The staff restroom is located in the back hall of Shuiyue Villa, not far from the private rooms. It has everything you need, but it is not as luxurious as the front hall. The cubicles are very small, there is no heating, and there are hollow cutouts on the top and bottom, which makes it less private.
Lele pointed out the location to Cheng Ji (ji, third tone). The latter went in and just as he looked up, he saw a ghost-like figure in the mirror. He was so scared that he almost sat down on the spot!
"… "
He covered his pounding heart and thought: Oh my god, how dare he sell himself when he looks like this!
Upon closer inspection, I realized that it was because of the heavy makeup on her face, which resulted in her pale skin, dark circles under her eyes, and lips that looked like they were sucking blood.
He looked at himself in the mirror and couldn't help but admire the boy named Cheng Ji: he was smart, knew how to disguise himself, and was more psychedelic than oil paint! But the aesthetic standards of their industry were too hard to figure out. Was he trying to make money from the customers? Or was he trying to scare them to death and then snatch their bags
He didn't feel like peeing and couldn't wash off the makeup on his face, so he could only wash his hands roughly, the mechanical voice still echoing in his ears.
—Cheng Ji, Cheng Ji, please answer.
Finally, Cheng Ji couldn't stand it anymore, and leaned on the sink and asked, "Who are you?"
The voice said: I am the plot manager.
"who?"
—The plot manager is the guardian who ensures the normal operation of the plot of this book.
—Eleven minutes to go before the plot begins.
"Book?" Cheng Ji looked up and asked, "What book?"
—The book you are in.
Cheng Ji's hand slipped and his face almost hit the mirror in front of him.
He asked in surprise, "Confirm again, am I in the book?"
-right.
Cheng Ji took a minute to digest this information. He was actually a very smart man, but he was limited to the areas he was familiar with. But then again, he had already accepted that he was resurrected from the dead and was selling his ass in fishnet stockings. Why couldn't he accept that he was in a book
But he hadn’t prepared for the book about traveling through time and space!
… I have prepared to be a prince in Inner Mongolia. Are there still princes in need there? Outer Mongolia is also fine. He can sing Ulaanbaatar Night.
"What book?"
—The question will be answered later. The plot will begin with a ten-minute countdown. You have to go back and your role must be in place.
Cheng Ji said, "I don't. Please explain clearly."
—The administrator has made it very clear that the administrator is not your mentor, the administrator is only responsible for the normal operation of the plot.
"Fuck you." Cheng Ji continued to wash his hands, unmoved.
—I am the administrator, not the boss. The plot begins with a nine-minute countdown. Return to your position.
Cheng Ji smiled, propped himself on the sink and said, "I mean fuck you. If there's a plot, send someone else. I'm not going anyway."
—Administrators do not have the authority to talk to other people. For other people, this is the real world. You are an alien in this world, so you can receive information.
This sentence made Cheng Ji's heart beat fast. He stared at the mirror and asked, "I am so important, am I the protagonist?"
-no.
"supporting role?"
—Not really.
Cheng Ji asked: "Then what role am I?"
There could be nothing worse in the world than a dignified and pure young man waking up one day to find himself engaged in the sex trade.
The plot manager said: You are an insignificant, unimportant, irrelevant to the overall situation, dispensable, not a threat, and lighter than a feather. In other words, anyone can replace you.
—Countdown to eight minutes and thirty seconds.
Cheng Ji hit his head on the sink!
He was furious and said, "You brought me all the way here just to make me an extra, and you even used so many idioms to show off?"
—You have five lines involving the main character.
"They are also extras!" Cheng Ji angrily scooped up a handful of water and pressed down the hair on his head that had become stiff due to too much hair wax.
—You are an accident, and the plot manager doesn't know why you are here.
Cheng Ji stroked his hair and said, "I don't have a father, my mother is lying in the hospital dying, I sold my body to treat her, my life is so miserable, and I am just a supporting actor?"
—Your character background is randomly generated. There are hundreds of characters with lines in this book. Your story is too trivial for the plot manager to take care of.
Cheng Ji said, "Comrade administrator, please stay away from me. I quit this job. I will go back to Inner Mongolia soon."
…
—Seven minutes left.
—Countdown six minutes and fifty seconds.
—Countdown six minutes and forty seconds.
—Countdown is six minutes and thirty seconds, please take your positions quickly.
—Countdown six minutes and twenty seconds.
Cheng Ji said, "Go away, I really don't want to do this, I want to leave."
-You have nowhere to go. No matter where you come from, you already belong to this world. Please keep the plot running normally. The countdown is six minutes and ten seconds.
Cheng Ji said: "It's too difficult to be an unknown hero who doesn't care about personal gains and losses. I'm insignificant anyway, so find someone to replace me!"
—Administrators do not have the authority to replace roles. In addition, you have a conversation with the protagonist today and must be present.
—Six minutes left.
Cheng Ji raised his eyebrows and said, "Six minutes, right?" Okay, then I'll take a big dump, and I guarantee it will take more than six minutes.
