TSM Chapter 14

“Auction? Buddha’s Hand Tears?” Sòng Zhèngkūn was completely confused. He sniffled, seemingly craving a cigarette. He took one out of his pocket and lit it.
“Yes, Mr. Sòng, please put out your cigarette first. You can do as you please when you return to your room.” The butler kindly brought a plate with a wet tissue on it and placed it in front of Sòng Zhèngkūn.
Sòng Zhèngkūn glared fiercely at Qián Yíngxīn and reluctantly stubbed out the cigarette on the plate. He glanced at the butler and shouted, “Explain it to me, why use this kind of format? Isn’t it just blatantly trying to get our money?”
“Small-minded…” Qián Yíngxīn muttered loudly, clearly intending for everyone to hear, to vent her dissatisfaction with Sòng Zhèngkūn.
“Who am I pointing at, who am I pointing at! Huh?” Qián Yíngxīn slapped his hand away, her eyes wide, enraged, and leaned close to him, roaring, “Go, go, go, I’ll hit you, if I don’t hit you today, I’ll be your grandson!”
“Stop! Don’t fight… don’t fight! Little Dié is still here, please stop!” Amidst everyone’s shock, Huáng Tíngguǎng reacted last and rushed forward, hugging Qián Yíngxīn’s thick waist, struggling to hold back her frenzy, “Pay attention to your image, Sister Qián.”
Zhèng Jiéshū’s wife desperately pulled him, hiding far away, afraid of accidentally getting hurt. Yǐn Yuè felt helpless and had to lean against the wall with them, pretending to be very afraid. Luó Xiàngyuǎn and Mù Wǎn’s husband stepped forward to restrain Sòng Zhèngkūn, persuading, “Brother, brother, don’t argue with a woman.”
Old Mr. Huò shielded Little Dié in front of him, slightly covering her eyes, watching the farce with cold eyes, without any intention of stopping it. If it weren’t for these people stopping them, the two of them would probably have fought to the death.
The scene gradually came under control, with kind words and emotional guidance, the relationship between the two eased slightly, at least… if they let go, they wouldn’t start fighting again.
“Forgive me, everyone, let’s continue with the previous topic.” The butler naturally ignored the interlude that had just happened, the expression on his face was too clear.
“This is too dangerous, what does taming hunting dogs have to do with Little Dié?” Luó Xiàngyuǎn’s tone was slightly embarrassed, complaining a little.
“Don’t worry, there will be professional dog trainers accompanying everyone. This is mainly for…” The butler paused, glanced at Sòng Zhèngkūn and Qián Yíngxīn, and awkwardly continued, “…testing everyone’s patience and character.”
The two noticed the butler’s gaze and lowered their heads embarrassedly, after all, they still had some face.
Hearing that there would be professional personnel accompanying them, Luó Xiàngyuǎn pretended again, looking at Little Dié, “Ahem, so that’s how it is, it’s nothing, Little Dié, don’t be afraid, Uncle will protect you then!”
Zhèng Jiéshū’s wife rolled her eyes and shook her head, yawning, feeling a little sleepy, and eagerly asked, “What about the last day?”
The few people showed gentle smiles and said good night to Little Dié, watching Old Mr. Huò and Little Dié leave before following the butler to the elevator that went directly to the third floor. The special elevator card, close to the card reader area, a “beep!” sound rang, the elevator door closed and began to descend.
Luó Xiàngyuǎn asked in confusion, “Hey? Then how will we get down tomorrow if we don’t have an elevator card?”
“Miss Qián, if you’re afraid, I can switch rooms with you.” Yǐn Yuè carefully noticed Qián Yíngxīn’s uneasy reaction and thoughtfully suggested, looking at his room which was only a few steps away from the elevator entrance.
“No, no, thank you for your kindness, Mr. Yǐn. My room is the furthest in, which is even scarier~” Saying that, she shivered and tried to take out her phone to turn on the flashlight, but accidentally discovered…
“Damn, what kind of place is this, there’s no signal!” She stared at the phone screen, her heart pounding violently, and then raised the phone high above her head, shaking it back and forth vigorously.
This wail made the few people relax and take out their own phones one after another. The cross mark on the phones was despairing, without exception, all lost contact with the outside world. The weak black light emitted by Yǐn Yuè’s phone flashlight shone forward, the dim and yellow corridor in the depths accompanied by the flickering lights in front of the 301 door, becoming whiter and whiter, until the end could not be seen at all……

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