space player

Chapter 73
Carved Babu bed, ink landscape bed curtain, this ancient style... Zhao Chengping slowly closed his eyes, but several questions flashed through his mind like lightning:

This is where?

Why is there no task prompt?
What am I doing here?
I just remembered that before entering the red aperture, there was no reminder from the previous day like in the past, not even the proprietress Liang Jingjing appeared. If it wasn't for the teleportation channel appearing on the floor again, he almost thought he had made a mistake on the day.

Except for the fact that I didn't know anything about the mission when I entered Hoh Xil for the first time, I would at least be notified of what to do in other spaces.Is it because the salary is not paid on time, so the space system administrator is passive and slows down?
The complicated thoughts were interrupted by a soft and joyful voice: "Third young master, you are awake. Master, madam, the young master is awake."

The identity this time seemed pretty good. Zhao Chengping lay on the bed and breathed a sigh of relief. Remembering that he was thrown directly into the basin as soon as he passed through it last time, the identity of the young master was still very pleasant.

"The mud really can't support the wall. I'm so full of energy when I'm idle on weekdays. I said I wanted to help the family with something, but I bumped my head before I went out. I've slept until now. I don't know if it's true or just pretending." Suddenly, the shrill voice reached Zhao Chengping's ears from outside the door.

Just by hearing this voice, he knew that it was not a good thing. Zhao Chengping only felt a headache and closed his eyes weakly. It sounded like he had run into some big family. Hearing the yin and yang tone, he must be arrogant and used to it. Fortunately, he has been a flexible party B for several years, so he can still hold back his temper and let's explore the bottom first.

A string of tiny footsteps walked across the threshold from outside the door and came to the bedside: "You're already awake but you still can't get up. Why are you pretending to be a patient? Xinlan is still working with a big belly. He is so delicate..."

Wanting his wife to lie down for a while seems to be an unattainable wish, Zhao Chengping sighed in his heart, and had to open his eyes again, in front of him was a woman in her 30s, wearing a crimson cheongsam, ironed Wearing chicken nest hair, painted flaming red lips, eyeliner almost to the temples.

Judging by this appearance, it is short of having the four characters of "beautiful bitch" engraved on her forehead.All the vicious female supporting roles in TV dramas look like this, hey, this person...

Huh... this person...

Zhao Chengping, who was still calm at first, suddenly jumped up from the bed, startling the woman too: "What are you doing? You are so grown up and still flustered..."

Zhao Chengping didn't pay attention to what she was saying at all. Just now, when he wanted to explore this woman's memory and find out who she was, he suddenly discovered that in the past, he could see it with just a thought. The historical records are nowhere to be seen.

He instinctively raised his hand to touch it, and the meteorite pendant was still hanging around his neck, motionless, like an ordinary stone, or an ordinary, unattractive stone.

It's all here, you can't quit just because a stone is not working, you have to give him a chance to quit, if the task is not completed, he really doesn't know how to return to his own space.

The gauze was tightly wrapped around his head, and he raised his hand to touch the painful wound. From the woman's mouth, he seemed to hear that he injured his head while doing something.

"Where is this? Who am I?" Zhao Chengping asked a very standard first sentence of amnesiacs after waking up. As expected, the faces of the people around him changed suddenly. Mouth: "Third Young Master, Third Young Master has lost his memory."

The woman bent down, frowned, and stared straight at him: "It's such a coincidence that I lost my memory, is it just pretending? Don't want to work?"

Zhao Chengping looked at her, tried hard to see a trace of her former beauty from her heavily made-up face, convinced himself, and said: "This sister is really pretty."

The surrounding gasped again, and even the woman couldn't help but straighten her body, and stood stiffly on the spot: "It seems that I really lost my memory."

Zhao Chengping blinked, and suddenly decided to stand up. A maid hurriedly put on a dress for him. Judging from the clothes of the people around him, it should be Minguo.

