Chapter 1: Angels on One Side, Satan on the Other 04
"Oh? How long do you think I should sleep?"
Just as I was proudly imagining myself showing off my beautiful ice cream phone and the strawberry-colored MP4 in the classroom, a pleasant voice suddenly came to my ears. The voice was like lake water rippling in the breeze, with a special texture, echoing very close to me.
I froze almost reflexively, and when I came to my senses, the hands that were tightly holding my waist loosened at some point, and Duanmu Jichu was leaning on the bed, his hands on his chest, looking at me with squinted eyes. His black eyes were filled with a beautiful color that I had never seen before, like a black gem buried in the deep sea, just dug out by people, exuding a dazzling and fatal attraction.
"Ah... that..." Looking into those dark eyes, even though I was a battle-hardened gangster king, I couldn't help but shiver, and then quickly climbed down his bed, feeling like a poor man offending a noble god. I tried to stabilize my emotions and make my smile look less stiff: "That... Master Duanmu, are you awake? Ah ha ha, I'm glad you're awake. My uncle and I are very concerned about you. We were just talking about what to do if you fall asleep and never wake up, hehe..."
"Why did I just hear someone say, I need to sleep a little longer?" Duanmu Jichu got off the bed with his arms folded across his chest, leaned elegantly against the window, squinted at me, and a mocking smile appeared at the corner of his lips. The cute animal-like appearance when he was asleep completely disappeared, as if he had changed into a different person in an instant, from an angel to Satan: "And I just heard the words 'count the money', are you treating yourself as a commodity for sale?"
It is true that he charges money, but why does the sentence "you are selling yourself as a commodity" sound so awkward? I do charge money, but what I sell is my time. Why does he make me feel like a girl with a special profession?
Although the person standing in front of me is my idol, I guess few girls would smile after hearing such vicious words. Unconsciously, my favorability towards him dropped from 100 points to 50 points.
"I think you're mistaken. What I'm selling is my time, not myself. You've taken up my time and prevented me from delivering food, causing me a lot of losses. I should charge you a reasonable fee, right?"
Although my affection for him was decreasing, for the sake of the money, I still put on a cute smiling face that everyone would love and looked at him with a smile.
The customer is God, and he is now my God.
When Duanmu Jichu heard what I said, he curled his lips, raised his eyebrows, and put on a very disdainful expression: "How are you selling your time? Since I am a customer, I have the right to evaluate the quality of the product and see what price I should pay for it."
Hey, what does this mean? Are you trying to default on your debt?
"I have already discussed the price with the old housekeeper." I looked at him with a smile. In order to prevent him from defaulting on the payment, I quickly extended a hand. "Well... Master Duanmu, the unit price we originally discussed was 163.56 yuan per hour. From 5:50 to now... 9:40, it is a total of 3 hours and 50 minutes. At 163.56 yuan per hour, it should be 2.73 yuan per minute, and 3 hours and 50 minutes is 627.9 yuan... Well, it should be correct. If you don't believe me, you can ask the old housekeeper."
I quickly calculated and turned my gaze towards the door, hoping that the old housekeeper could testify for me. However, when I turned around, I found that the old man who had been standing respectfully at the door just now had gone out at some point.
Uh, what's going on now? Do they really want to default on their debt? The world-famous AURORA Group is refusing to pay for more than 600 yuan... Isn't this too unbelievable?
"935 6.498 x 34592.5748, what is the result?"
Duanmu Jichu's raised lips slowly relaxed, he narrowed his eyes, looked at me sharply, and asked a question calmly.
Why are you suddenly asking me to calculate? Do you think I'm a calculator?
But my brain wouldn't listen to me when it came to numbers. It started calculating out of habit and instructed my mouth to say the answer: "323665356.931."
"What is 323665356.931÷564.77?"
"573092.333."
Uh… why am I calculating? I’ve clearly given my brain the command “don’t calculate”, so why is it that my brain is not listening at all? Woo woo woo, why?
"What about 64334÷675.654?"
"95.217."
Stop, I don’t want to calculate anymore. I’m not here to be a human calculator for this guy!
"What is 11254-448751+45458?"
"-392039."
Ahhh, what on earth is this guy doing? Has he figured out that my brain has a problem with numbers and I can't help but want to calculate them whenever I hear them?
No, I don't want to be caught.
"Stop! I don't want to calculate anymore, give me the money quickly, I want to go home!" I hurriedly covered my ears, and when I looked up, I saw Duanmu Jichu with an expression of "I see". He squinted at me, with a playful expression as if he saw some strange invention, which made my scalp numb.
