Chapter 10: Uber Eats delivery driver Koike Kamitomi...

Du Yuanshan answered her agent's call. "Whoever broke the news is crazy!"

The voice echoed through the vast living room.

In a corner, a built-in fireplace crackled. Du Yuanshan, phone in hand, walked over to the fireplace and kicked the black, white, and brown wall with her bare feet.

Suddenly—the flames multiplied, devouring the firewood.

"Ah!" Du Yuanshan jumped, her ear leaving the receiver.

Her agent: "Are you angry? I told you I'd handle it, and you insisted."

She was frightened, and Du Yuanshan took a few steps back.

Several tongues of fire, like mutated Medusa-like dragons, spitted flames arrogantly, trying to break free from their seal.

"Get out of here!" A man in blue pajamas slumped over a single-seater sheepskin sofa in the back, his fingertips twirling a small remote, controlling the flames in the electric fireplace like a magic wand.

Low heat, medium heat, high heat, he was having a blast.

Du Yuanshan hung up the phone and walked around the fireplace, arms folded. "If I remember correctly, it didn't look like this yesterday."

"It went to Hogwarts for further studies." Chen Che pinched the Lego figurine and inserted it into the three-colored Lego brick wall.

Click, it clicked.

The three-dimensional brick wall, like a cliff rising from the ground, with several Lego figurines fighting on the cliffside.

"Damn! This fireplace cost 900,000!" Du Yuanshan howled.

The marble wall was surrounded by a chaotic jumble of Lego bricks, and the light gold pattern was no longer visible.

With a blank expression, his father pressed his wand into the Lego figurine's palm.

Du Yuanshan suppressed her heartache and squatted down to examine the figurine. "Who is this bald donkey?"

"You know who."

Once again, impressed by her son, the illiterate actress gritted her teeth: "Speak human language."

"Voldemort."

"You let the villain take the center stage?"

"Isn't this cute?" Chen Che stroked Voldemort's face with his fingertips, wiping away the nonexistent dust.

Du Yuanshan stood up, her hands spread out like a real-life gorilla.jpg: "900,000, compensate me." "

?" Chen Che was puzzled. "I picked her up?"

"We're mother and son, so we'll settle accounts."

The new cleaning lady stole a glance at Du Yuanshan, her drone fleet forming a "superstar, so beautiful and young" formation. She suppressed her gaze and stepped forward. "Madam."

Du Yuanshan's eyes fell on the basket of dirty clothes the cleaning lady was holding. The wrinkled handmade suit she had bought for her son at the Milan fashion show was there. "...Sister Yan, the suit needs dry cleaning."

Aunt Yan nodded heavily, and like a magic trick, she produced a tray. Du Yuanshan could clearly see the small foreign currency inside.

Her beautiful eyes shone with clear stupidity: confusion up.

To a superstar, the concept of a few dollars was meaningless.

"This is the money by the young master's bedside," Aunt Yan explained.

She had signed the employment contract, memorized every clause, and presented the cash to her employer.

Chen Che reached for the money, but couldn't reach it.

Du Yuanshan had already seized the initiative. "Huh, $90?!"

she exclaimed, smugly, like a bandit plundering the property. "I won't take the money, but compensate me for the fireplace."

"Give it back," Chen Che snatched the thin, almost untouchable stack of bills from his mother's hand.

"Stingy..." Du Yuanshan stared at him, stunned.

A moment later,

the whirlwind returned, and Chen Che slapped out a blank bank check.

"Fill in the amount you want."

He refused to give her several foreign currency bills, yet let her fill in the check amount?

What kind of new investment method was this?

Du Yuanshan approached eagerly, "Is the $90 a misprint? Is it worth more than $900,000?"

Someone said blankly, "Your son's hard-earned money."

"???"

Chi

Leyou opened his accounting software and tapped the screen with a damaged stylus.

[Today's wage for working as a cow and horse: $90]

[Heytea: A cup of succulent green grapes for $7.99, $11 after tax. 】

Looking at the nearly 11% consumption tax, a belated heartache hit her.

It's much more expensive than in China, and the price after tax will make people lose their appetite.

