Not sure if it was because he had just cut his hair, but as He Li walked down the road, he felt the sunlight on his scalp, a burning sensation, and a slight itch.
He Li scratched his head and asked Bai Fei, who was accompanying him to buy cold drinks,
"Brother Fei, is your scalp getting sunburned?"
"Huh?" Bai Fei glanced at He Li, took off his baseball cap, and put it on He Li's head.
"This way, it won't get sunburned."
He Li was stunned for a moment, then after some hesitation, said, "Thank you, Brother Fei."
"It's nothing, why are you being so polite with me?" Bai Fei waved his hand dismissively.
"Brother Fei, why do you wear a hat when you go out? You didn't used to."
"Oh... this was a souvenir I bought a few years ago when I went to France. I found it last night while tidying up my room, put it aside, and since the sun was quite strong just now, I decided to wear it."
"Brother Fei, you've been to France?"
"Yes."
"Did you go to the Louvre?"
"I did."
"How was it? Did it have any particular features?"
"Nothing special. It was built like the Harbin Pharmaceutical Group Factory No. 6, with all sorts of three-wheeled carts and rickshaws outside."
He Li was bewildered. What the heck was the Louvre like the Harbin Pharmaceutical Group Factory No. 6? What were three-wheeled carts and rickshaws?
Bai Fei pondered for a moment, then added, "You'll know when you have the chance to go there yourself someday."
He Li nodded, half-believing, half-doubting. He still couldn't believe the Louvre could be compared to the Harbin Pharmaceutical Group Factory No. 6.
The two chatted idly, bought their cold drinks, and returned to the Spirit Management Association.
He Li took off the hat and handed it to Bai Fei.
Bai Fei pushed it back and smiled, "It's for you. I think it's some kind of brand, but I don't really understand."
"This is your souvenir. Besides, I don't wear hats often," He Li said.
"It's fine, just play with it," Bai Fei smiled.
Bai Fei stepped into the elevator and held the door open, looking at He Li, "Are you planning to take the stairs?"
He Li put the baseball cap back on his head and walked into the elevator. He smiled at Bai Fei, who was carrying six cups of cold drinks. To be honest, Bai Fei was the only person he felt comfortable being around.
He Li pursed his lips and smiled slightly.
Susan needed something from him, Sister Jiang had monitored him, Tao Xue was afraid of him, and Min Liang didn't approach him much.
Only Bai Fei, who was originally taciturn, had become more talkative after He Li joined and teamed up with him.
It wasn't that he had changed Bai Fei, but that Bai Fei wanted to include him in the Spirit Management Association.
He Li's thoughts drifted back to their conversation in front of the bomb crater in Biancheng. He hesitated, then glanced at Bai Fei.
"Brother Fei, I've decided to..."
Ding!
The elevator arrived.
As Bai Fei stepped out, he turned back to look at He Li, confused, "What did you say?"
He Li paused, then shook his head, "Nothing." He then flicked the brim of the cap with his finger and said with a sheepish grin, "Thank you for the gift."
"Heh... I'm glad you like it. Let's go, I'll make you a non-alcoholic cocktail."
"Oh? Are there non-alcoholic cocktails?"
"Yes, today I'll make you a 'Summer Sunset,' a mix of orange juice, cranberry juice, and lemon juice."
"Isn't that just a mixed fruit juice?"
"Well... you could say that, it's pretty much the same. Hope you don't get an upset stomach, haha..."
"Do Spirit Warriors get upset stomachs that easily?"
"You never know."
In the afternoon, as a few people were drinking at the bar,
Sister Jiang, holding a tablet, suddenly exclaimed, "The Spirit Management Association is sending people to Death Island in the North Atlantic again. This time it's three members of the Hunter team."
As Sister Jiang finished speaking, everyone looked at Susan, who was already half-drunk.
"Death Island?"
Susan squinted, put down her wine glass, and rubbed her forehead. After thinking for a long time, she suddenly asked, "What's on Death Island?"
Damn it!
That was the collective thought of everyone present.
If you don't know, how can we know?
"Oh, I remember now, Death Island has..."
Everyone looked at Susan expectantly.
Susan met their expectant gazes and said solemnly, "Death Island has... Death!"
Damn it!
Everyone deflated, and went back to drinking.
*Thud.* Susan passed out, slumped over the bar, letting out soft snores.
Bai Fei walked out from behind the bar, picked up Susan, and carried her into the office.
Seeing this scene, He Li's face immediately lit up with gossip, his eyes burning with curiosity.
"Brother Fei, do you like the captain?"
"Right? Right? Right! Right!"
Sister Jiang and the other two looked at He Li and shook their heads helplessly. Such a gossipy grown man, what a decline in morals...
No one answered He Li, but they were all counting the seconds, calculating how long Bai Fei would be out. If it exceeded three minutes, they would leave the 34th floor...
*Creak...*
The office door closed, but to everyone's disappointment, Bai Fei actually walked out.
He Li pouted, thinking: Boring!
He Li and Tao Xue left the Spirit Management Association and went to their respective cars.
He Li watched the luxury sports car drive into the traffic, and the gossip fire in his eyes reignited. Because when he saw Bai Fei pick up Susan, he noticed a hint of disappointment in Tao Xue's eyes.
Her slightly lowered gaze suggested she didn't want to see the person she liked holding another woman.
Her slightly furrowed brow expressed anger towards Bai Fei and dissatisfaction with her own timidity.
"Tsk tsk tsk..."
He Li made a clicking sound with his tongue and murmured softly, "Before I came, there were only about two and a half couples here, and yet you can still form a love triangle. It's truly amazing."
He Li went to the Dadong vegetable market again, bought some vegetables, and chatted with the stall owner selling green onions. The ownership of the Dadong vegetable market had been sold. Because the Zhang family had all died, the few directors fought over the company, which had now fragmented. The Dadong vegetable market was also sold and converted into money, which was then divided among one of the directors.
He Li thought of Zhang Qining, the girl who wanted to introduce him to a job and had a crush on him. A tragic family had led to a tragic life. If only her family wasn't so wealthy.
He Li shook his head. Where in the world were there so many "if onlys"? He drove to his apartment building, got out of the car, and entered the unit door. Damn it, the walls that had been freshly painted last week were already covered with small advertisements again.
Locksmith - Lock Change: 133........
Da Fa Cai Moving: 199........
CET-4/6 Guaranteed Pass: 187......... ps: Strength surpasses all competitors on this wall!
But they couldn't compete with "Professional Dredging," as 90% of the entire building's advertisements were for professional dredging.
He pressed the elevator button. A scantily clad woman stood in the elevator, very bold, full of extreme pursuit of art. She was a woman who understood men.
Seeing that she had no intention of getting off the elevator, He Li directly entered the elevator and pressed his floor.
He Li discreetly observed the woman through the reflection of the elevator door. Her figure was average, her face pretty, her long hair straight, thick, and black. The perfume she exuded made one want to sniff it more. Walking down the street, her回头率 (rate of people turning their heads) would definitely be over 80%.
He Li turned to look at the woman and couldn't help but nod, giving a very professional affirmation.
This figure,
This appearance,
This smile,
This scent,
It would have been great if she hadn't died.
...