"Your speed calculation ability is average. The only good thing is that you have turned speed calculation practice into a conditioned reflex to numbers. It still has some commercial value..." He curled his lips and evaluated me in the tone of evaluating a strange invention. "But, your figure is too plain, your appearance is average, your height is not tall enough, your eyes are too big, your mouth is not plump enough, and your hair is yellow. Overall, it can only be considered a third-rate inferior product, so I can't give you the price you asked."
"what do you mean?"
I can't laugh anymore. That's right, I have completely lost my good impression of him.
He actually said that I was a third-rate inferior. How could I have admired such a disrespectful guy before? It was such a waste of time. It would be better to admire him.
"What I mean is that if the price is reduced to half of the original price, I will only pay the price I should pay." He raised his eyebrows and said arrogantly.
"So you're only willing to pay me $313.95?"
With these numbers popping up in my head, I seemed to see my MP4 flapping its little wings and getting farther and farther away from me, so I gritted my teeth as I spoke: "Where in the world is there anyone who can bargain like you?"
"I have made the price very clear. I will ask the butler to prepare the money for you later." Duanmu Jichu curled the corners of his lips and showed a wicked smile. My angry face was clearly reflected in his black gemstone-like eyes. "Or you can choose not to do it. I won't force you."
What a joke, why not? Even if half of it is gone, it's better than nothing.
I waved my hands quickly and forced a cute smile: "Yes, of course I won't. The money of the Duanmu family is much more valuable than ordinary money. When I go back, I will frame the money and hang it on the wall to worship it every day to thank Master Duanmu for his generosity."
I said this, but what I was thinking in my heart was: I want to buy a small wooden puppet, carve Duanmu Jichu's name on it, and prick it with a needle every day, hum!
"Then I'm so honored." I don't know if Duanmu Jichu really didn't hear the sarcasm in my words, or if he was deliberately trying to irritate me, but he actually accepted my compliment with a smile, without any sign of anger. Then he called the old housekeeper who had just retreated to the door, and told him to pay me the money and then send me out.
The most annoying thing is that he looked at me with a smile at the end and added: "I'll make it an even number for you, 320 yuan, no need to change!"
As I walked out of the beautiful villa with the few thin banknotes and the lunch box in my arms, I suddenly caught sight of a pair of familiar shoes in the shoe room in the corner of the hall. They seemed to be the pair of shoes that Duanmu Jichu had just worn.
Looking at the pair of well-made casual leather shoes, an idea suddenly flashed through my mind. Hehe... I've been tossed around all night, I have to let out some steam.
So I held the lunch box and instantly put on a shy smile of a cute girl, then turned to the old housekeeper who was seeing me off and said, "Uncle, can I ask you a favor? I want an autographed photo of Master Duanmu... Well, although I'm a little embarrassed and have hesitated for a long time and don't know how to ask... but I still want it very much... I have admired Master Duanmu for a long time, and this has always been my wish... Please, please..."
In the end, even I felt that what I said was disgusting, but in order to get the old man away, I could only continue to play the role of Duanmu Jichu's loyal fan, and even squeezed out a few tears: "Uncle housekeeper, I hope you can fulfill a young girl's little wish... wuwuwu..."
"Young Master's autographed photo?" The old butler pushed his glasses, half believing and half doubting what I said. He looked at me for a long time but couldn't find any flaws. Finally, he agreed, "Okay, although there are not many photos of Young Master, I can go find some. But before that, I need to ask Young Master's opinion first."
Hehe...that’s great!
As soon as the figure of the old butler disappeared on the magnificent spiral staircase, I immediately went into the shoe and hat closet with my lunch box, poured all the fried rice cakes that had not been delivered into Duanmu Jichu's shoes, and then put a pair of insoles on them, pretending that nothing had happened.
After laying out a pair of shoes, in order to prevent him from not wearing this pair next time he goes out, I poured rice cakes into all the shoes in the shoe and hat room, and then laid insoles one by one. After doing this, I quickly returned to the door and continued to pose as a girl waiting eagerly.
"I'm sorry, miss, the young master doesn't agree to give you an autographed photo." Just as I expected, the old butler said to me in embarrassment after coming down from upstairs.
"What a pity." I put on a bitter face, shook my head dejectedly, and walked out of the door. "But there is nothing I can do. I will definitely respect Master Duanmu's decision."
I ran out of the villa and laughed wildly to the sky: "Hahaha, Duanmu Jichu, you will soon know the consequences of offending me, the gangster Wang Yeye, hahaha..."
After the revenge, I felt really good, so I ran to the mall in such a good mood. Dear Ice Cream Phone, your owner is here!