Thinking of the big turkey helping her and solving her urgent needs, 11 dollars is nothing.

She took out a Heytea card from her Shantiao bag.

After scanning the code, the mini program popped up a lottery wheel.

[Congratulations on winning]

Wow, the unlucky saint actually won the prize!

[With this winning screenshot, you can get a badge by having another drink in the store. ]

The joy was sucked away by the black hole.

Chi Leyou smiled bitterly. If she had known, she would have bought another cup.

She turned her head and looked at her roommate who was busy painting. Her voice was flattering: "Park~Painter~"

The girl, whose nose was almost sunken into the digital screen, hummed.

"Park Xigua." Chi Leyou blinked.

"Ah, my name is not Park Xiba!" Park Yezhen's Chinese voice broke.

Chi Leyou laughed herself to death, her chair slumped over. "Want some Heytea?"

"You treat?"

"Only the basic one for $7.99." Grandet squinted, his eyes soft as morning mist. "Thank you for helping me with my dreadlocks."

Park Yejin's English was thick with an accent: "Girl helps girl."

Chi Leyou sighed, snatched her roommate's scooter keys with one hand, and ruffled her bun with the other. "Uber Eats delivery driver Xiaochi is on duty!"

Her spirited slogan, two healthy blushes on her cheeks, made her look like a vibrant manga heroine.

Drained by the serialization, Park Yejin pawed at the air: "Xiaochi, give me some of your energy."

There was a Heytea not far from the campus.

An electric skateboard glided "Dedicated Xiaochi" to the shop.

The line wasn't as long as expected. Chi Leyou generously handed over a bill and a coin: "A cup of green grapes, thank you."

"I want to exchange for a badge," she displayed the mini-program.

The foreign clerk called over a colleague, and they both mumbled something, finally shrugging their shoulders regretfully.

The two-cup milk tea, one-badge deal is only available at the new CF Pacific Mall location.

My mood plummeted.

The round-trip C-train fare wasn't cheap.

Someone suddenly popped into my head.

—Park Xigua: A poor Korean expat.

—Friend: An intern who couldn't even find time to return home for her brother's glorious second marriage.

Who would go shopping in a luxury mall?

Koike couldn't help but sigh at the law of conservation of good fortune: Today's work went smoothly, and I'm getting some of my luck back.

That badge was truly adorable, with a milky-coffee-colored cup and a bouncy pearl at the bottom.

A perfectly cute bag charm.

Eh? With a few strokes, a neat line drawing of a character emerged from her mind.

A girl on an electric skateboard suddenly braked.

The line drawing unfolded, and the scene unfolded automatically—

the wealthy man tossed a black card to his lover. Her high heels clicked with a domineering clatter as she pointed at the new-season ready-to-wear on the shelf: "That row, take everything off—"

Chi Leyou continued her "poor man's mindset. "

Surely a wealthy woman would give her boyfriend a black card?

The boyfriend stood at the counter, his eyes glaring down at the crowd, his hand raised to point fingers.

"…" She reached for the eraser in her mind, erasing that person's arrogance.

Chi Leyou searched for Uncle Zheng's contact information and dialed the number.

A call

popped up on her phone.

"Hello, Uncle Zheng!"

A crisp, clear voice, brimming with energy, gently jarred Uncle Zheng's eardrums.

"Hello, Miss Chi." He dared not neglect the girl the young master had assigned him to investigate.

"I want to ask for his phone number," Chi Leyou lowered her voice. "Um, that beautiful sister's—"

She didn't know Chen Che's name.

Chi Leyou recalled Chen Che's elegant attire. His current glamorous appearance was his "salary" for accompanying his wealthy sister day and night.

Every profession has its difficulties.

There's no hierarchy in the world of work.

"I'll go get the mistress to answer the phone." Uncle Zheng misunderstood and gestured for Chi Leyou to wait.

"No, no, no." Chi Leyou suddenly realized something was wrong.

Why had she acted so impulsively, bypassing her sister and secretly asking for her boyfriend's number?

Was she crazy?

Would the wealthy sister misunderstand her?

She wasn't interested in her sister's boyfriend!

