... Ms. Dai is such a joker... Luckily, broadband doesn't charge by data usage... I controlled the movement of my lips and glanced out the window.
And there it is again... a female ghost watching A Chinese Ghost Story, it feels weird...
Since the other party showed no ill intent and pointed out the issue of the mysterious cult, and since I lack the ability to fight ghosts— Assassin aren't meant for that kind of work—I considered it for a moment and carefully asked:
Do you want to continue watching?
I've already seen this movie, there's no need to watch it again.
Besides, I have to pick up VIPs at the airport tomorrow, so I can't stay up late.
If you're late or cause a problem, you'll definitely have your salary docked, or even be fired!
In other words, I don't have a mortgage, I haven't made any advance purchases, and I don't need to pay off credit cards or IOUs. Otherwise, I would definitely have rejected Ms. Dai and looked for someone else who offered a cheaper price.
The female ghost on the windowpane turned her head, glanced at me, and said:
Will it affect your sleep?
"I just need headphones, the light doesn't matter," I replied frankly.
The female ghost nodded and suddenly disappeared into the windowpane.
Immediately afterwards, her figure appeared on the screen, almost blending into the movie scene.
At the same time, the sound from the computer speakers disappeared, and the screen dimmed.
Wow, no wonder she's a female ghost... I don't know why, but I feel like I'm less and less afraid of ghosts.
Back in my childhood, I was often so scared by horror movies that I was afraid to sleep, but I couldn't help but secretly watch them, experiencing both pain and pleasure.
I immediately got up, turned off the room lights, climbed into bed, pulled the blanket over my chest and abdomen.
I closed my eyes, trying to fall asleep, but vaguely felt that something was missing.
A minute later, I suddenly realized what was happening, opened my mouth, and said:
"Good night."
As successors of socialism, we must be polite even when facing a female ghost.
A few seconds later, a faint, ethereal voice echoed in my ears:
"Good night."
After completing the procedure, I felt relieved and went to sleep, soon falling into a deep sleep.
When I woke up, I found that it was already light, and the sunlight shone through the curtains onto the bed.
After lingering in bed for a few minutes as was my habit, I slowly regained my senses and gradually sat up.
I instinctively turned my head and saw that the computer screen was off, but the computer wasn't shut down; a red dot was still flashing.
"... Did you leave after watching it?" I gradually regained my memories of last night, as if I had experienced a vivid dream.
I shook my head and picked up my phone to check the time.
grass!
I jumped out of bed and rushed to the bathroom.
It's too late!
If I mess this up, President Huang will skin me alive!
He's only kind to beautiful women!
At this moment, nothing—no Assassin, no cult, no female ghost, no Spirit Channeling —could disturb my thoughts.
The most important thing for a person is to live.
The most important thing for living is to have money.
After getting everything done in five minutes, I changed my clothes and strode out the door and downstairs.
Here, I want to especially thank my two roommates. They always go to bed late and get up late, so their bathroom usage times don't overlap with mine and they never make it difficult for me to get to work.
Peng Deng once said that when he lived in another city, his roommate would always take a one-hour shower in the morning, which meant he either had to get up early or bring his toothbrush and towel to the office.
As I entered the stairwell, I suddenly regretted it, because I was an Assassin, and I could simply jump from the sixth floor.
Think of how much time this can save!
However, there are bound to be a lot of pedestrians outside at this hour. If I dare to get on the windowsill, they might call the police, which would waste even more time.
I stopped thinking about it and started jumping down the stairs, one flight at a time, until I reached the first floor in no time.
During this process, I even had time to open my phone and book a ride to the airport.
Today was a mission, and similar expenses can be reimbursed!
I was lucky; someone accepted my order quickly, and it was nearby. As soon as I rushed out of the residential area, less than a minute later, the white ride-hailing car stopped in front of me.
Perfect!
I breathed a sigh of relief and got into the car.
"Airport."
"Okay." The driver, wearing a mask, made no attempt to strike up a conversation.
I like it this way.
Just like I like it when a mute person cuts my hair.
I glanced at my phone again, and after confirming that even with some traffic, I would still make it, I called the ride-hailing driver to make sure he was also on his way to the airport.
--This driver is not from our company; he comes from the local office of the company of the foreign VIP we met today.
In other words, I didn't actually need to Zarathustra had his own staff to handle it. But to show his sincerity, President Huang still sent me to receive him.
After confirming that everything was in order, I leisurely started playing on my phone.
While scrolling through the page, I came across a funny post:
Why is my crush suddenly ignoring me?
"Yesterday she insisted on coming to my house to watch a movie together, but I had to get up early for work, so I let her sit on the bed by herself and watch it..."
Heh... I chuckled at the guy and started browsing the replies.
About an hour later, the vehicle arrived at the airport.
"It's still early, still early..." I breathed a sigh of relief and gave the driver a five-star review.
Next, I opened VariFlight and checked the flight's arrival time again.
"... NH6567 made an emergency landing at Ningbei Airport ahead of schedule due to mechanical failure..."
What?! I quickly picked up the phone and called the driver at the other office.
"Hello, there's been a problem with the flight; it's made an emergency landing in Ningbei."
"I'll Zarathustra right away to confirm whether he's transferring flights immediately, taking the high-speed train, or waiting until tomorrow," the driver from the opposite office said quite calmly.
"Okay, where are you? I'll come over and meet you." The thought of possibly having to wait at the airport for several more hours gave me a headache.
After finding out the location of the parking lot, I walked downhill and found the driver.
The driver was a foreigner with black hair, blue eyes, and a light beard; he was quite handsome.
"Hello, what's your name?" I asked as I approached.
Previously, Old Ai only gave me his phone number and Chinese name, but now I want to politely address him by his native name.
The driver nodded and said:
"Mr. Zarathustra has already bought a ticket for an hour later and will be here soon. Please let President Huang know."
"Okay." I suppressed my inner groans.
This means I might have to stay at the airport until noon.
The driver continued:
My name is Rosago.
"They are staff members from the Mystery Company's office here."
"You speak Chinese very well. What country are you from?" I casually complimented, trying to ease my mind.
" France," Rosago replied with a smile.