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South City Second-hand Computer City Second Floor

After Zhao Chuyu finished talking on the phone with Bai Lulu, they walked back to the store where the prices were relatively high.

The chubby-looking proprietress saw the masked girl coming back after answering the phone, and walked up to her with the hard drive that she had not had time to sell, her face full of smiles.

"Little sister, auntie won't charge you more. It's brand new, 150, the cheapest. The quality of the goods I purchase here is the best, and there is a three-month warranty."

This time, Zhao Chuyu didn't waste any words. He took out his phone and scanned the QR code for payment. "Okay."

The voice was deliberately devoid of charm, and was very cold, without any emotion.

The proprietress was delighted to see that the girl was so straightforward, and her smile became even brighter.

"Auntie will help you put it up now."

After all, she was running a business and was not affected by Zhao Chuyu's cold face at all. While putting the hard drive in a plastic bag, she quickly promoted her other accessories.

"Little sister, do you want to bring a keyboard? 380, this is the latest model, very easy to use, typing does not tire your hands, it is the most popular among you college students."

"There is also a wireless mouse, which costs 58 yuan each. It does not need to be plugged in, is not affected by distance at all, and does not have a long wire to drag along. You don't have to worry about it being bitten by a mouse."

"Would you like to bring a SATA data cable? This one is ten dollars for you."

The proprietress spoke at the speed of a machine gun, not giving anyone the slightest chance to refuse. Finally, when the little hand reached out, she leaned over and whispered, "Go through the front door, hurry up."

Then he deliberately chased after me and shouted loudly, "Bring a data cable, it's so cheap, but I only have it at home."

Zhao Chuyu seemed to understand something. He took the hard drive handed to him by the proprietress, turned around and left quickly without looking back.

This proprietress's shop is the first stall on the second floor. It is very conspicuous and she is the only female owner here.

This was Zhao Chuyu's second time here, so he had a relatively better understanding of the layout here.

The deeper into the shop, the less clean it is, so she never goes in deeper.

When I first followed the navigation to the first floor here in my freshman year, I witnessed a scary incident.

A naked woman ran in from the south gate on the other side of the computer city like crazy, crying and shouting.

"Help me, I was drugged and brought here, I'm not a prostitute."

There were two men in their underwear chasing after her fiercely, "Stop her! I spent 500 yuan on her, and you want to run away after just a few fucks? Dream on."

Zhao Chuyu had seen all kinds of dirty tricks, so he understood what was going on without having to think too much about it.

In order to reduce trouble and avoid putting herself in danger, she wore a mask when going out. When she encountered such a thing, she immediately stayed away and went to a street shop to spend 600 yuan to assemble a computer and took it back.

As for the woman who was sexually abused and covered in scars, she didn't know what the final outcome was.

Locals in Nancheng and those who have stayed in Nancheng for some time know that this is a "no man's land" where all kinds of people mix.

Apart from cash-strapped college students who come here to buy computer parts, the people who come here are all kinds of people and hooligans.

It’s because behind the computer city is a "red street" full of lights and wine, and all the people coming in and out are scantily clad "ladies".

This has formed a fairly large "industrial chain" locally.

There are too many "backers" behind it and the "protection umbrella" is too big, so no one can deal with it yet.

Moreover, in the South City where prices are extremely high, only here are the products the most complete and the cheapest.

There are two relatively large fruit and vegetable wholesale markets next to the Computer City. People with limited financial resources can only take the risk to come here to get bargains.

Relatively speaking, there are many people coming here from all over the world to purchase goods, so the "ladies" in the "Flower Street" have no worries about customers.

It's daytime now, and it's a weekday, so it's a little quieter than at night.

Zhao Chuyu stuffed the small hard drive into her shoulder bag and quickly walked away from this dangerous place.

Her appearance is so outstanding that even if she wears a mask to cover it, she can't guarantee that she won't be targeted by people with bad intentions.

The pace towards the bus stop was getting faster and faster, even faster than the pace he had taken to shake off the two followers.

Because she was walking so fast, she ignored the ringing cell phone in her shoulder bag.

It was not until she got on the bus back to Nanjing University that her stiff back relaxed.

The sticky feeling that felt like being stared at by a snake finally disappeared.

When she came out of the computer city, she felt a malicious gaze following her.

I can't come to this place anymore.

Maybe next time I won’t be as lucky as today.

The cell phone in her shoulder bag was still ringing. The auntie sitting on the lower right heard it and turned her head to kindly remind Zhao Chuyu.

"Girl, is your cell phone ringing? It's been ringing for a long time."

From the time the siren sounded when I got on the bus till now, the bus has already gone two stops, that's quite a long time.

Zhao Chuyu, who was called back to his senses, had sweat on his palms.

The little hand reached into the bag and took out the phone, and the note displayed on it was "Q".

It’s Qi Jinan.

He is so free today? Doesn't he need to sleep?

Fight in the morning and again in the afternoon?

If I calculated correctly, it should be around three or four in the morning over there.

I answered the call with mixed feelings, and then a cold voice with a hint of irritability came from the receiver.

"Where did you go? It took you so long to pick up."

He seemed to be smoking. The clear sound of a lighter came through the electric current, accompanied by the slight sound of him taking a puff of smoke and exhaling it.

He actually smokes?

During the week Jiang Yi stayed in the hotel, she never saw him smoke once.

I thought he was an exception and wouldn't smoke.

Zhao Chuyu realized that Qi Jinan was smoking, and subconsciously frowned, with mixed eyes.

She pursed her lips and did not respond, which made Master Qi Wu, who was far away on the other side of the ocean, even more anxious.

Especially after seeing those two "group photos", my heart felt like an ant on hot pot, and I was restless and anxious.

He could only use nicotine from cigarettes to drive away the indescribable anxiety.

But the effect is obvious and not very significant.

He casually put out the cigarette he had just taken two puffs of into the ashtray that was already full of cigarette butts, looked out the pitch-black floor-to-ceiling window, and eased the chill in his throat.

"Xiao Chuyu, can you be a little bit better?"

These words, which seemed to contain both pampering and helplessness, made Zhao Chuyu's heart tremble slightly.

The little hand tightly grasped the phone next to her ear, and she finally spoke, "I'm outside now, so it's not convenient for me to answer the phone. Sorry."

After saying this, he hung up the phone that had finally been answered.

After the call was disconnected, 12 missed calls were displayed on the screen, all from "Q".

Zhao Chuyu had a complicated expression. She turned off her phone which was ringing again and stared out the car window in a daze.

If the Qi family knew about this, they would mistakenly think that the sky was falling.

The youngest son (fifth brother/uncle), who used to be disdainful of answering the phone, actually took the initiative to make a series of fatal calls one day.

Isn’t this what they call “God has his own way, and no one can escape it”?

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