Huan quickly followed.
At the front desk on the first floor, Huang Mao was sitting and eating a boxed lunch. He had just brought a piece of braised pork to his mouth with his chopsticks.
"Smack."
Something was thrown onto the table in front of him.
Huang Mao was startled, and the braised pork fell back into the lunchbox.
He looked down and saw an ID card lying on the table. It was a black leather case with the national emblem printed on it and a line of small print underneath.
Police ID.
The blond-haired man was stunned.
"You just wait and see!"
The girl's voice boomed through the internet cafe, crisp and angry.
Huang Mao put down his chopsticks, picked up the document, and opened it.
Inside was a photograph of a middle-aged man in a police uniform, with a serious expression and two flowers on his epaulets.
The name is written below: Xiao Haifeng.
Unit: Jiangcheng Public Security Bureau.
Position: Deputy Director.
The blond-haired man's hand trembled slightly.
He glanced at the photo again, then at the little girl with a ponytail in front of him.
The man in the photo looks about 70-80% like her.
His face turned pale.
"This...this..." he stammered.
Xiao Yunqing crossed her arms and held her chin high. "My dad? What, you don't believe me?"
The blond-haired man quickly closed the document, held it back with both hands, and said, "I believe you, I believe you."
His voice was distorted, trembling slightly, and he forced a smile, which looked worse than crying.
Xiao Yunqing took the documents back, stuffed them into her pocket, glanced at him, and said, "From now on, don't try anything funny. You'll get your money back, but you also need to show the proper attitude."
"Yes, yes, yes," the blond-haired man nodded vigorously, "Absolutely, absolutely."
Xiao Yunqing snorted and turned to walk upstairs.
Her ponytail swung, and her steps were as light and quick as a cat that had won a fight.
Huang Mao sat at the front desk, watching her figure disappear at the top of the stairs, and then slowly turned back.
He saw a person standing at the top of the stairs on the second floor. It was Song Huan, leaning against the railing with her hands in her pockets, looking at him.
Their eyes met.
The blond-haired man's expression changed.
The expression on his face, how should I put it, was like someone had stabbed him in the back, but he didn't dare to cry out in pain.
He looked at Song Huan, his lips moved, and his eyes conveyed the same meaning.
[Why didn't you say so sooner? Whose rich girl did you bring out to make money? Are you trying to get me killed?]
Song Huan understood his look, shrugged, and turned to go back upstairs.
As Xiao Yunqing walked to her seat, she found herself already seated, having opened Fantasy Westward Journey, her character still standing in the dungeon.
She picked up the mouse and continued playing, her expression calm as if nothing had happened.
Song Huan sat down and looked at her.
"Where did you get the ID?"
"Stolen." Xiao Yunqing said without turning her head, her tone light and casual.
Song Huan's lips twitched. "Stolen?"
"Yeah, my dad's not working today, and his ID was on the bedside table. I just grabbed it." She said it as if it were nothing out of the ordinary.
Song Huan was speechless.
What's that saying again? You can guard against anything, but it's hard to guard against a thief within your own family.
I wonder what Xiao Haifeng's expression would be if he knew that his daughter had taken his work ID to an internet cafe to scare people.
This scene involuntarily flashed through his mind.
"Chief, my ID is missing..."
"Did you really lose your ID?"
"It's not lost, it's gone."
"If it's not there, it's gone!"
The bureau chief slammed his fist on the table and stood up, making Xiao Haifeng tremble with fear.
Song Huan almost burst out laughing and asked, "Aren't you afraid he'll find out?"
"If you find out, just say I took the wrong one." Xiao Yunqing finally turned to look at him, blinked, and said, "Anyway, my dad won't scold me."
Song Huan sighed as she looked at her innocent expression.
This girl looks soft and gentle, but she's shrewder than anyone else.
Xiao Yunqing turned back to continue playing the game. After a couple of seconds, she spoke up again, "If we don't teach him a lesson, that blond guy will definitely try to trip us up again. I've seen plenty of people like that; they bully the weak and fear the strong. The more you back down, the more aggressive they become."
Song Huan nodded. Although he did not approve of stealing documents, it was indeed the most effective method.
Reasoning with Huang Mao is useless, nor is sharing money; you just have to make him afraid.
When they're scared, they become obedient.
Just like Xiao Yunqing thought.
In the afternoon, Huang Mao came upstairs again.
This time, he was carrying not only a boxed lunch, but also two cups of milk tea.
Song Huan swore that he really didn't spend any money to buy it this time.
Huang Mao walked to the table, put the things down carefully, as if afraid of startling someone.
"Um... Miss Xiao, this is milk tea, from a newly opened shop downstairs. I don't know if you'll like it." Her voice was servile, as if she were a completely different person.
Xiao Yunqing was engrossed in a dungeon run and didn't even look up. "Just put it there."
Huang Mao put the milk tea down, then glanced at Song Huan with a hint of resentment in his eyes, but quickly looked away.
He turned and went downstairs, his steps very light, like a thief.
Xiao Yunqing waited until he left before turning to look at the two cups of milk tea.
One cup of original flavor, one cup of strawberry flavor.
She took the strawberry cup, inserted a straw, took a sip, and squinted her eyes.
"It's delicious," she whispered.
