Chapter 7: Submissive Shen
Qiu opened the door and carried the things into the room. He sorted some of the things he bought into the refrigerator and put some on the cabinet.
After doing this, Shen Qiu washed an apple and walked towards the bedroom.
He sat in front of the computer that was always on, took a bite of his apple, and browsed the forum.
The entire forum was more lively than last night, with all kinds of messy posts flying everywhere.
Shen Qiu even saw a very popular post. He clicked on it and took a look.
The post read: The ancient doomsday prophecy is about to come, so hurry up and spend all your savings to have fun? Otherwise, the person dies but the money is still there, how sad that would be.
Floor 2: What if we listen to you and spend all the money, and then the end doesn’t come?
Floor 3: If that happens, it will really be the end of the world! And it’s our own end! Ha ha!
Floor 4: After the appraisal, this poster must be a profiteer who deceives us into spending money.
Shen Qiu browsed quietly and frowned more and more. He found that the official had not issued any new announcements after excluding the announcement last night.
And there are only 10 hours and 32 minutes left in that countdown.
Shen Qiu stared at the countdown. He was now very curious about what big event would happen when the countdown ended.
So I sat in front of the computer, held my face with one hand, and waited quietly.
Tick tock,
the hands of the clock keep moving.
I don't know how long he waited, but Shen Qiu felt a little drowsy. He didn't hold on deliberately, and gradually closed his eyes and took a nap.
After a burst of noisy selling sounds rang out from all around, Shen Qiu's head shook slightly and he slowly woke up. At this time, the countdown displayed by the scarlet skull on the computer screen only had 3 hours and 53 minutes left.
Only then did Shen Qiu realize that he had slept for a long time, and the light around the room had dimmed, all illuminated by the purple ambient light of the computer case.
Then he slowly stood up and moved his hands and feet a little. After sleeping for too long, my hands and feet were a little numb.
Buzz~
The mobile phone placed in front of the computer desk suddenly vibrated, and a call came in.
Shen Qiu glanced over and saw the screen turned on, displaying the call note "Profiteer".
Seeing the notes displayed, Shen Qiu sat down again and pressed the call without any pause.
As a result, within three seconds of Shen Qiu pressing the button, the phone vibrated again.
The caller ID showed that it was still a profiteer. Shen Qiu's face was expressionless and he stretched out his hand to press the phone again, and then used the mouse to refresh the Haiyin platform.
Unfortunately, Shen Qiu seemed to have underestimated the other party's perseverance. The phone vibrated again, and the profiteer called again.
Shen Qiu frowned slightly, then picked up the phone and answered it, speaking in a cold tone.
"What are you doing? If you have something to say, tell me something. If you have something to say, let it go. If it's okay, I'll hang up." "
Haha, don't! I have something important to ask you."
A greasy, flattering voice suddenly came from the phone.
"I'm not interested and don't want to hear it."
"It's really important. How about we meet."
"No time, no see."
Shen Qiu hung up the phone immediately after saying that and put the phone back on the table.
Buzz~
The phone vibrated again and the screen lit up. But this time it wasn't a call from a profiteer, but a message that popped up.
"Dear Mr. Shen, your electricity bill is in arrears, and 200 alliance coins are automatically prepaid. Your account with the last number 444 has a balance of 3241 alliance coins." Seeing this message, Shen Qiu's expression also moved slightly, and he picked up the phone again
. cell phone.
Opening the communication record and looking at the number of the profiteer who refused to answer, there was a hint of helplessness in his eyes. He really didn't want to deal with this guy, but his wallet didn't allow him to be so tough.
But in the end, Shen Qiu didn't dial the number, but just said to himself helplessly.
"Forget it, let him call later." Sure enough, within half a minute, the profiteer called again.
Shen Qiu picked up the call, but before he could speak, the person on the other end of the phone kept talking non-stop, for fear of being hung up on again.
"My good brother, my ancestor, please don't hang up on me. I really have something important to ask for, so it's definitely a good thing for you to rest assured." "Hey~ Okay, let's meet."
"
Really ! Great, what do you want to eat? You can choose any restaurant, I'll treat you!"
the profiteer said excitedly.
"No need to bother, come to the Juewei Night Market in front of my house."
Shen Qiu turned the gaming chair, glanced out the window, and replied calmly.
"Okay, no problem, I'll come right away!"
The profiteer agreed happily.
Shen Qiu stood up after hanging up the phone, changed into a black sportswear, and then walked outside.
A few minutes later, Shen Qiu walked out of the gate of the community and walked towards the nearby night market streets.
As a result, before he even got there, he smelled the aroma of barbecue and cooking filling the air.
Although it is already past nine o'clock in the evening, you can see the extremely lively night market from a distance.
Soon Shen Qiu arrived at the night market. He walked along the street. The cement road under his feet was covered with black oil stains that could not be washed away. It was almost caked with slurry.
Open-air stalls were set up on the steps on both sides of the street, and folding wooden tables were set up. Some street restaurant owners even move their kitchens to the street and stir-fry dishes in the open air to attract passing customers.
Since this area is a university town, it was also a Saturday. Therefore, basically most of the stalls are occupied by young men and women. They were eating, laughing, chatting, drinking wine, and were very happy.
Not affected by the Red Skull incident at all.
Shen Qiu felt much better looking at the night market full of fireworks.
"Brother, what do you want to eat? There are all kinds of hot dishes, cold dishes, and barbecues."
At this time, a stall proprietress wearing a greasy apron greeted Shen Qiu warmly when she saw him walking over.
Shen Qiu stopped and glanced at the stall. There happened to be a good empty table left. Then he nodded and walked over and pulled up a small bench to sit down.
The landlady came over enthusiastically and asked with a simple menu.
"What to eat!"
Shen Qiu said directly without looking at the menu.
"No one's here yet, please bring me a plate of boiled peanuts and cucumbers."
"Okay, no problem!"
The landlady picked up a blank notebook and wrote down the appetizers Shen Qiu ordered.
Not long after, a young waiter who looked pretty good came up with appetizers.
"Sir, your dish."
"Yes."
Shen Qiu took apart a pair of disposable chopsticks and broke off the peanuts while thinking about what the profiteer wanted to do with him.
Of course, the profiteer is not his real name, but the nickname given to him by Shen Qiu. His original name is Huang Lang.
Huang Lang is one of the core management members of the Tianji Club to which Shen Qiu belongs, and is responsible for sponsorship, advertising, marketing, etc.
(End of chapter)