"Uncle Zheng, I wish you a happy work and a big year-end bonus. Bye!"

During the handover, the call abruptly ended.

Chen Che just picked up: "Hello?"

The phone: "Beep, beep."

"..."

Uncle Zheng felt wronged. He had used his decades-old legs to run at Su Bingtian's speed, but he didn't expect the call to be disconnected! Blame it on the size of this house!

Chen Che looked at the screen.

[Miss Chi - Cleaning the Pool (Young Master S-Rank)]

"Chi Leyou?" he asked.

Uncle Zheng, sweating profusely, nodded hurriedly: "It's Miss Chi."

"Why did she call you?" The young master asked, and the air was filled with the smell of accountability.

Uncle Zheng, who was about to retire, thought of some tips on how to coax the young master, and changed the subject: "Miss Chi asked for your phone number." Chen

Che put down the Lego bricks and paused his Hogwarts building plan: "She wanted to see me?"

"Yeah."

Shen Che saved Chi Leyou's number on his phone and asked again: "What does S-Rank mean?"

Uncle Zheng's expression was struggling. He couldn't say that Miss Chi was very important to the young master, could he?!

The young master was such a face-conscious man.

Aunt Yan brought a plate of grapes. The new employee, full of enthusiasm, blurted out the grape varieties she'd memorized a hundred times, reciting them fluently: "Young Master, these are Sultana seedless grapes."

Uncle Zheng replied fluently: "Ah, yes, yes, S-grade means Sultana. As for grapes, Miss Chi's eyes sparkled, and they look very similar to this variety."

Aunt Yan had never met the protagonists they were talking about—but nodding in agreement was always a sure thing: "Yes, they're exactly the same."

Chen Che's gaze slid from the double act duo to the grapes.

The sweet aroma of fleshy green grapes filled his mouth.

By the time he realized what he was doing, the call he'd dialed had been answered.

"Hey, Leyou spaeking," the woman's voice was slightly muffled, tinged with the rustling of wind.

Chen Che: "You're looking for me."

Chi Leyou exclaimed, "Huh?"

The wind stopped abruptly in Shen Che's ears through the receiver, the muffled voice vanishing, replaced by the familiar, clear voice he remembered.

Just like a peeled lychee, the delicious and juicy flesh always makes people salivate.

The sunset on the Shenshan Mountain is busy putting away its afterglow.

Chi Leyou stopped by the roadside holding a pink helmet and asked, "Are the succulent green grapes delicious?" Chen

Che walked to the backyard, stopped by the fountain, and his tall figure melted into the afterglow of the sunset.

The empty manor villa was not far away with a strong sunset glow.

"It's okay." He said concisely.

"Is okay okay, drinkable, or delicious?"

The other party was like a personality investigation system, asking him to choose the correct option.

Chen Che: "It's drinkable."

The girl seemed to say to herself: "Oh, the evaluation is okay, it's worth it that I waited in line for so long."

Chen Che patiently received this research call about Heytea.

"Would it be convenient for you to come to the mall where we work?"

"Why?" His aching leg reminded him of the painful three hours he'd just gone through, and Chen Che was wary of her purpose for calling. "You still want me to be a prostitute?"

"No, no, no..." the girl repeated. "I know you have other jobs. If you have some free time and happen to be shopping there, you can go to Heytea and buy a drink. The cheapest one will do. Collect two and get a badge."

"...That's it?"

"Yeah," the girl continued. "Do you have an email? I'll send you a screenshot of the winning number. With it, you can redeem it by buying another drink at that Heytea, but it only works at that Heytea."

Just as he was about to give her his Gmail address: Brookshen@gmai ,

Chen Che got smarter and gave her his Penguin email.

"Okay, I'll send it to you later," the girl said in a relaxed tone, like a delivery boy who had completed a delivery. "I wish you good luck with your work."

After a moment's thought, she added a caution: "Health is the capital of revolution. Bye."

"Beep, beep,"

the phone was hung up quickly.

The sun was setting, and Chen Che had no intention of appreciating the magnificent sunset.

What did she mean by calling?

Let him drink milk tea alone, let him get a badge for free.

He is a grown man, and he needs a badge?