Originally, the Republic of China was a chaotic time, and I don’t know if the Japanese devils have entered the village, whether Sun Dapao is in charge or Jiang Guangtou is in charge. Since I am a young master, I might be able to go to Peking University to study and meet a salary arrears The librarian, chat with him, solicit relationship.

While thinking wildly, he suddenly saw a group of people around him looking out the door at the same time, saluting in unison: "Master."

The people in the room were silent at the same time, and stood with their hands down respectfully. The visitor was about 50 to [-] years old, his gray hair was combed meticulously, and his black silk robe and mandarin jacket did not have a single wrinkle. A cane of hardwood inlaid with silver.He walked slowly, the dull sound of the cane touching the floor was the only sound in the room at this time.

"You're awake." He asked.

Zhao Chengping looked at him blankly, the man frowned, and a man dressed as a servant beside him whispered to him, "The third young master has lost his memory."

"Loss of memory?" He repeated these two words again and looked at Zhao Chengping coldly: "Do you really not know who I am?"

You just ask questions without giving any hints, which makes people very embarrassed.

Zhao Chengping shook his head.

The maid who called for people when he first woke up hurriedly tugged at his clothes: "This is the master."

Although I don't know if the master is the real father of the third young master, but each master and the other young masters must be his elders, and it is also necessary to say hello.

So, he called out respectfully: "Master."

There is no emotion in the voice, just like those primary school students who spoke without meaning in their morning reading.

Apparently that man also recognized it, he nodded: "It seems that he lost his memory."

Amnesia can be determined so easily. It seems that the third young master should not be so estranged from the way he usually gets along with the master. He waited quietly to see what the master would say.

"Since the third young master has lost his memory, let's take care of it with peace of mind, and leave everything in the account to the fourth young master." He simply said this, turned and left.

Suddenly a woman's panicked voice came from the door: "Master, master, he will be fine, please give Taiping another chance."

The man stopped and looked at her coldly: "Then tell me, when will he recover his memory?"

The woman was at a loss for words, and the coquettish slut in the room looked smug: "Third grandma, although this Pingxin account is not the largest business name of the Zhao family, it also has millions of turnover. There are so many things to do every day, so why don't we just wait for the third young master to recover his memory?" ?”

The rest of the people in the room followed the man and left, leaving only the maid in the room and the woman lying on the ground at the door.

The maid hurriedly helped the woman into the room and sat down, the woman cried that it was not the time for Zhao Chengping to be injured, and at the same time she cried for her own life.From her intermittent and repeated words, Zhao Chengping heard the following information:
The family is very rich, there are several big companies, several brothers are fighting for power, I am educated, my name is still Zhao Chengping, my mother is dead, and the crying in front of me is my adoptive mother, The adoptive mother worked hard to earn the opportunity to manage the business for herself, and as of today, she has only managed it for a month.

When listening to his adoptive mother Liu chanting back and forth for the third time, Zhao Chengping couldn't help but ask, "How did I hit my head?"

Liu's eyes suddenly flashed with hatred: "They say you accidentally bumped into a shelf in the wine cellar. This is obviously nonsense. Even if you bumped accidentally while walking, you would never hit it so hard. Even the doctor said If it wasn't for the coincidence of the collision, you would have died. Someone must be plotting against you!"

There is no camera in the wine cellar, and no one will believe the vernacular.

Zhao Chengping picked up the teapot on the table and poured half a cup of tea. When he reached the porcelain cup and was about to drink it, he found that the liquid in the white porcelain cup was a little turbid and the smell was a little pungent. He poured the liquid in the cup against the window. In the flowerpot in front of me, the green leaves in the flowerpot soon turned yellow and withered.

"Hey, I am indeed an unpopular young master. I won't even use the better quality ones when poisoning." Facing the two dumbfounded women, Zhao Chengping threw the porcelain cup on the table with infinite melancholy.

(End of this chapter)