Soren Cheng in the Silk Trap Chapter 2

The staff restroom is in the back hall of Shuiyue Villa, not far from the small private rooms. It has everything you need, but it is not as luxurious as the front hall. The cubicles are very small, there is no heating, and the upper and lower hollows lack privacy.

Finn Xu gave Cheng a few jigs and pointed to the location for the third time. The latter went in and as soon as he raised his head, he saw a ghost-like figure in the mirror. He was so frightened that he almost didn't sit down on the spot.

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He covered his pounding heart and thought, oh my god, how dare I sell it when I look like this?

After taking a closer look, I discovered that it was because of the heavy makeup on her face that her complexion was pale, her eye circles were dark, and her lips looked like they were sucking blood.

He looked at himself in the mirror, and couldn't help but admire that the boy named Soren Cheng was smart, knew how to disguise, and was more psychedelic than applying oil paint. However, the aesthetic standards in their industry are too elusive. Is this because they want to make money from live customers? I want to scare people to death and just grab the bag.

There was no need to urinate, and the makeup on his face could not be washed off. He could only wash his hands roughly, and the mechanical voice was still echoing in his ears.

Soren Cheng, Soren Cheng, please answer.

Finally, Soren Cheng couldn't bear it anymore and asked, "Who are you?" while holding on to the sink.

The voice said I was the plot manager.

"who"

The plot manager is the guardian who keeps the book's plot functioning properly.

The plot begins with an eleven minute countdown.

"Book" Soren Cheng raised his head and asked, "What book?"

The book you are in.

Soren Cheng's hand slipped and his face almost hit the mirror in front of him.

He asked in shock, "Check again, I'm in the book."

right.

Soren Cheng spent a minute digesting this information. In fact, he was a very smart person, but he was limited to areas he was familiar with. But then again, he has accepted that he is resurrected from the dead and comes out to sell his B*tt in fishnet stockings. Why can't he accept that the place he is in is a book?

But he hasn't prepared to wear books in advance.

I have prepared to become a prince in Inner Mongolia. Is there any shortage of princes there? Outer Mongolia is also fine. He can sing Ulaanbaatar's Night.

"what book"

The answer to the question is postponed, and the plot begins with a ten-minute countdown. You have to go back, and your role must be in place.

Soren Cheng said, "I don't. Please explain yourself clearly."

The administrator has made it very clear that the administrator is not your mentor, the administrator is only responsible for the normal operation of the plot.

"Your uncle." Soren Cheng continued to wash his hands, unmoved.

It's the administrator, not the uncle. The countdown to the plot begins at nine minutes. Return to your position.

Soren Cheng smiled, propped himself up on the sink and said, "I mean Fcuk you, sir. If there's a plot, send someone else there, and I won't go anyway."

The administrator does not have permission to talk to other people. For other people, this is the real world. You are an alien in this world and can only receive information.

This sentence made Soren Cheng's heart skip a beat. He stared at the mirror and asked, "I'm so important. Am I the protagonist?"

no.

"supporting role"

Nor does it count.

Soren Cheng asked, "Then what role am I?"

There should be nothing worse in the world than for a good, dignified and pure young man to wake up and find that he has switched to the flesh business.

The plot manager said that you are a small character who is insignificant, inconsequential, irrelevant to the overall situation, dispensable, inadequate, and lighter than a feather. In other words, anyone can replace you.

Countdown to eight minutes and thirty seconds.

As soon as Soren Cheng hit his head on the sink

He said angrily, "You brought me all the way here just to be an extra, and you used so many idioms to show off."

You have five lines involving the main character.

"That's an extra, too." Soren Cheng angrily picked up a handful of water and pushed down the hair that was stiff from too much hair wax.

You're an accident, and the plot manager doesn't know why you appear here.

Soren Cheng stroked his hair and said, "I don't have a father. My mother is lying in the hospital and is dying. I worked as a doctor for my mother. My life experience is so miserable, but I'm just a walk-on."

Your character backgrounds are all randomly generated. There are hundreds of characters with dialogues in this book. Your affairs are too detailed for the plot manager to take care of.

Soren Cheng said, "Comrade administrator, please stay away from me. I'm quitting. I'll go back to Inner Mongolia later."

Countdown to seven minutes.

Countdown to six minutes and fifty seconds.

Countdown to six minutes and forty seconds.

The countdown is six minutes and thirty seconds, please get your characters into position quickly.

Countdown to six minutes and twenty seconds.

Soren Cheng said, "Go away, I really don't want to do this, I want to leave."

You have nowhere to go. No matter where you come from, you already belong to this world. Please keep the plot running normally and count down for six minutes and ten seconds.

Soren Cheng said, "It's too hard to be an unsung hero who doesn't care about personal gains and losses. I'm insignificant anyway. Find someone to replace me."

Administrators do not have the right to replace characters. In addition, you have a conversation with the protagonist today and must be present.

Countdown to six minutes.

Soren Cheng raised his eyebrows and said six minutes, okay, then I'll squat in a large size and make sure it's more than six minutes.

