52: Chapter 52 What to Play

At 2:00 PM, he arrived at the hotel on time.

Check-in went very smoothly this time.

Zhao Jian got his room card and didn't delay, finding Room 409 and pushing the door open.

He was a little worried before entering.

Many hotels replace disposable items after guests check out, even if they haven't been used.

Could that bowl have been taken by the cleaning staff?

He walked into the room and went straight for the cabinet.

Fortunately, comparing it with the photo on his phone, the Cloisonné Enamel Bowl was still there, sitting inside.

He took the bowl out and put it into a black plastic bag he had prepared beforehand.

Then, he waited quietly in the room.

The front desk wouldn't mind guests coming and going, of course. But entering empty-handed and leaving immediately with something...

It would inevitably raise suspicions of theft.

If they called the police, it would be a hassle.

He waited in the room until evening before leaving with the item.

And he checked out directly.

The front desk shift had changed, and someone else was in charge.

There were no flaws.

After checking out, he walked out of the hotel.

Just as Zhao Jian breathed a sigh of relief, Wang Peng walked toward him with a peer.

It was a small world for enemies.

"Zhao Jian, you poor ghost, you don't go to work all day. What are you wandering around the city for?"

Wang Peng got angry just looking at Zhao Jian.

Clearly a pauper from a bad background who didn't work hard.

Yet Su Wanyin had somehow been possessed enough to become his girlfriend.

Even though the two had broken up, Su Wanyin still often stayed by Zhao Jian's side.

Wang Peng really wanted to ask: Why?!

"Is it any of your business? Do you live by the sea? Why are you acting like such a busybody?"

Zhao Jian didn't want to pay him much attention.

He just wanted to sell the item at the Antique Street while it wasn't too late.

Money is only safe once it's in your pocket!

Seeing Zhao Jian about to leave, Wang Peng hurriedly took out his phone and snapped a few photos.

He captured the hotel logo and Zhao Jian's face very clearly.

"Violating portrait rights is illegal," Zhao Jian said as he walked away.

Wang Peng quickly sent the photos to Su Wanyin.

Then, he deleted the photos from his album right in front of Zhao Jian.

With victory in hand, he smiled and said, "Taking a photo of an old classmate and you're so serious about it. No wonder you're poor!"

"If you're so rich, transfer me 5 million. Don't act cool if you don't have the strength."

Zhao Jian had already walked quite far by the time he finished speaking.

Even if Wang Peng wanted to argue back, Zhao Jian couldn't hear him now.

He obediently shut his mouth.

Another reason that made him give up on pestering Zhao Jian was that Su Wanyin had replied to his message.

Su Wanyin sent a question mark.

For Wang Peng, this was an unprecedented breakthrough.

Usually, when he sent caring messages, Su Wanyin would reply to them all at once at a specific time.

The interval ranged from an hour to a whole day.

He didn't expect her to reply instantly this time!

He hurriedly tapped away on his phone.

He described Zhao Jian as a playboy who spent every night in debauchery, making hotel rooms a common occurrence.

Su Wanyin sent another question mark.

She was a bit annoyed.

Although her logic told her Zhao Jian wasn't as Wang Peng described,

She still couldn't suppress the worry in her heart.

She murmured to herself, "He couldn't really be going to a hotel, could he? With that Good Older Sister of his?"

The more she thought about it, the more flustered she became.

Su Wanyin couldn't help but send Wang Peng a message: "Which hotel?"

Once Wang Peng sent the address, she rushed toward the destination.

She wanted to ask the hotel staff what time Zhao Jian went there and with how many people.

Otherwise, she wouldn't be at peace.

Zhao Jian had already taken a taxi to Antique Street by now.

Old items should naturally be sold at the old place.

The Shop Owner was just about to close up when he saw Zhao Jian.

He smiled and greeted, "Found something good again?"

He didn't ask about the source, only about the valuation.

