Chapter 839: Chapter 839
Among the university students, there were two males who loved to show off. They straightened their branded sportswear and flicked their hair before approaching the group of air hostesses. They conversed in German that wasn’t very fluent, but sufficient for communication, asking what this place was.
With smiles on their faces, the German air hostesses replied, triggering a sense of superiority in the two men. While the air hostesses weren’t looking, they turned back to their friends and made faces, giving a thumbs-up.
The other students, who usually got along well with them, howled and egged them on to keep going, reasoning that these Germans probably couldn’t understand Chinese anyway.
Not all the university students were so relaxed; about ten female students wore puzzled looks, discussing among themselves what this place could be, their gazes lingering on Huangfu Xiong and the Germans—unable to help it, as Huangfu Xiong had a brawny bandit vibe that warranted caution.
Huangfu Xiong bared his teeth at the female students, causing them to jump and quickly divert their gaze.
"Ladies and gentlemen, a pleasure to meet you. My name is Xu Changtai, a private business owner. Please take care of me in the future." After giving Tang Zheng a business card, Xu Changtai approached the company commander and handed him one as well, then casually made his way to the university students to greet them.
Communication is the first step to getting others to listen to you, but even Xu Changtai’s ability to mingle was interrupted by the Blue Trojan.
The Blue Trojan clearly wasn’t ready to call it quits, as more newbies were teleported in—this time, five middle-aged women, as well as a meat vendor.
It was clear that the leader among them was the woman with golden curls and a face full of flesh, who didn’t resemble a woman at all. Solidly built, almost barrel-shaped, she wore a bright red down jacket, silk stockings on her legs, and over-the-knee boots. Unfortunately, there was no sense of beauty.
Normally, when she spoke, her voice was loud and robust, as if she were always in a quarrel with someone, and her voice was hoarse and unpleasant, especially when she laughed—it sounded like a duck waiting to be slaughtered.
The moment this shrewish woman arrived, she looked around and, upon spotting the twenty-something pork vendor in a black apron, she pounced and began to brutally berate him, grabbing his collar.
"You deceitful peddler, you shortchanged me by more than an ounce of pork. Why don’t you just drop dead? If you don’t explain yourself today, I’ll report you to the Bureau of Industry and Commerce to have your business license revoked!" The middle-aged shrew didn’t just verbally abuse him; she got physical, scratching the vendor’s face.
"You’re extorting me—it was only a few grams short!" The vendor was no pushover. While not exactly scrupulously honest in his business, he didn’t play tricks like short-weighting. The shrew’s nitpicking left him on the verge of tears.
"That’s a lie. Let’s weigh it if you don’t believe me." The shrew wouldn’t let go, her grasp leaving bloody marks on the vendor’s face, while the other women joined in, blaming the vendor.
"So you just want to extort a couple of extra pounds of meat? I’d rather feed it to the dogs than give it to you!" The vendor’s stubborn temper flared up, and he refused to compromise.
Four old men and a driver were teleported in at the same time—all of them had been hit and killed by a vegetable delivery truck while shopping.
"Stop fighting, enough!" Two young soldiers, with a strong sense of justice, rushed forward, each pulling one away to stop them.
"Get lost! What’s it to you?" The peddler stopped struggling, but the shrew was relentless and lunged at one of the soldiers’ faces, "Taking advantage of the chaos to grope my chest, you shameless!"
The shrew intended to intimidate the soldiers first, then have them help her deal with the vendor.
The young soldier, having never been wrongly accused , turned red with anger.
A handsome man in his thirties was teleported into the room and staggered a few steps. He steadied himself, bent over, and coughed out some apple chunks from his throat. Then, adjusting his glasses, he scanned his surroundings from the corner of his eyes and, carrying a black laptop bag, headed to a corner to sit down against the wall.
"I was choked to death by an apple? But what is this place? Shouldn’t I be on my way home?" Shen Qingshuang recalled what had just happened and decided to stay still, observing. The room was too crowded and chaotic, affecting his judgement.
"Let’s not argue, folks. Harmony brings wealth, after all. Ma’am, however many pounds you are short, I’ll compensate tenfold." Xu Changtai, with a broad smile, walked up to the quarreling pair, voluntarily interrupting the trivial matter, hoping to leave a good impression on the new arrivals.
The shrew, not satisfied, glared and was about to lose her temper, "Do you think I’m the kind of person to take petty advantage?"
"Of course not, big sister, ha ha. Here’s my business card. Next time you come to my jewelry store, you’ll get a fifty percent discount." Knowing the woman’s attention to detail and pride, Xu Changtai immediately played his trump card.
As expected, upon hearing about a fifty percent discount on jewelry, the shrewish woman named Yang Fengshu immediately cobbled a smile onto her greasy face, "How can I accept this?"
While verbally demurring, Yang Fengshu was quick to act, snatching the business card almost greedily and then hoarsely whispering to her friends, "Let’s go check it out together sometime." Tʜe sourcᴇ of thɪs content ɪs N0veI.Fiɾe.net
This was the shrew’s way of indirectly reminding Xu Changtai that she had witnesses and he couldn’t back out.
The room was in a mess, filled with voices, but the next moment, they were interrupted by a magnificent piece of music.
The Blue Cube that had been lying in the center of the floor started to rotate and float, casting hypnotic and mysterious colors, drifting across the smooth marble walls, plunging everyone into dreamland.