Chapter 7: Chameleon Young Master vs. Broker: "Job Secrets"...

A second ago, this was a secret known only to the Shen family.

Family members carefully avoided the topic.

Like a freshly printed book, its pages fragrant with ink, a misplaced comma suddenly appeared on the inside.

The perfect young master of the Shen family was surprisingly color blind. Maple Leaf Country driver's licenses are color-blind-friendly, and the garage's collection of top-of-the-line sports cars and vintage cars could be a car show. But in China, known for its strict discipline, the self-proclaimed "King of Akina Mountain" didn't have a license. 

His childhood friend was a member of a renowned supercar club in China. 

"A-Che, the club's audited assets are only nine figures. That's not a big enough barrier for you, is it?" The friend was chatty and talkative. "Is your family bankrupt? Bro, I only have this card. Give it to help out." Shen Che wanted to slap him. 

Words surged to his lips, then receded. 

Speaking of which, can color blindness be cured? If he had the ability, wouldn't he be the next Nobel Prize in Medicine? 

The man before him hadn't yet removed his pale yellow doll costume. 

Chi Leyou tilted her chin, shifting her frame upwards, cutting off the comical lower half of his body to focus on his face. 

Three -dimensional and vivid, with a prominent nose, he was the illustrator's favorite image of a real-life model. 

With a few strokes, she captured the astonishment in his expression, making it a standout piece of work. 

Chen Che was captivated by her naked gaze. 

She was truly extraordinary. 

In her left hand, she grasped the shocking news that Du Yuanshan had a son; in her right, she knew he was color blind. 

What would she do? 

Negotiate a price with the paparazzi, then schemingly say— 

"Oh no, I also know that actress Du's baby son has a genetic disease." 

"This is a two-for-one, explosive trending search, so I'll have to pay more." 

Accepting the money, she had completely achieved a class leap. 

Chen Che pressed the hood back onto his head, venting his inexplicable anger at the imaginary enemy in his mind. 

"No, no, don't go on." Chi Leyou's heart was filled with gratitude. "You've stood for me for half an hour. This is my job—" 

The hood hid the man's slightly indifferent expression. "How can a part-time worker possibly win your favor? Boss Chi has lofty ambitions." 

The sound waves transformed into vibrations, undulating in the invisible air. Chi Leyou didn't grasp the key to this, waving his hands and mocking himself: "Me? A boss? Maybe in my next life." Chen Che let out a laugh. 

Interesting. 

The girl added: "Color blindness isn't a disease. There's no need to be so self-conscious." 

The topic was like tethered tennis, bouncing back on a beginner's racket, a tendency for the heart to collapse. He was bringing up this irrelevant topic, and Chen Che wanted to explode. But the simple-minded girl didn't see it, and reached down to pull up her trouser legs. 

"Look." 

Inside the wide, functional pants, two ivory chopstick-like legs were propped up. 

She did a strange dance, tapping her feet in sequence. 

"I was in a hurry to get to work this morning and wore the wrong color socks. Red and green look so ugly, right?" she said, speaking at top speed. "You're the only one who won't laugh at me." 

A colorblind person can't tell the difference between red and green. 

Like an experienced tennis coach, she picked up a nonexistent racket and blocked a high-speed tennis ball for him. 

Chen Che's lips twitched: "...No." 

The girl seemed satisfied, closing her legs and loosening her fingertips. The moment her trouser legs fell, his vision shifted, revealing two socks wrapped around the ivory chopstick-like legs. 

The left foot was large, the right small. 

At the ankles were prominent bear paws. 

The "Bears" stretched out their bear arms, their paws high-fived in the air. 

He was first conscious of just how outrageous women's socks could be. 

They were clearly brown and beige, so why the red and green lights? 

Chi Leyou chuckled, his smile laced with naivete. 

"Yuan Shan, what's wrong with that~~~" The Korean restaurant owner's body twisted into a knot with the ripples of the waves. 

Next to the turkey design on the apron was a signature similarly twisted . 

Du Yuanshan's happiness was that simple . 

"Nunaa 

... 

The shop owner turned around. 

"Eh, Saisang—" He stopped mid-sentence, a word lingering in his brain popping out, "twins?" 

His eyes flickered back and forth between the two identical turkeys, like a fruit ninja. 

Chi Leyou: "Boss, my partner has attracted quite a few customers, so we should stick to the original plan and serve two turkeys." 

She was serving the food! A curse word exploded in Chen Che's head. 

"My partner speaks English well, and meets your Groovejob recruitment requirements." Chi Leyou spoke quickly in English, first presenting facts and then showing data. "Twenty-nine and seventy-five dollars an hour. He's already worked for half an hour, so how about I work with him and help you finish the lunch period?" Chen Che 

couldn't hold it in any longer. According to her, he would have to stand for another hour and a half? 