The administrator must keep the plot running, the administrator will not give up easily, and the administrator has an emergency plan.

"Fcuk you, uncle."

Soren Cheng looked at his own appearance in the mirror. The more he looked dead, the more uncomfortable he became, so he began to remove the heavy makeup from his face.

At this time, a man suddenly broke into the bathroom, grabbed his arm and shouted, "Oh, Cheng Cheng, why are you hiding here so that I can find it easily?"

Soren Cheng turned around and saw a man about thirty-five years old standing behind him.

The man was of medium height, with fashionable and neat hair, meticulous clothing, and a slightly anxious expression.

"Who are you?" Soren Cheng asked

The other party said, "You brat, don't ask for a beating. I only kept you for Finn Xu's sake. If you keep pretending to be crazy and acting like a fool, you won't be able to get back and just walk away."

Although the words were spoken rudely, the tone was not that unpleasant, somewhere between being really angry and joking.

Soren Cheng lowered his head and saw his name tag, which read Deputy General Manager Carter Zhiwen.

"Manager" Soren Cheng asked.

The man said, "What a B@st@ard manager! Who doesn't know that I'm your father? Come on, I'll be waiting for you."

Soren Cheng was dragged out of the bathroom by him and had to ask "Where are we going?"

"Go and see Mr. Qi"

"What is Mr. Qi?"

Manager Carter, who calls himself dad, said, "Wow, the big sponsor."

Soren Cheng immediately put on a disgusted face. Unfortunately, the makeup was too heavy, so the other party not only didn't see it, but also misunderstood the meaning.

"Be happy," Manager Carter, "look how happy you are. Although Mr. Qi doesn't come here often, he is the most powerful customer of our Shuiyue Villa. He can't be currying favor with others even if they want to."

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"Don't be too happy too early, that man is difficult to take care of, but it's good to become familiar with him."

Soren Cheng rolled his eyes.

Manager Carter couldn't help but come to pull him away again. Although Soren Cheng was reluctant, he was still pulled away.

The administrator whispered in his ear that the plot was back on track.

Countdown to four minutes.

Manager Carter talked a lot and spoke so fast that Soren Cheng could not get in a sentence and only caught the last sentence.

"Just listen to me. I will take you into Mr. Qi's private room later. You must have a look."

"What does it mean to have a wink?" Soren Cheng asked.

"Stand behind me and don't say anything, don't move, until I introduce you to him, you can say hello to Mr. Qi. When you say this, be sweeter, sweeter, and better, and don't speak loudly. "

Soren Cheng said, "Why should I?"

Manager Carter stopped, turned around and said seriously, "He is generous with his moves, has great skills, is handsome, and can crush you to death like an ant."

Soren Cheng laughed. Others cannot guarantee that, physically speaking, it is not easy to crush him to death. What a large mammal it must be.

"Don't laugh," Manager Carter scolded, "It's so ugly and cheap."

Soren Cheng put down his face and asked, "Can I not go? I'm afraid he will crush me to death."

Besides, what's the matter with Qi, a man with a great talent and a good job? He's straight, with thoroughfares and smooth roads, and a man roping a horse galloping on top of him.

"It's okay, just listen to me in everything." Manager Carter lowered his voice and said, "Don't talk from now on. The third floor is almost here."

Countdown to two minutes and forty seconds.

The plot manager was probably happy with his emergency response.

Manager Carter didn't look very strong, but he had a lot of strength to pull him. Soren Cheng was pulled all the way by him and couldn't break free. He lowered his head and looked at it and realized that his body was thin, with slender wrists and ankles. No wonder even though he was a man, he wore Fishnet stockings are not ugly.

In fact, it is okay to just throw him away, but Soren Cheng knows what is good and does not want to embarrass well-intentioned people, such as the nagging but friendly Finn Xu, and the Manager Carter in front of him.

If it were the weird person sitting at the door just now, Soren Cheng might have punched him.

The corridor on the third floor is luxurious and quiet. The chandelier above the head is sparkling with crystal, the wall coverings on both sides are silky and lustrous, and the carpet under the feet is thick and dense, making no sound when stepped on.

Shuiyue Villa is located in Shuiyue Mountain, a small mountain in the western suburbs of Hongcheng. It is a high-end club in Hongcheng. It has a construction area of   about 30,000 square meters and has four large and small buildings. They are all hidden among the tall and lush trees. The mountain wind blows and the pines are vast. The green peaks are vast and quiet.

Most of the time during the day, it is quieter than a cemetery. When night falls, luxury cars file in one after another.

Manager Carter took Soren Cheng up the spare stairs to the third floor. When he opened the fire door, he saw the room at the end of the corridor.

"There are five private rooms on the third floor." Manager Carter introduced in a low voice, "Master Qi only uses room 388. Whenever we know he is coming, we don't book the other four private rooms because he doesn't like to meet people. "

Soren Cheng's curiosity overcame his disgust, and he decided to follow this boring man with the surname Qi first.