sinovels Chapter 146 Strange Things
Chapter 146 Strange Things
Chapter 147 Strange Things
the next day.
Shortly after nine o'clock in the morning, there was a knock on the hotel room door.
Yu Zhen is still fast asleep.
Last night, my golden retriever took me out for a crazy time until most of the night, and we didn't get back to the hotel until 3 a.m.
"Who is it?" Yu Zhen was still awake in his hazy sleep, but the knocking continued, so he shouted.
He instinctively shouted in Chinese.
From outside the door came a response in fluent English.
And judging from her voice, she should be a relatively young woman.
"I'm still sleeping, wait half an hour!" Upon hearing the woman outside the door introduce herself, saying that Big Golden Retriever had arranged for her to bring some materials, Yu Zhen didn't open the door for her and casually dismissed her.
Golden Retriever, you've been a bit ungrateful for what you've done.
Knowing that everyone played so late last night, why send someone over with materials so early in the morning? What kind of crappy materials are you in such a hurry for? What kind of crappy materials are you? They're not even as good as a good night's sleep to wake me up!
The woman outside the door received his response, and her voice sounded rather aggrieved and helpless. But she still turned and left.
This made Yu Zhen secretly breathe a sigh of relief.
Speaking of last night, I don't know how, but Big Golden Retriever took me to another area of the manor. At first, we chatted casually about music composition, and I think I had "inspired" a song from the movie *Titanic*. The song immediately stunned Big Golden Retriever and the others. Then we drank some sake and other beverages, and then—
Yu Zhen lay back on the bed, his thoughts wandering aimlessly.
Damn it, despite all the precautions, it still happened by accident—most likely something was added to the sake I drank, otherwise I wouldn't have gone crazy like that later, right?
How did I end up falling for this trap?
Mom, I can't remember exactly what happened. My mind is a complete blank. It feels like a dream, yet also like reality.
What exactly happened?
I really can't remember it very clearly.
Furthermore, it's unknown whether the Golden Retriever went further in that situation, taking the opportunity to leave behind any video or other evidence.
I'm so annoyed!
"Damn foreigners, you blondie, have you already started to mutate, going to great lengths and using every trick in the book to infiltrate the real upper echelons of North America?"
It's impossible for me to fall asleep again.
Despite the severe headache, he lay down for a while longer, trying to recall the events of the previous night. However, he still couldn't remember them completely and clearly, so he had to give up on this futile effort.
I got up and took a quick shower.
While taking a shower, I took the opportunity to carefully examine my entire body.
It's strange. There don't seem to be any scary or exaggerated marks on my body, but why do those bizarre images keep flashing through my mind?
"Ring ring ring ring————"
I had just finished showering when the landline in the hotel room suddenly rang.
Yu Zhen picked up the phone. "Hello, who is this?"
"Xiao Yu, are you still asleep? The lady Mr. Tang Chuan arranged to deliver the contract materials has been here for ages. What's wrong with you? Is something the problem?"
The call was from Zhang Fushi, who seemed very concerned about Yu Zhen.
Moreover, it was clear from Zhang Fushi's tone that he was ready to come upstairs to check on the situation at any moment if Yu Zhen showed any discomfort or dissatisfaction.
Yu Zhen was surprised. "Uh, I was just taking a shower. By the way, Brother Zhang, are you with Director Qin? You two seem to be doing well—"
I originally wanted to ask directly if the two of them had any "aftereffects" whatsoever, and whether they had experienced any physical discomfort from the Golden Retriever's enthusiastic hospitality last night.
When it came time to say it, he cautiously held back and expressed himself tactfully.
As expected, Vice-Director Zhang failed to grasp the hidden meaning in his words. "We were together, just had breakfast. Director Qin is currently coordinating the itinerary for the other members of the delegation. Unfortunately, Mr. Tang's private secretary, unable to reach you directly, indirectly came to me to badmouth you! Alright, you'd better get ready and come downstairs quickly! After all, this involves a $1 million CD record collaboration contract between you and Tang Jinmao; the matter is of great importance and cannot be taken lightly—"
Yu Zhen put down the phone.
My mind still feels blank for a while, and I can't fill it.
It's strange. Judging from Zhang Fushi's response on the phone, it seems that nothing excessive happened during the time the three of them were entertained by the golden retriever last night. So why do I still have those lingering images in my mind?
What's more, it's an incredibly strange scene where he's fighting multiple golden-haired female ghosts all by himself.
Who could possibly force such a memory fragment into their own brain?
I quickly got dressed and went downstairs.
Upon arriving at the second-floor restaurant, Zhang Fushi was sitting at a table with a stunning young woman. Seeing him approach, she immediately waved to him from afar.
The blonde woman quickly stood up. She was over 0 meters tall, dressed in a classic office lady style, and her ambition was on full display. Tsk tsk, even though they were still more than ten meters apart, Yu Zhen felt like his gaze had instantly turned into that of Hu Fei's enemy, as if he was about to fall into a trap.
"Hi, dear Yu, how are you?~~"
"I'm not good at all!" Yu Zhen was very uncouth, ignoring the fair and delicate hand that the blonde woman had reached out to him. He quickly passed by her and walked up to Zhang Fushi, briefly blocking the blonde woman's view with his back.
Then, he gave Zhang Fushi several winks.
The implication was practically a direct question: "How can you bear to sit face-to-face with a woman like this so early in the morning?!"
Meanwhile, they observed Zhang Fushi's complexion to see if he looked mentally exhausted with dark circles under his eyes.
The result was that there was nothing at all. Old Zhang looked perfectly fine, still the energetic middle-aged man he always was. However, when he met Yu Zhen's surprised and strange gaze, he was completely baffled. "Little Yu, what's wrong with you? What happened?"
Old Zhang spoke in a soft, Wu dialect, a Shanghai dialect, clearly startled by Yu Zhen's strange behavior after his arrival, realizing that Yu Zhen must have encountered something unusual.
Yu Zhen became increasingly strange and responded in Shanghainese, "It does seem a bit bad. I'm having a lot of memories in my head about the three of us going out last night and messing around with several foreign women—uh, I suspect that someone has put some kind of curse on me—"
Zhang Fushi's eyes widened instantly, and he almost jumped up. Fortunately, he realized that there were many people around, so he suppressed his impulsive reaction. "Don't panic, deal with the people Tang Jinmao sent first, and we'll talk about it later—"