ā¦Maāam Da really has a sense of humorā¦ Itās a good thing that my broadband company doesnāt charge based on data usageā¦ I control the twitch in the corner of my lips and turn to look out the window.
Sheās here againā¦ A female ghost watching A Chinese Ghost Story. It feels weirdā¦
Since she doesnāt show any malice and had pointed out the problem of the cult, while I lack the ability to fend off ghostsāAssassins arenāt capable of doing such thingsāI ask after some consideration, āDo you want to continue watching?ā
I watched this movie a long time ago. Thereās no need for me to rewatch it.
Besides, I still have to go to the airport to pick up the VIP tomorrow; I canāt stay up all night.
If Iām late or something goes wrong, Iāll definitely have my salary deducted or maybe even get fired!
Thankfully, I havenāt taken any housing loans, or bought things on credit. I donāt have any credit card payments and promissory notes to pay. Otherwise, I wouldāve rejected Madam Da just now and looked for someone cheaper.
The female ghost on the glass window turns her head and looks at me.
āWill it affect your sleep?ā
āJust wear headphones. Donāt worry about the light,ā I answer frankly.
The female ghost nods and suddenly disappears from the window.
Then, her figure appears on the screen, almost merging with the movie scene.
At the same time, the sound of the computer speaker mutes, and the light on the screen dims.
Impressive. As expected of a female ghostā¦ I donāt know why, but I feel that my fear of ghosts is decreasing.
Thinking back to when I was young, I was often scared out of my wits by horror movies; yet, I couldnāt help but secretly watch them, feeling both pain and happiness.
I get up, switch off the light in the room, climb into bed, pull the duvet over me, and drape it over my chest.
I close my eyes as I prepare to sleep. Vaguely, I feel like Iāve forgotten something.
A minute later, I snap awake. I open my mouth and say, āGoodnight.ā
As a successor of socialism, I have to be polite even when facing female ghosts.
A few seconds later, an ethereal voice reverberates in my ears.
āGoodnight.ā
With this done, I begin to sleep with ease. Not long after, I fall into a deep sleep.
When I wake up, I realize that the sky is already bright. Sunlight passes through the curtains, scattering across my bed.
Out of habit, I laze in bed for a few minutes, and slowly I become conscious. I sit up slowly.
Turning my head instinctively, I see that the monitor screen has been switched off. However, the computer hasnāt switched off. Itās still blinking red.
āā¦Did she leave after she was done watching?ā I gradually recover my memories from last night, like Iāve experienced a clear dream.
Shaking my head, I pick up my cell phone to check the time.
F*ck!
I scramble up and dash to the bathroom.
Iām almost late!
If I were to mess things up, CEO Huang will skin me alive!
He only treats pretty girls kindly!
At that moment, thereās no Assassin, cult, female ghost, or medium to interfere with my thoughts.
For humans, living takes the utmost priority.
And the most important thing needed to live is to have money.
After five minutes, I finish washing up and changing my clothes. I rush downstairs.
Here, I have to thank my two roommates. They always sleep late and wake up late. They donāt clash with the time when I need to use the bathroom. They donāt delay my getting to work.
Peng Deng had said before that the person he rented an apartment with in another city would always take hour-long baths in the morning, making him either have to wake up early or bring his toothbrush and towel to the office.
I suddenly feel regret when I reach the staircase. Iām an assassin. I couldāve jumped from the sixth floor.
This couldāve saved me plenty of time!
However, there must be a lot of pedestrians outside at this point. If I dare go up the windowsill, they would probably call the cops. That would only waste more time.
Without another thought, I jump down the more than tens steps at a time, allowing me to quickly reach the ground floor.
During this process, I even had the time to unlock my phone and hire a car to send me to the airport.
I can make a claim for transportation expenses since itās for business!
My luck isnāt bad. Very soon, someone takes my request. Furthermore, heās nearby. After I rush out of the compound, a white peer-to-peer ridesharing car stops in front of me in less than a minute.
Perfect!
As I heave a sigh of relief, I pull the door open and climb in.
āAirport.ā
āOkay.ā The driver is wearing a mask and has no habit of striking up a conversation.
This is what I like.
Just like I like having a mute for my haircuts.
I glance at my phone again. After confirming that I still have time even if I encounter a traffic jam, I call the chauffeur and confirm that heās on his way to the airport.
This driver isnāt part of our company. Heās from the local office branch that the foreign VIP is part of.
In other words, thereās no need for me to pick up Mr. Zaratulstra as his own employee will be responsible for it. However, CEO Huang still sent me to receive him to show his sincerity.
After making sure that everything is fine, I start using my phone.
In the process, I see a joke post:
āWhy is the person Iām seeing suddenly ignoring me?
āShe insisted on going to my house to watch a movie yesterday. I still had to wake up early for work, so I got her to sit by the bed and watch it aloneā¦ā
Hehā¦ I mock this guy and check the replies.
About an hour later, the car arrives at the airport.
Thankfully, Iām still earlyā¦ I breathe a sigh of relief and give the driver a five-star rating.
Then, I open the flight schedule and confirm the arrival time.
āā¦NH6567 landed at the alternate airport, Ning Bei Airport, due to an engine malfunctionā¦ā
Holy sh*t, is this for real? I quickly call the other partyās chauffeur.
āHey, thereās a problem with the flight. It was redirected to Ning Bei.ā
āIāll immediately give Mr. Zaratulstra a call and confirm if he will immediately make a domestic transfer or if he will come by high-speed rail. Or whether we should wait for tomorrow,ā the chauffeur says rather calmly.
āOkay, where are you? Iāll come and meet you first.ā Iām having a headache just thinking that I might have to wait at the airport for a few more hours.
After asking for the location of the car park, I walk all the way there and find the chauffeur.
This driver is a foreigner with black hair and blue eyes. He had a mustache that isnāt too thick, and he looks rather handsome.
āHello? How do I address you?ā I ask as I approach.
Previously, Old Ai only gave me a number and a Chinese name. Now, I would like to call him by his actual name.
The driver nods and says, āMr. Zaratulstra has already bought a ticket that will fly off in an hour. He will be here very soon. Please inform CEO Huang about the developments.ā
āOkay.ā I stifle my inner groan.
This means that I might have to stay at the airport until noon.
The chauffeur continues, āMy name is Rosago.
āIām a staff member from the MISTER Company.ā
āYour Chinese is very good. Which country are you from?ā I casually compliment as I comfort myself.