Another perverted old man asked me to send some pure and lovely photos to satisfy his lecherous desires. To meet his request, I found a few sweet and cute photos from the C drive and sent them.
Time passed by, minute by minute.
I played two roles simultaneously, constantly switching identities to chat with them. I told them I wanted to visit but was currently unable to travel due to family troubles.
I mentioned that without sufficient funds, our convenience store and house would be mortgaged, and "I" might be sold by creditors.
Who wouldn't know how to play the pity card?
Moreover, I truly was in a pitiful situation, so much so that I almost moved myself to tears with my story.
Previously, Chen Weiqiang had introduced them to online gambling, and they had won a bit of money, which made them eager to transfer money to help "me" through the crisis. They even offered to buy me a plane ticket to visit them in the U.S. in three days.
Of course, I agreed enthusiastically, saying that once I resolved my family issues, I would fly to the U.S. to thank them and would introduce them to more thrilling games...
Fifteen minutes later, the two perverted old Westerners, feeling quite generous, transferred the money.
The male pervert transferred $2 million, including the airfare.
The witch transferred $1 million and then another $20,000 for the airfare, repeatedly urging me to come to New York within five days.
She promised to pamper me and even buy me a sports car...
Wow, this sounded like she wanted to keep me as a gigolo!
"Very good. You must be tired. Go down and have a meal. Rest well, and we'll talk again," said Old Fox Ace, who had been standing behind me, watching the money flow in, very pleased.
"Got it, Professor!"
I breathed a sigh of relief, logged out of the overseas account, and felt extremely hungry and thirsty.
"Don't mention anything to An Ning or the others. As long as you serve me well, I will ensure your prosperity! This money is my personal reward to you. Once the military chief confirms that the traitor is dealt with, I will recommend you and speak well of you. Understand?"
Old Fox Ace was indeed generous with his money, particularly adept at winning people's loyalty.
With that, he threw a bulging black briefcase at me.
"Understood. I'll go eat now. I'm starving!"
I hugged the reward I had earned with my life and spoke in a calm tone.
"Go on, you need to eat well to do great things!"
"Sure."
I forced a smile, holding the money tightly as I left his office.
Just now, he had subtly warned me to keep my mouth shut about our dark dealings in front of Ning and Liu Eleven.
Even without his reminder, I wouldn't be foolish enough to reveal everything. Staying neutral at least gave me a chance to survive among them.
Once I took a side, I would be doomed.
As I walked out of the office with the briefcase, Ah Mao and Ah Ding suddenly appeared, "The professor didn't give you a hard time, did he?"
I smiled, "No, we had a pleasant chat, and he rewarded me with some money... Were you waiting here for me?"
Ah Mao scratched his head, smiling a bit sheepishly, "Yes."
"Great, the professor arranged a Chinese meal for me. You should come and try it."
I put an arm around Ah Mao's shoulder, walking into the elevator together.
"No, as long as you're fine, we need to head home."
"Come on, it won't take long. After the meal, you can take some Chinese food back for your family. They'll surely be happy, right, Ah Ding?"
I turned to the silent Ah Ding. This guy was no fool. He had killed more ruthlessly than Ah Mao earlier.
Ah Ding grinned, "Listen to my brother."
"See? He wouldn't dare to eat without your say-so."
I escorted Ah Mao out of the elevator and into the private restaurant on the casino's second floor.
Seeing his brother wanting to try the Chinese food, Ah Mao reluctantly followed me.
It wasn't that he didn't want to eat, but he feared that Old Fox Ace would punish him for getting too close to me.
But there was no need to worry. Old Fox Ace was too busy to bother with us. Eating together at the casino wouldn't cause any trouble.
The chef hired by the old fox was indeed excellent. In just the hour I spent wrapping up, he had prepared 16 Hunan dishes, including labor-intensive soups with old hens and turtles.
"Wow, look at this. If I didn't have you guys to help me finish it, I'd be stuffed to death. Thanks, brothers!"
The sight of the delicious dishes made my mouth water.
They were also starving, having waited outside for over an hour, a testament to their loyalty.
With such a feast in front of us, we didn't care about appearances. We grabbed our chopsticks and spoons and dug in.
Old Fox Ace, ever "considerate," had even placed two bottles of Xiangjiao liquor and two packs of Furong Wang cigarettes on the table.
Apparently, he liked things in pairs.
"You can leave now. I take a long time to eat and don't like people watching me devour my food."
I quickly shooed the two waitresses away and locked the door.
After checking for cameras, I finally felt at ease.
However, what Ah Mao and his brother saw as "good" meant nothing to me.
I had earned the old fox a lot of money and solved many problems. This little reward was nothing.
In reality, I was just using my value to buy a chance to stay alive.
In this brutal world, there's no such thing as fairness, justice, or transparency.
Living is enough.
Over half an hour later, the lavish spread was reduced to a few scraps.
Before we started eating, I had Ah Mao pack a portion of each dish to take home, avoiding any contamination.
Ah Ding gave a thumbs up, wiping his reddened lips, "Chinese food is delicious. The chili is great too."
"Thank you, brother!" Ah Mao rubbed his full belly, letting out a satisfied burp.
I was hungry, but not as ravenous as they were.
This showed how poor their family conditions were as locals, rarely getting to eat such hearty dishes.
"Take this. It's my personal thanks for your help and trust. Don't refuse. Use it to send your sister to a good college, so she can leave this place and have a better life."
I took out two bundles of cash from the briefcase and pushed the cigarettes and liquor towards them.
Ah Mao's eyes instantly reddened, "No, we can't take this!"
Ah Ding just kept his head down, saying nothing.
"We're brothers in life and death, we must help each other. Take it and hurry home. In the future, when we meet again, I might need your help too!
By the way, Ah Mao, I'm not pitying you. I truly appreciate your help today; otherwise, I would be dead!
If you consider me a brother, take this. It's my way of helping your mother recover and sending your sister to college. Refuse, and we're done."
With that, I pretended to be angry, grabbed the briefcase, and started to leave.