hooklinebooks Chapter 87 Get on the bus first
Chapter 87 Get on the bus first
Chapter 87 Get on the Bus First (Please Read On)
New York, USA.
Warm yellow light shone from the attic of a gray-white house on the second floor.
The girl, wrapped in a thick fleece-lined pajama, huddled in the swivel chair in front of the desk.
On her table lay half a bag of potato chips, a cup of hot cocoa, and a laptop with its screen glowing.
The scene from "The Lion King" was showing Simba climbing Pride Rock, and the girl was watching intently, her cheeks puffed out as she munched on potato chips, a few crumbs stuck to the corner of her mouth.
The laptop suddenly made a coughing sound.
The girl frowned, reached out and pressed the space bar to pause the video.
In the bottom right corner of the screen, an avatar is flashing.
[Inner Fish is finished: Heroine, are you there?]
The girl was stunned for a moment.
She stared at the username for two seconds, a slight smile unconsciously creeping onto her lips, which she quickly suppressed.
What a terrible username.
What a terrible nickname.
She sat up straight, pushed the bag of chips aside, placed her hands on the keyboard, hovered for a moment, and began typing.
Hyacinth: Don't call me a heroine, it sounds awful.
Hyacinth: What do you want from me?
After sending it, she hummed twice, leaned back in her chair, crossed her arms, and stared at the screen.
The dialog box was silent for a few seconds.
[Inner Fish is finished: Here's the thing, my friend made a website involving internet creativity, but it's difficult to monetize in China, so he wants to try overseas channels.]
The girl blinked, then blinked again.
What is she saying? Does she seem like the kind of person who can handle this kind of thing?
Just as the girl was about to type a reply, a new message popped up in the chat box.
[Inner Fish is finished: But I don't know much about the law in this area, nor am I clear about the relevant procedures. Would it be convenient for you to find a lawyer in your area and give me their contact number?]
So it was just gathering information... The girl breathed a sigh of relief, but also felt underestimated.
Her cheeks puffed out slightly, and her fingers tapped rapidly on the keyboard.
[Hyacinth: If you just need to find a lawyer, you can Google it yourself.]
The message from the other end popped up quickly.
[The fish is done: This is the only way. I trust local channels more than online betting.]
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[The insider is done: If you or your elders are willing to help me, I can offer a commission. There will be another commission after the job is done.]
The girl blinked, her gaze falling on the word "commission," feeling a mixture of fear and excitement.
No one can resist the joy of making money, not even minors.
The girl bit her lip and thought for a moment. Anyway, it was just about finding a lawyer; it wasn't about doing anything illegal.
There is no risk involved, and it requires no effort whatsoever; it's just running errands and relaying messages.
If I remember correctly, there's an international law firm on Greenview Street.
"," the girl murmured to herself, her eyes lighting up.
[Hyacinth: How much are you planning to pay?]
After sending it, she felt she might have been too proactive, making her seem desperate for money, so she quickly added:
[Hyacinth: I was just curious, just asking casually.]
The dialog box was silent for a few seconds.
[The internal fish is finished: Consultation fee of $500. If a deal is reached, an additional $5000 will be paid.]
The girl's pupils dilated slightly, and her breathing became rapid.
Although she is not short of money, $5000 is not a small amount.
That's enough to pay for most state university tuition for a year; enough for a spontaneous luxury trip; enough to even buy a used car!
She took a deep breath, trying to appear calm, but her fingers typed much faster than before:
Hyacinth: Let me ask for you first.
[The fish is done: Thank you, heroine]
The girl pouted and typed angrily:
[Hyacinth: If you call me "heroine" again, I won't help you!]
[Inner Fish is done: Okay, Ms. Hyacinth]
The girl snorted and didn't correct her anymore.
She ran downstairs with a "thump, thump, thump," the wooden stairs creaking rapidly beneath her feet.
