In The Wake of Silent Promises Chapter 3

At noon, Marcus Xiao called again, and this time he started questioning.

"Why did you hang up on me this morning?"

He still felt a little unbelievable. Oliver Chen had been very obedient before this. He followed the course without any mistakes. It didn't take much effort to coax Oliver Chen into submission. He even sold his cell phone to raise money for him to buy a watch.

This was the first time that Oliver Chen had the courage to hang up the phone on him.

He originally wanted to leave Oliver Chen alone for the whole morning to let him reflect on his actions, but he didn't expect that Smith Du was busy counting the small treasury of the original owner's family all morning and didn't even think of calling him back.

Marcus Xiao had something on his mind, so he didn't dare to leave him alone for too long, so he had to call him in person to question him.

Smith Du didn't want to indulge him. He lay down on the sofa and said, "I want to work."

Marcus Xiao sneered after hearing this, "What kind of job is that? You are the only one who thinks it is a good job. Even if you work very hard, you can't make a lot of money."

[No respect for labor!] 7777 was extremely angry, [How can you insult the fruits of labor of the masses like this!]

Marcus Xiao wanted to suppress him: "You might as well quit your job and cook for me. My aunt is sick and no one has cooked for me these two days. I can't even eat well."

Young Master Du thought to himself, why don't you starve to death? But he imitated Oliver Chen's tone and asked, "Why don't you order takeout?"

"takeout?"

Marcus Xiao's voice suddenly rose, as if he was disgusted, "You want to eat something that's greasy and dirty?"

He paused, and without further ado, he made a final decision, "I'll go to your place to eat tonight. You prepare some dishes, and I'm bringing my friends over."

Smith Du asked: "What friend?"

"Why do you care so much?" Marcus Xiao said, with a tone of impatience, "You don't know them------they are all rich people!"

He hung up the phone. Smith Du held the phone tightly and sneered, "I gave him face."

And cook for him?

Smith Du glanced at the small and dark kitchen. He had no intention of going in. He lay down on the sofa and continued to ponder the diary of the original owner.

Oliver Chen had the habit of writing a diary, and the diaries he had accumulated were a thick stack. Smith Du flipped through the pages one by one, and soon saw Marcus Xiao's name in the diary.

The content is very detailed, including dietary taboos, brands of clothes often worn, small habits...

Smith Du read it carefully and memorized everything he thought was useful.

7777 was surprised to find that this host read very quickly. Such a thick diary seemed like a few thin pages to him, and he finished it in a short time.

Can you remember?

Smith Du said: [Yes.]

7777 was a little impressed. Then the next sentence was added by Second Young Master Du, "But his habits are much harder to remember than Mr. Gu's. When I was still alive, I could remember exactly how many buttons Mr. Gu wore on his clothes and how many words he said to me on which day."

He sighed slowly, his eyes far away and a little regretful, [If you had seduced me a little later...]

He might even be able to watch Mr. Gu take a few baths.

7777: [......]

I was probably a fool when I was looked at with admiration just now.

At dinner time, Marcus Xiao arrived with his people. There were five or six people in the group, all dressed up nicely, in shirts and trousers, neat from head to toe, looking like rich people.

With their sleeves rolled up, everyone wore a big, shiny round watch on their wrist.

Young Master Du had sharp eyes and could tell at a glance that the watch was a replica of Vacheron Constantin, a genuine A-grade product.

He whispered to 7777: [I'm afraid it's not a group purchase from that evil cult. The diamonds aren't even shiny, and they're not even as good as the ones sold at 998 on the TV shopping shows.]

It's still eight stars and eight diamonds after all! It also comes with a pressure cooker!

7777 actually wanted to laugh. He held back in time and said seriously: [That is false propaganda. We in socialism must tell the truth and do practical things.]

A row of fake-advertising rich and handsome men came into the house in unison, wearing leather shoes. Du Ershao counted and found that there were seven of them, seven real fakes pointing and talking at his house.

"The room is a bit small indeed."

"I can't even stretch my legs. How many bedrooms are there?"

"What is that? ------ instant coffee? Why would coffee be instant? Can't he afford a freshly ground coffee pot?"

The leader of the parallel imports was naturally Marcus Xiao, who held his head higher than the others. When he entered the room, he saw that the table was empty and Smith Du had not prepared anything, and his expression changed immediately.

"Ah Qing?" he said, "What's going on?"

Smith Du was not afraid at all, but his eyelashes drooped, and he looked somewhat obedient. He whispered: "Pingnan, this room is too small. This is the first time I meet your friend, and I am afraid of embarrassing you. How about... how about we go out to eat?"

7777: [......]

This comrade is a dramatic actor.

Marcus Xiao was pleased by his words "I'm afraid of embarrassing you", and his expression eased a lot.

"What to eat?"

He didn't worry at all that the other party had no money. Anyway, even if Oliver Chen only had one cent, he would spend it on him.

Smith Du would not treat himself badly, so he said, "How about a family in the south of the city?"

------It's also a high-end restaurant.

Marcus Xiao was suspicious: "Did you get the money from your parents?"

"No," Oliver Chen said, "I just got my salary..."

Marcus Xiao stopped caring, and the group really went to Chengnan Renjia and took a taxi. Smith Du would not stay to pay the fare, and as soon as the taxi stopped, he was the first to open the door, saying in a high-sounding manner: "Pingnan, you greet the guests, I will go to order the food first."

"Hey, hey!" Marcus Xiao shouted at him twice, but Young Master Du didn't even turn his head. Marcus Xiao had no choice but to hold his breath and give the money to the taxi driver with a sullen face.

Seven people took two cars, and the car behind them arrived soon after. Several people got out of the car, and no one was willing to pay. They opened the car door and called Marcus Xiao.

