Chapter 1413 In Modern Day 11
…Ma’am Da really has a sense of humor… It’s a good thing that my broadband company doesn’t charge based on data usage… I control the twitch in the corner of my lips and turn to look out the window.
She’s here again… A female ghost watching A Chinese Ghost Story. It feels weird…
Since she doesn’t show any malice and had pointed out the problem of the cult, while I lack the ability to fend off ghosts—Assassins aren’t capable of doing such things—I ask after so consideration, “Do you want to continue watching?”
I watched this movie a long ti ago. There’s no need for to rewatch it.
Besides, I still have to go to the airport to pick up the VIP tomorrow; I can’t stay up all night.
If I’m late or sothing goes wrong, I’ll definitely have my salary deducted or maybe even get fired!
Thankfully, I haven’t taken any housing loans, or bought things on credit. I don’t have any credit card paynts and promissory notes to pay. Otherwise, I would’ve rejected Madam Da just now and looked for soone cheaper.
The female ghost on the glass window turns her head and looks at .
“Will it affect your sleep?”
“Just wear headphones. Don’t worry about the light,” I answer frankly.
The female ghost nods and suddenly disappears from the window.
Then, her figure appears on the screen, almost rging with the movie scene.
At the sa ti, the sound of the computer speaker mutes, and the light on the screen dims.
Impressive. As expected of a female ghost… I don’t 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 couldn’t 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 , and drape it over my chest.
I close my eyes as I prepare to sleep. Vaguely, I feel like I’ve forgotten sothing.
A minute later, I snap awake. I open my mouth and say, “Goodnight.”
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.
“Goodnight.”
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 beco conscious. I sit up slowly.
Turning my head instinctively, I see that the monitor screen has been switched off. However, the computer hasn’t switched off. It’s still blinking red.
“…Did she leave after she was done watching?” I gradually recover my mories from last night, like I’ve experienced a clear dream.
Shaking my head, I pick up my cell phone to check the ti.
F*ck!
I scramble up and dash to the bathroom.
I’m almost late!
If I were to ss things up, CEO Huang will skin alive!
He only treats pretty girls kindly!
At that mont, there’s no Assassin, cult, female ghost, or dium 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 don’t clash with the ti when I need to use the bathroom. They don’t delay my getting to work.
Peng Deng had said before that the person he rented an apartnt 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. I’m an assassin. I could’ve jumped from the sixth floor.
This could’ve saved plenty of ti!
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 ti.
Without another thought, I jump down the more than tens steps at a ti, allowing to quickly reach the ground floor.
During this process, I even had the ti to unlock my phone and hire a car to send to the airport.
I can make a claim for transportation expenses since it’s for business!
My luck isn’t bad. Very soon, soone takes my request. Furthermore, he’s nearby. After I rush out of the compound, a white peer-to-peer ridesharing car stops in front of in less than a minute.
Perfect!
As I heave a sigh of relief, I pull the door open and climb in.
“Airport.”
“Okay.” 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 ti even if I encounter a traffic jam, I call the chauffeur and confirm that he’s on his way to the airport.
This driver isn’t part of our company. He’s from the local office branch that the foreign VIP is part of.
In other words, there’s no need for to pick up Mr. Zaratulstra as his own employee will be responsible for it. However, CEO Huang still sent 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:
“Why is the person I’m seeing suddenly ignoring ?
“She 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 alone…”
Heh… I mock this guy and check the replies.
About an hour later, the car arrives at the airport.
Thankfully, I’m still early… I breathe a sigh of relief and give the driver a five-star rating.
Then, I open the flight schedule and confirm the arrival ti.
“…NH6567 landed at the alternate airport, Ning Bei Airport, due to an engine malfunction…”
Holy sh*t, is this for real? I quickly call the other party’s chauffeur.
“Hey, there’s a problem with the flight. It was redirected to Ning Bei.”
“I’ll imdiately give Mr. Zaratulstra a call and confirm if he will imdiately make a dostic transfer or if he will co by high-speed rail. Or whether we should wait for tomorrow,” the chauffeur says rather calmly.
“Okay, where are you? I’ll co and et you first.” I’m 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 isn’t too thick, and he looks rather handso.
“Hello? How do I address you?” I ask as I approach.
Previously, Old Ai only gave a number and a Chinese na. Now, I would like to call him by his actual na.
The driver nods and says, “Mr. 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 developnts.”
“Okay.” I stifle my inner groan.
This ans that I might have to stay at the airport until noon.
The chauffeur continues, “My na is Rosago.
“I’m a staff mber from the MISTER Company.”
“Your Chinese is very good. Which country are you from?” I casually complint as I comfort myself.
“France,” Rosago smiles and replies.
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