Let’s Squander A Billion First!

Chapter 517 -517: Difficult to be a Hostage (12)

Chapter 517 -517: Difficult to be a Hostage (12)

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The man took a sip of water, rinsed his mouth, and spat it into the basin that the woman beside him was holding.

Chen Fei stood behind him, “Your Highness, do you realize how dangerous today was?”

The man waved for the woman to leave and sat down nonchalantly, “But wasn’t everything fine?”

“It was fine because they sold you to Pouring Red Building. What if they sold you somewhere else, what would you do then?”

“Hey, can’t you wish for something good for me?”

“…” Chen Fei was full of consternation, I actually do wish the best for you, so please stop causing trouble! “What did you do to provoke them today anyway?”

Resting his chin on his hand, the man replied, “That guy stepped on and killed the cricket I just bought. I asked him to apologize, and then he started a fight.”

Chen Fei: “…”

Where on earth were you fighting crickets to run into such a person?

“It’s a shame about my cricket.” The man gestured in the air with his finger, “Chen Fei, go erect a tombstone for my cricket.”

Chen Fei: “…”

Knock knock.

Someone knocked on the door.

Chen Fei glanced at the man and went to open the door.

The madam followed Chen Fei inside.

The madam didn’t dare let her eyes wander, fixing her gaze on the floor, and said slowly, “Young Master, a guest has arrived outside, very generous with his money, but none of our girls here please him…”

“If the girls here don’t please him, what can I do about it.” The man replied, “Please show the guest out.”

“Young Master…” The madam hesitated, “That person, he looks a bit like Wei Country’s Proton.”

The man raised his eyebrows, the corners of his lips curling into a faint smile, “Wei Country’s Proton?”

“He looks somewhat similar… I’m not sure.” There’s a difference between a portrait and the real person, the madam only thought he resembled the man, wasn’t certain, and didn’t dare to be too definitive.

“Let’s have a look.” The man’s interest was piqued in an instant.

Immediately, the madam led the way.

When the madam entered the room, she didn’t close the door, and the man took a distant glance.

“It really is him.” The man’s tone was amused, “The Proton of Wei Country, coming to seek pleasure, how interesting.”

The madam quickly came back out.

“Young Master…”

“Yes, it’s him.” The man replied, “None of the girls caught his fancy?”

“Not that, he didn’t come for the girls,” said the madam.

Not here for the girls…

The man’s eyebrows raised slightly, “Does he prefer men?”

The madam revealed a respectful yet polite smile.

Who would have thought, the Proton of Wei Country has such tastes.

“It seems… he knows that we have just purchased a…” The madam didn’t dare to continue.

Because the one they just bought was the very man in front of her.

“Your Highness, the Proton of Wei Country has been acting oddly lately, we should probably avoid…” stirring trouble.

“Go pick up the clothes I threw away earlier.” The man cut Chen Fei off before he could finish, “Hurry up.”

Chen Fei: “…”

–

After changing his clothes, the man messed up the hair he had just combed and made his face look a bit more disheveled.

“Tie me up.”

“Your Highness,” Chen Fei held the rope, full of consternation.

This seems to be going a bit too far!

“Tie me up.” The man placed his hands behind his back, and seeing that Chen Fei hadn’t moved for a long time, he turned his head and gave instructions to the madam, “You do it.”

The madam: “…”

I… I don’t dare.

In the end, it was still Chen Fei who tied him up.

“Your Highness, it’s a slip knot, you can untie it,” said Chen Fei.

The man nodded, “Take me there.”

After the man was sent away, the madam looked at Chen Fei, “We’re really letting the… Young Master go?”

“I don’t understand the whims of His Highness,” said Chen Fei, “Have someone ready. If anything unexpected happens, we must rescue His Highness immediately.”

His master was someone whose enthusiasm only lasted for three minutes.

Like with growing flowers, painting…

They’ve now progressed to raising crickets.

I reckon by tomorrow he’ll have moved on to another hobby.

Seems carefree and indifferent to everything, but actually?

He’s carrying too much on his shoulders.

–

“Stop right there!”

A delicate reprimand echoed through the corridor.

The woman, a bit drunk, staggered as she walked, pointing at the person being propped up in the middle: “This… this…”

“Miss Cui, you’re drunk,” a man ran over from behind, pulling the woman back.

“Drunk? Me, drunk?!” Miss Cui lacked the modesty expected of girls from her era, hugging the man and giving him a kiss, then pointing at the person she had stopped: “Who is this? Why haven’t I seen him before?”

“Ah… Miss Cui, what’s going on?” The brothel madam, fanning herself, came over: “How have you been serving her, not taking Miss Cui back to her room?”

“Back to what room.” Miss Cui was displeased: “This one, is he new here?”

The madam glanced at the man behind her.

New here, my foot!

This was their Family Head!

The madam stepped in front of the man, smiling: “Miss Cui is drunk, there’s no one new here.”

“Don’t… don’t lie to me!” Miss Cui slapped the madam’s shoulder hard: “I saw it myself, move, move aside!”

Miss Cui pushed past the madam.

The madam gave a knowing look to the man holding Miss Cui.

Hurry and take her away.

The man was indeed very diligent in pulling Miss Cui along.

Unfortunately, Miss Cui, though drunk, was still quite strong; rather than being moved, she pushed the madam back a few steps.

“I want him, him… Yes, him, I want him today!!” Miss Cui pointed at the man behind her.

In reality, Miss Cui had not seen the person clearly at all.

It was just that now, fueled by alcohol, the more you tell me I can’t have something, the more I want it.

“Miss Cui… this…”

“I have money, you won’t miss out,” Miss Cui giggled with a drunken smile, fishing out a silver note: “Look, I have money.”

The madam: “…”

Having money doesn’t mean you can have him!!

Out of respect for Miss Cui’s status, the madam didn’t dare to get physical and was very persuasive.

Yet Miss Cui was not to be reasoned with.

The madam, holding onto Miss Cui, gestured for the people behind to quickly take their Family Head away.

Miss Cui made a huge scene, and the madam couldn’t hold onto her.

“Stop right there!”

“I’m telling you to stop!”

“What’s wrong with you lot of dog lackeys, I have plenty of money, how dare you refuse the person I want!”

“Stop right there!”

Miss Cui kicked open the door that someone was about to close and stumbled into the room.

The madam quickly followed: “My apologies, young master, Miss Cui has had too much to drink.”

“I’m not drunk!” Miss Cui waved her hand, squinting at the person in the room with double vision, shaking her head while waving: “You… you…”

She pointed at the person sitting in the room.

After a long you, she couldn’t articulate any clear reason.

“You… Wei Country’s Hostage!”

Finally, Miss Cui said it all in one breath.

Chuzheng: “…”

Who is this person!

Where are the manners!

“Wei Country’s Hostage…” Miss Cui staggered towards Chuzheng, plonking herself down opposite him.

Miss Cui shook her head, pointing at him: “You’re quite handsome. You’re visiting this place… oh, you want that person?”

Miss Cui pointed vaguely in the air, gesturing towards the madam.

The madam: “…”

“No, no… not you.”

Miss Cui’s finger slowly moved and finally settled on the man being propped up.