In the living room, a beautiful woman was sitting on the sofa flipping through a magazine when she heard a noise. She looked up and her eyes followed the figure that darted out from the stairwell.
"Where to?"
The beautiful woman's voice was soft and her tone was languid.
The girl had already rushed to the entrance, one arm tucked into her coat sleeve, the other hand rummaging through her canvas shoes on the shoe rack: "I have something to do outside."
The beautiful woman put down her magazine, tilted her head, and looked at her: "What is it?"
The girl's fingers paused for a moment.
She squatted down to tie her shoelaces, her head hanging low, revealing a section of her fair nape, and said in a muffled voice, "Buy books."
The beautiful woman frowned and asked, "What book?"
The girl tied her shoelaces, stood up, grabbed the scarf from the hook in the entryway, and wrapped it around her neck with a smooth, effortless movement.
She turned her face and smiled at the beautiful woman.
The beautiful woman looked at her daughter's innocent face, her lips twitched slightly, but she didn't say anything, only instructing her, "Be careful."
The girl's lips curled up, she hummed in agreement, opened the door, and rushed out like the wind.
The door closed behind me.
The beautiful woman shook her head, picked up the magazine again, and turned to a page.
A mid-to-high-end hotel in Shanghai.
Lin An closed his laptop and said to Doraemon, who was sitting cross-legged at the foot of the bed reading comics, "This matter must be kept secret. Do not tell anyone, including those around us."
Doraemon tilted his head, puzzled, and asked, "Didn't your family tell you?"
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"...especially don't tell them," Lin An emphasized.
Doraemon blinked, didn't ask why, and just nodded.
He closed the comic book, a hint of worry in his voice: "Are people online reliable? What if I get scammed?"
Was he traumatized by being robbed? Lin An couldn't help but chuckle, picked up his phone from the bedside table, and swiped his finger across the screen twice.
"It was just a consultation."
He comforted her, saying, "The loss is only $500."
Doraemon didn't say anything.
He knew that Lin An was now very rich and had a lot of points.
Lin An kept scrolling through the text messages on his phone.
The first one is Zhang Hua's.
You handle this yourself; I'm on vacation.
The other one is Chang Jihong's.
We have too many projects lately and are short-staffed. You could try asking at the Shanghai Theatre Academy.
The third one is Ji Tao's.
What's your rush? The company isn't even registered yet! Submit the script for review first!
Refuse.
Refuse.
I still refused.
Lin An slammed his phone face down on the table, gritting his teeth as he said, "A bunch of heartless bastards!"
Doraemon looked up at his sullen face and asked, puzzled, "You've run into trouble again?"
Lin An thought for a moment and then explained that Gao Yuanyuan was unable to participate in the film, which prevented the film from starting.
He sighed, "I plan to submit the film to the Cannes Film Festival in May, so I have to shoot and edit it as soon as possible."
Doraemon said, "How can you film it if it hasn't passed censorship?"
Lin An pursed his lips and said, "Let's get in the car first. As long as no one says anything, who will know when I turned on the phone?"
A DV film, not intended for theatrical release, and with a science fiction theme, has virtually no chance of being rejected.
Doraemon was speechless again.
He discovered that someone really enjoyed doing things that challenged the rules.
Lin An then looked at Doraemon and asked curiously, "Will there be any gadgets in the future that can heal people remotely?"
Doraemon rolled his eyes. "No!"
He picked up the comic book again and said absentmindedly, "You can treat it yourself secretly, as long as you don't get caught."
Lin An blinked, then straightened up, his eyes lighting up: "That's right, how come I didn't think of that?" He realized he was too kind-hearted and had no criminal tendencies whatsoever.
Doraemon was taken aback, his eyes widening as he asked, "Are you serious?"
Lin An glanced sideways and retorted, "Do you have a better method?"
Doraemon opened his mouth, hesitated for a moment, and finally sighed deeply.
Lin Yi was indeed right.
That person just can't seem to stop; they're either causing trouble or on their way to causing trouble!
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