Marcus Xiao suppressed his impatience and took out a few more bills from his wallet.

"You are really capable," said one of the people in the middle, "this kid is pretty good-looking..."

They exchanged glances and laughed. Oliver Chen's face was tender, as if his body had not fully grown like an adult male, which gave him a special charm. When he was talking to Marcus Xiao just now, he lowered his head, revealing the white and soft neck at the back of his neck, which was as tender as a newly sprouted willow branch.

Marcus Xiao stuffed the wallet back and said unhappily, "Nonsense. If it weren't for this, would I have to spend so much time on him?"

They were pua, and they always paid attention to quick decisions, and they compared the number of people they pushed down. The past one or two months had been spent on Oliver Chen, and in Marcus Xiao's opinion, he already looked up to him.

Several people laughed even more deeply.

"Have you handed in your homework?"

Marcus Xiao knew they were talking about the video, which was also a rule of PUA. When they reached third base, they had to upload the video and photos to the group for everyone to watch and appreciate. But when he said this, he couldn't help but feel a little anxious, "No, he's just too busy, so he doesn't touch him much."

He didn't want to lose face in front of this group of people, so he added, "It's just this month."

"Remember to call your friends to take a look after you upload it," the man said meaningfully, "Take a complete photo, don't make it look like the last time, it's not exciting at all."

Marcus Xiao smiled and took it as an agreement.

Smith Du entered the hotel alone. He naturally didn't care what those fake people wanted to eat. He just read the names of the dishes he wanted to eat from the menu. He ordered about 27 or 28 dishes, then folded the menu and handed it to the waiter, "That's all for now."

7777 was confused by his performance and asked suspiciously: [Do you have money? ]

Smith Du slowly spread out the tablecloth.

【What a joke.】

7777 Education: [We cannot eat free meals. We cannot take even a penny from the masses...]

[No,] Du Ershao blocked Ershiba's mouth, [Don't worry.]

The meal was particularly pleasant. Smith Du behaved well throughout the meal. She listened to the seven big losers at the table bragging one after another without changing her expression. She occasionally picked up some food for Marcus Xiao, and lowered her eyebrows and looked like a little wife.

Marcus Xiao was in a much better mood, and he also had a good face towards Smith Du. He even stood up and served him a bowl of soup, "Ah Qing, eat more."

Smith Du thought to himself, hey, I've been waiting for you to say this.

He used a chicken feather as a token of approval and ate very quickly, finishing off a lot of the dishes. At the end, he wiped his mouth and took advantage of the fact that Marcus Xiao and his group of friends had not finished their third round of drinks, so Smith Du stood up and whispered, "I'll go out first."

Marcus Xiao thought he was going to pay the bill, so he nodded. Du Er Shao came out of the box and headed straight for the door without stopping.

Who cares who pays the bill? There's no way he'll be taken advantage of!

In case the waiter didn't know, Smith Du specifically instructed: "Go to the private room at the corner of the building later and find the person at the main seat to settle the bill. ------ He's the host today, so you'd better read the bill out loud in front of everyone at the table. He thinks this makes him look generous."

The waiter looked strange and took a long time to reply "OK".

Young Master Du slipped out of the door. He stood in the night breeze, feeling relaxed.

With enough food in hand, one will feel more confident. Smith Du said: [Shall we do something big?]

7777 opened his mouth and said: [No standing on the street! ]

[No,] Young Master Du said regretfully, [Let's just stand on the street, maybe we can meet a tall, rich and handsome guy.]

7777: [......]

[If I really find a tall, rich and handsome guy to elope with, Marcus Xiao will definitely be pissed off to death.] Smith Du touched his chin, [This is a shortcut.]

That scumbag can only tolerate himself causing harm to others, how could he tolerate others cheating on him?

Isn't this an insult to his masculinity?

7777: [......]

It is very strict, [self-reliance, hard work. We should be down-to-earth and resolute in doing things------]

[There are many high-end restaurants on this street.] Smith Du couldn't hear what it was saying at all. [I think we can squat in a big one.]

7777 wants to go offline.

Smith Du was right about one thing. There were indeed several high-end restaurants on this street. They stood there for a while, and luxury cars drove past one after another. Young Master Du was eager to try, full of enthusiasm.

[Wow!] His eyes lit up, [This Maybach is great!]

He looked like a hooligan, just short of whistling.

If 7777 was in human form, he would definitely go up and slap him. It said in a hateful voice: [You better restrain yourself! ]

This is a harmonious society!

Smith Du was about to say something when the door of the Maybach opened and someone got out of the car. At first glance, the long legs were very conspicuous. The man who got out of the car pursed his lips slightly, his brow bones were slightly high, and there was a faint mole on them, which made his eyes look deep and a little cold.

Young Master Du's eyes stopped moving.

7777 simply couldn't bear to look at him.

[Saliva, saliva! ]

How could the Second Young Master Du care about drooling? He stared at the man blankly and muttered: "Gu..."

7777:【? 】

"Mr. Gu!"

Smith Du's eyes were filled with strange brightness, and his whole body seemed to be suddenly illuminated by a ball of fire, with a glorious glow on his face. "Mr. Gu, it's really Mr. Gu, the kind that is alive and moving!"

7777: [......? ? 】

It hesitated for a moment and asked: [You mean Mr. Gu...]

Could he be the owner of that 200 million dollar deal that you failed to close before?

Its host could no longer hear what it was saying, and was still excited, "Twenty-Eight, you are such a good system!"

Knowing that I was obsessed with him, he actually made one for me in the mission world!

7777: [......]

Do you think this is a clay figurine that you can make just by saying so?