Chi Leyou spread her wings, stopped Chen Che, and spoke in coded language: "Two hours and sixty dollars! You're an asshole if you don't want to make money." 

Chen Che : Laying eggs while standing like an idiot, what else could he be but an asshole? 

"One more." The girl's voice was a demonic sound to his ears. 

The shop owner's eyelids jumped. 

"Don't try to refuse to pay for my friend's C-train fare. Pay it all at once." 

The shop owner was babble-ing, interspersed with gestures. He didn't speak a word of English, and his anger made his voice sound like a three-wheeled motorcycle on the road: "You Zhonggu Salamis are too calculative!" 

Chi Leyou confronted him in English: "I only understand three words "Chinese", so don't be racist." 

"You--" The boss quickly fell silent halfway through his words.

A large shadow covered the front of him.

He raised his neck and slowly met Chen Che's gaze.

The other party used precise words and retorted in the language of the shop owner: "Chinese? Fancy?"

"You can speak Korean..." The boss smacked his lips.

Du Yuanshan is quite popular in the neighboring Kimchi Country. Chen Che often went there to eat kimchi when he was a child.

"Be polite, understand?" Chen Che added.

The

shop owner sat back at the cashier's desk dejectedly, holding his chin and looking out of the shop.

There were two turkey door gods, one tall and one short. The tall one spoke Korean fluently.

His back was like a vertical line of a triangle, and he stood like a pine tree.

His shoulders were broad and straight, and the fabric of the doll costume fell along his shoulders, stretching the soft fabric into a sharp blade-like shape. He stood out

from the crowd.

He stood at the door, not in a posture to attract customers.

The shop owner had a bitter face.

The waiter's eyes flickered between the two turkeys, one tall and one short. "He's certainly not as approachable as the little girl, but when he stands there, our restaurant has a different aura."

"Indeed," the owner conceded. "He has a kind of domineering aura, like Zeus becoming king after the Titan War."

Customers skirted the large turkey and gathered around the girl dressed as the small turkey, who engaged enthusiastically with everyone.

The waiter, clutching an empty tray, offered a soothing reassurance: "Boss, that's called aura."

"Yes," the owner lamented, "he exudes an aura that says, 'You rats, surrender immediately!'"

"…"

The crowd surged, and the Korean restaurant experienced its peak in customer traffic.

By the time the peak passed, it was already 2:30 p.m.

The owner, beaming, chuckled as he handed out a stack of new bills.

The foreign currency was made of plastic and felt incredibly smooth. Chi Leyou expertly examined it under the light.

The slanted light made the feathers on the bills turn from gold to green.

She counted out a few and presented them to Chen Che.

The man, his calf aching, was stunned and asked, "Why are you giving it to me?"

When he refused to take it, the girl added, "Real money."

They worked overtime for three hours, each making a small profit of $89.25.

Shedding her stuffy turkey outfit, she felt no relief after molting, and the low-energy young master looked down at her.

Many women in his circle, with their pampered ways, went abroad to study, fully financed by their mothers, nannies, drivers, and nutritionists.

For these young ladies, studying abroad is a way to exchange land for continued enjoyment.

While sitting in the classroom, their souls were already transported to the new season's collections at the mall.

And this young lady, Turkey,

wasn't pampered, didn't complain, her eyelashes fluttering like the fluttering wings of a butterfly.

"Ninety dollars!" she said cheerfully. "He's kind enough to round it up. But he's a bit too picky and insisted I give him 75 cents." Chen Che

: "Did you bring any change?"

"Of course!" She reached into her trouser pocket, the coins making a series of clinking noises. "I brought a lot!"

Her personality trait must be labeled "watertight."

"I've been ripped off before." A girl shared her secrets about part-time jobs with no one else. "Don't ever work for them—"

She suddenly leaned in, whispering three words thirty centimeters from his ear. She

had just been berating the Korean restaurant owner, and Chen Che seized on her inconsistency: "The Chosen Workers are engaging in racial discrimination?"

Her cheeks suddenly lifted, and she wrinkled her nose, defending herself: "That's why I muted it!"

"Keep it safe." Her eyes flicked to his pockets. "Don't show off your wealth. Do your pockets have zippers?"

Pockets.

Chen Che lowered his head, examining his suit. The decorative pocket, where his handkerchief should have been, was stuffed with four 20-yuan bills and a 10-yuan bill.

Three hours of "forced work" had left his perfectly straight suit wrinkled. He had never felt so miserable in his life.

"Oh, don't wear a suit next time."

"Well, I don't want this one anymore." With it wrinkled like this, he'd just throw it away—typical young master mentality.