Song Huan took the original flavor cup, took a sip, and thought it was just so-so, just powdered.
Xiao Yunqing sipped her milk tea while playing video games, humming a song.
The song I'm humming is "Rewind," and this time the tune isn't too off-key; it actually sounds quite pleasant.
She played for a while, then suddenly remembered something and turned to look at Song Huan.
"Huanhuan, do you think he'll cause trouble again?"
Song Huan thought for a moment, "Probably not."
Xiao Yunqing nodded in satisfaction and turned back to continue fighting monsters.
Her ponytail swayed back and forth, she hummed a song, and her feet dangled under the table; she was in an exceptionally good mood.
Song Huan wanted to laugh at her smug look, but she held it in.
He turned back, opened the Taobao backend, and began processing today's orders.
I sold three QQ numbers: one five-digit number for 60 yuan and two six-digit numbers for 35 yuan each.
A piece of game equipment dropped; it was a blue item from World of Warcraft, and sold for forty.
There are a lot of download requests today, more than a dozen in line, all for downloading "Ye Huimei" and "Rewind".
He dealt with them one by one, and it took him almost an hour.
I was busy when someone poked my right hand.
He turned his head and saw Xiao Yunqing looking at him with a strange expression.
I can't quite put my finger on it; I feel nervous, confused, and a little lost.
"What's wrong?" Song Huan asked. Could it be that her game account was banned?
She pointed to her screen, "Someone is trying to talk to me."
Song Huan leaned over to look and saw a private message sent to her in the chat window of Fantasy Westward Journey.
"Little sister, how old are you?"
Song Huan paused for a moment and glanced at Xiao Yunqing's character.
Huanhuan's older sister is a male scholar, dressed in a long robe and wearing a square scarf.
How does the other party know it's a woman if it's a male account?
He glanced at the other person's ID again; it was called "Ruthless Blade," and the level was quite high, with good equipment. It was clearly an experienced player.
Song Huan understood.
These kinds of people specifically target newbies in games, approaching those who aren't skilled at the controls and striking up conversations with them.
Xiao Yunqing was indeed serious about playing games, but his skills were still clumsy, and he was obviously a novice.
"How are you going to reply?" Xiao Yunqing asked in a low voice, a little nervous.
Song Huan thought for a moment, then pushed her aside a little, put her hands on the keyboard, and typed a few words.
"Brother, I'm 16. How old are you, brother?"
Upon seeing these words, Xiao Yunqing blushed instantly. "Why did you call him 'brother'!"
Song Huan ignored her and sent the message.
The other party replied very quickly, almost instantly.
"Okay, 16 is good, I'm 32."
Xiao Yunqing leaned closer to look, her mouth agape, "32 and still playing games?"
Song Huan didn't speak, but typed another line on the keyboard.
"Brother, what are you talking about? I wasn't talking about age."
Send it out.
The other party remained silent for a few seconds.
Then a question mark popped up: "?"
When Song Huan sent another message, the system notified her that the other party had added her to their blacklist.
"Done."
Song Huan leaned back in her chair, her tone relaxed.
Xiao Yunqing stared blankly at the message "Added to blacklist" on the screen.
She turned her head to look at Song Huan, then at the screen, then at Song Huan again.
"What are you talking about? I don't understand. What do you mean I'm not talking about age? Then what are you talking about?"
Song Huan looked at her confused little face and the corners of her mouth turned up.
Not suitable for children.
Xiao Yunqing was stunned for a moment.
Then her face flushed red, all the way to her ears.
She reached out and punched him lightly, not hard, but it made a loud noise.
"You! You scoundrel!"
Song Huan dodged away, laughing even more heartily.
Xiao Yunqing stared at him for several seconds, then turned back to stare at the screen.
That "Ruthless Blade" has been blocked, and the chat window is empty.
She stared at the system notification, still thinking about those few words from earlier.
As she thought about it, her face turned even redder.
"You scoundrel," she muttered under her breath.
But the corners of his mouth were turned up.
Song Huan ignored her and turned back to continue processing orders.
There are still a dozen or so orders to process in the Taobao backend, and a pile of colorful MP3 players sits on the table.
He plugged in an MP3 player, opened the folder, and started downloading.
Downstairs, the blond-haired man sat at the front desk, holding a cigarette in his hand, but not lighting it.
He looked towards the second floor, his expression still complex.
A young man who had come to use the internet came over and said, "Boss, turn on a computer."
Huang Mao put the cigarettes back in the pack, took the money, and turned on the machine.
As the man went upstairs, he couldn't help but ask, "Hey, do you know those two kids upstairs?"
The man shook his head. "I don't know him. What's wrong?"
"It's nothing," the blond-haired man waved his hand.
The person went upstairs.
Huang Mao sat at the front desk, stared blankly for a while, then took out his phone and scrolled through his contacts.
After flipping through it for a while, I closed it again.
Forget it, if I can't beat them, I'll just avoid them.
He put his phone back in his pocket, stood up, and went to deliver instant noodles to the customer.
As he passed the stairwell, he glanced up at the second floor.
The sound of keyboard typing came from upstairs, a rapid, rhythmic clatter.
He looked away and continued walking forward.
Damn it, these days, you can't even mess with kids.