—The administrator must keep the plot running. The administrator will not give up easily. The administrator has an emergency plan.
"Fuck you."
Cheng Ji observed himself in the mirror and felt more and more uncomfortable with his lifeless appearance, so he began to remove the heavy makeup on his face.
At this moment, a man suddenly broke into the bathroom, grabbed his arm and shouted, "Hey, Cheng Cheng, why are you hiding here? It's so hard for me to find you!"
Cheng Ji turned around and saw a man about thirty-five years old standing behind him.
The man was of medium height, with stylish and neat hair, meticulously dressed, and a slightly anxious expression.
"Who are you?" Cheng Ji asked
The other party said, "Don't ask for a fight, you little brat. I only let you stay here for Lele's sake. If you keep acting crazy and stupid, you'll be in big trouble!"
Although the words were spoken impolitely, the tone was not that harsh, and was somewhere between being really angry and being a joke.
Cheng Ji looked down and saw his name tag, which read: Deputy General Manager, Zhou Zhiwen.
"Manager?" Cheng Ji asked.
The man said, "Manager, what the hell! Everyone knows I'm your dad! Come on, I'm waiting for you."
Cheng Ji was dragged out of the bathroom by him and had no choice but to ask, "Where are you going?"
"Go see Master Qi!"
"What is it, Mr. Qi?"
Manager Zhou, who called himself the father, said: "He is a big money man."
Cheng Ji immediately made a disgusted face, but unfortunately her makeup was too heavy, so the other party not only didn't notice it, but also misunderstood her meaning.
"Are you happy?" Manager Zhou said, "Look how happy you are! Although Mr. Qi doesn't come here very often, he is the most important customer of our Shuiyue Villa. Others want to curry favor with him but they can't!"
"… "
"Don't be too happy too soon. That gentleman is hard to please. But it's good to be familiar with him."
Cheng Ji rolled his eyes.
Manager Zhou came to pull him away without saying anything, and although Cheng Ji was very reluctant, he was still pulled away.
The administrator whispered in his ear that the plot was back on track.
—Four minutes left.
Manager Zhou talked a lot and spoke very quickly. Cheng Ji couldn't get a word in and could only catch the last sentence.
"Listen carefully, I'm going to take you to Master Qi's private room later, and you must be obedient!"
"What does it mean to be discerning?" Cheng Ji asked.
"Stand behind me and don't say a word or move until I introduce you to him. Then you can say 'Hello, Mr. Qi'. When you say this, be sweet, greasy, and obedient. Don't speak in a loud voice."
Cheng Ji said: "Why should I?"
Manager Zhou stopped, turned around and said seriously: "He is generous, has a big penis, is handsome, and can crush you like crushing an ant."
Cheng Ji laughed. Others couldn't guarantee it. Physically speaking, it wouldn't be easy to crush him to death. It would have to be a very large mammal!
"Don't laugh!" Manager Zhou scolded, "You're so ugly! And so cheap!"
Cheng Ji put on a dismay and asked, "Then can I not go? I'm afraid he will crush me to death."
Besides, what does the guy named Qi have to do with his big penis and good sex? He is straight, like a broad road, with a flat plain, and the horse-catching man gallops on him.
"It's okay, just listen to me." Manager Zhou lowered his voice and said, "Don't talk from now on, we're almost on the third floor."
—Countdown two minutes and forty seconds.
The plot manager seemed very satisfied with his emergency measures.
Manager Zhou doesn't look very strong, but he is quite strong when pulling people. Cheng Ji was pulled all the way by him and couldn't break free. He looked down and found that it was because of his thin body, with slender wrists and ankles. No wonder he doesn't look ugly in fishnet stockings even though he is a man.
In fact, he could have just gotten rid of him, but Cheng Ji knew right from wrong and didn't want to embarrass well-intentioned people, such as the nagging but friendly Lele, or the Manager Zhou in front of him.
If it was the guy who was sitting at the door with a sarcastic look just now, Cheng Ji might have punched him.
The corridor on the third floor is luxurious and quiet. The chandelier above is sparkling with crystal, the wall coverings on both sides are silky, and the carpet underfoot is thick and dense, making no sound when stepped on.
Shuiyue Villa is located in Shuiyue Mountain, a small hill in the western suburbs of Hongcheng. It is a high-end club in Hongcheng with a construction area of about 30,000 square meters. There are four large and small buildings, all hidden among the tall and lush trees. The mountain breeze blows, the pine waves are lush, and the green peaks are vast and secluded.
Most of the time during the day, this place is quieter than a cemetery. Only when night falls do luxury cars begin to flow in one after another.
Manager Zhou took Cheng Ji up to the third floor via the spare staircase. When they opened the fire door, they saw the room at the end of the corridor.
"There are five private rooms on the third floor." Manager Zhou introduced in a low voice, "Mr. Qi only uses room 388. Whenever we know he's coming, we don't book the other four rooms because he doesn't like to run into people."
Cheng Ji's curiosity overcame his disgust, and he decided to go and take a look at this shameful and boring man named Qi.