Chi Leyou enthusiastically offered advice, offering another job secret: "You look like a real estate agent in this suit. Hey, not that you don't look good. Take that kimchi owner just now, for example. He'd find fault with you and ask you to return it. Then you'd have come here for nothing."

"Real estate agent?"

The girl, completely oblivious to his expression, continued, "A real estate agent from China."

"..."

The

scene shifted to a rest area in a shopping mall.

A tall man, hidden behind a Monstera, was on his cell phone. "Master, the driver's waiting in the garage."

His bamboo-jointed finger traced the gray titmouse on the canvas bag.

Chen Che: "I'm busy."

Three hours ago, he'd been in a hurry to leave, but now he'd changed his ways. Uncle Zheng didn't want to serve the chameleon master, but he couldn't afford to skimp on his salary, so he patiently awaited the eldest master's further instructions.

Poking the bird's beak with his fingertips, Chen Che muttered to himself, "You've been gone for so long, did you fall into the toilet?"

Uncle Zheng: "Huh?" The

young master didn't bother to explain, changing the subject: "Do you have Chi Leyou

's contact information?" "Huh? I only have Miss Chi's phone number.

"

"Does it have a domestic number?" "A local number here. "

Uncle Zheng saw through everything and immediately asked, "Do you want to add Miss Chi on WeChat?"

"Who said that?" The sudden increase in volume caught the attention of the men in the lounge area.

Who was she to him? Why was she letting him see her bag?

A wrinkled canvas bag, no matter how cute the chickadee was, what good was it? Dusty and dusty, the color gray he hated the most.

"Hey."

Another familiar friction sound.

"My last name isn't Hei." He deliberately didn't look up.

"I don't even know your name," Chen

Che looked up abruptly.

Chi Leyou sat down on a bench, holding a cup of fruit tea.

He withdrew his gaze. He had been gone for so long. It turned out that he was buying milk tea.

Across from him was a couple who were tired from shopping. The girlfriend leaned on her boyfriend's shoulder, and pressed her red lips against the totem tattoo on his neck, giving him a kiss.

There was a movement from the other end of the bench. Chi Leyou crossed the invisible 38th parallel and moved towards him.

Not far away was a passionate couple kissing each other, and next to them was a girl who was pressing towards him.

The huge Monstera deliciosa covered the two of them, creating a small tropical rainforest.

"Look, look," a soft voice penetrated into her ear, "the neck of that foreigner."

She is really shameless.

Chen Che turned his eyes away, not looking at anything inappropriate.

She tried hard to hold back her laughter and nudged Chen Che's arm with her elbow: "The tattoo on his neck is 'Beijing Roast Duck'."

Chen Che thought she was joking, replying emotionlessly, "Then his girlfriend will definitely get a tattoo of 'Kung Pao Chicken.'"

After gnawing for a long time without finding any new flavor, the couple suddenly separated.

The foreign woman grabbed the tattooed foreigner's arm and stood up to leave.

On the back of her neck, four Chinese characters were written: Kung Pao Chicken.

Chen Che: "..."

Chi Leyou: "..."

The broad leaves of the Monstera deliciosa trembled, and her laughter echoed over the small tropical rainforest.

The woman finally stopped laughing and pushed the fruit tea in her hand towards Chen Che.

The marble-like green grape flesh sank to the bottom, and the translucent green tea soup was covered with a thick layer of cream.

It looked like a cloud very close to the grassland.

"I'll treat you to some," she said, explaining her departure. "Heytea is opening, and I've been waiting in line for a long time. Try it. Is the one in China better, or is it better here?"

Two healthy blushes bloomed on her cheeks.

She said, "You've worked hard today."

Du

Yuanshan's palm cramped at the check-in, surprised by the enthusiasm of the foreign fans.

With different skin colors and a huge age range, the staff invited a white-haired old lady from the venue.

The old lady spoke elegant French, with a gleam in her eyes. This gleam was exactly the same as the one in the eyes of the fanatical fans in the venue.

There is no age limit for star chasing.

"Did you hear that?! Ahhhh!!!"

There was a wave of sound from the receiver. The music festival was just like that. Chi Leyou pulled the phone away.

After her friend calmed down for a moment, Chi Leyou said, "I've got the fare back for you."

Her friend yelled, "Ah? What fare? Sister! Sister! Here, here - I love you, I love you!"

"Oh, you're not here to work." Chi Leyou said with a wooden face, arguing with the stingy boss of the Korean restaurant.

"Are you off work?" Her friend howled, "You're almost at the exit, she's leaving, you can still see her if you come now!"

"I'm not a star chaser."

"Come on, she's so beautiful!"