And he was honest with all customers.

That was why Zhao Jian liked coming here.

"The item is good, but one is missing. This should be a pair. For a single one, I can only give 200,000."

200,000 was exactly the system's quote.

Not a loss.

Zhao Jian nodded and said, "Deal."

The money arrived, and he didn't stay long.

Just as he was about to hail a taxi home, his phone rang.

It was Su Wanyin.

Zhao Jian didn't say anything after answering.

On the other end of the line, Su Wanyin said seductively, "Zhao Jian, want to come out and play?"

"Play what?"

"Me."

"Not going!"

He hung up the phone, suppressing the urge to agree.

It definitely wasn't because he had overexerted himself last night and his body needed rest.

It was just too late. His mother said boys are in danger outside, and should stay away from bad women after dark.

Su Wanyin, who had been hung up on, stomped her foot hard against the ground.

Although she found out from the hotel staff that Zhao Jian checked in during the afternoon and checked out in the evening,

And that he was alone the whole time,

Which relieved her a lot,

Based on a woman's intuition, she believed Zhao Jian definitely had some little secret!

His refusal to meet this time was proof!

Zhao Jian returned home and lay on his bed without sleeping.

He remembered once again that he hadn't bought a three-piece bedding set yet!

Every time he went home, he made up his mind, but he forgot the moment he went out.

It would be better to order online.

He opened his phone to scroll through videos.

He happened to see a livestream room selling white mice.

He suddenly remembered that his King Ratsnake hadn't eaten yet.

He didn't know much about exotic pets.

He closed the video app and started searching for information on buying pet snakes.

There was a lot of information.

But not much in the same city.

Among the few recent purchase requests, he immediately saw an avatar of a cartoon character with short blue hair.

She's the one.

He sent a message to the other party, arranging a trading location and time.

He received a reply very quickly.

User 'Beating Up the Stinky Old Man' said: Library, tomorrow at noon.

Zhao Jian replied with an 'OK' emoji.

The reason he chose this person was because of the avatar.

It reminded him of Zhang Xinxin.

When the agreed location turned out to be the library,

He got an even stronger feeling that the buyer was her.

When he woke up, it was already broad daylight.

He wanted to use the facial cleanser Zhang Tao bought him, but then slapped his forehead.

He had forgotten all the skincare products and clothes he bought at Sister Tao's house.

He didn't take them.

He considered himself a thin-skinned man.

Going to her door to ask for them felt very shameful.

He decided not to bring it up and wait for Zhang Tao to ask before arranging a time to go and bring them home.

He still used soap on his face and rinsed it clean with water.

As he was wiping his face, he saw the light screen of new intelligence appear before him.

[Today's Intelligence (White): Streamer Gu Qingwu has been broadcasting for three days, and there isn't a single person in the livestream room.]

[She decided to establish a rich second-generation persona, throwing out red envelopes and buying traffic.]

[Starting tonight at 7:00 PM, the 'Qingwu Feiyang' livestream room on the Yin Fu Platform will issue 5 large red envelopes with a total value of 50,000. Each person can win a minimum of 1,000 yuan per red envelope.]

White intelligence almost always guaranteed a gain.

Since the system thought he could get it, as long as he stayed in the livestream room after seven and clicked to grab the red envelopes,

He would definitely be able to earn five thousand yuan.

It wasn't much money compared to yesterday's harvest of two hundred thousand.

This five thousand seemed insignificant.

But he was scared of being poor. Never mind five thousand for just moving his fingers,

He'd do it even if it were a zero less!

He went out to a nearby restaurant to eat Huoguo Chicken.

The taste was mediocre.

It was the first time he'd tasted such a 'demonic' flavor as adding milk to Huoguo Chicken.

When it was time to pay, the boss said in a non-local accent, "Please come again for authentic Huoguo Chicken."

Zhao Jian really wanted to ask: Where exactly is the authenticity?!