"If you can become a cat lady, I can still accept it." Fang Ze said lazily while lying on the chair, "What's the difference between a cat that can't be fucked and a salted fish?"
"I treat you as a shit shoveler, but you actually want to live in a straw nest!" Da Miao had a rich expression on his face, as if he was shocked by Fang Ze's words.
"I used to think that you were just a simple lolicon, but I didn't expect that you actually have a zoophilia. Now I should seriously consider whether to change to a shit collector."
"Change the hammer." Fang Ze smashed the cut apple into the big meow, and the big meow instantly caught the apple with his mouth like a dog.
You see, the relationship between humans and cats is like a master and servant that continuously circulates in a circle, always adjusting their relationship according to different environments and times.
When feeding, humans are the masters. They will give you a good meal when you are in a good mood, and starve you when you are in a bad mood. And when it's time to pet the cat, the cat becomes its owner again. When you are in a good mood, it will let you pet it to your heart's content, and maybe even nuzzle you to make you happy. When you're in a bad mood, it's just a paw.
"You'd better tell me who the next guest is." Fang Ze asked the big cat, "You know it will take at least a week for me to sneak back from Mumbai by boat. If that kind of extremely troublesome guest appears on the boat That’s bad.”
"Well, by the way, I forgot that you can only return to your country by boat now."
Big Meow licked his paw and said, "But it just so happens that your next guest has his own boat, so you can take his boat then."
"A guest with his own boat?" Fang Ze couldn't guess who it was when he heard Da Miao's words.
After all, according to the order of guests, the next one is the bad guy level guest, and for a while, Fang Ze, a bad guy with a boat, really couldn't guess which one it was.
If he belongs to the good guy camp, Fang Ze can also look forward to his childhood goddess Li Huamei.
"Slip away." Da Miao showed Fang Ze a cat's butt, and then said, "I wish you a smooth return home. Also, if you don't mind the trouble, you can help me bring some imported cat food back to compensate. I, your good friend Laoduo, have been ordering me the same cat food for a week without even adding any ham."
Forehead.
There are so many requirements.
On the surface, Fang Ze showed an expression of 'Okay, I will do it', but in his heart, he had already forgotten Da Miao's words.
He was now particularly curious about who the next guest would be.
On Saturday morning, a slightly disguised Fang Ze, wearing a windbreaker and a small round hat, like a pretentious bourgeoisie from the Republic of China era, boarded a very old-looking cargo ship.
"Welcome to the ship Garur, which is always good luck." A white man with a big beard saw Fang Ze boarding the ship and spread his arms to welcome him.
"Thank you to the generous Captain Dreyer for letting me ride on your ship." Fang Ze hugged the captain who looked almost fifty years old hypocritically.
"That's too polite of you to say that." Captain Dreher said to Fang Ze, "It's not me but you who are generous. Thank you for prepaying the ship fee in advance so that I can pay off part of the loan. Otherwise, I'm afraid my ship will be repaid." It will take a while to get out of the port.”
Captain Dreher was an upright person, and he made it clear why he carried Fang Ze.
After the two exchanged pleasantries, Captain Dreher asked a sailor to take Fang Ze to his cabin.
The stowaway ship that Xiao Hei arranged for Fang Ze this time was a medium-sized cargo ship, mainly traveling between India and Southeast Asia for business.
Because there was an accident not long ago, I owed a lot of money and was entangled by my creditors and was unable to go to sea. That's why Xiao Hei found him and asked the captain to take Fang Ze to the port closest to China as a promise to help repay the money.
The person who led Fang Ze to the cabin was an Indian boy who looked like he had just grown up. He asked Fang Ze a lot of personal questions out of curiosity. Fang Ze answered some nonsense and basically didn't tell the truth.
"Sir, my name is Gawala." The Indian boy seemed not to notice the concealment in Fang Ze's words, and said to Fang Ze, "I am in the cabin above you. If you are bored at sea, you can call me. Playing cards or something.”
"Yes." Fang Ze nodded, and then opened the door of his cabin.
It was a very small cabin with just a bed and a small fold-out table.
"In order to make up for the losses this time, the captain converted many cabins into cargo holds, so everyone is very nervous about where to live. This is good."
"It's okay, I usually don't pick." Fang Ze didn't care much about the size of the cabins, but what Gavara said before was that Captain Dreher transformed many cabins into cargo holds.
Ever since watching the documentary about the Nanbang Sewol incident, Fang Ze has been very sensitive to these matters of hull modification.
You must know that once something happens on the sea, if you are lucky enough to be discovered early, you can be saved, but if you are not lucky, you can only drift to death at sea.
Ren Fangze now has a bunch of useful and useless skills at his disposal, and he is helpless in the face of the vast ocean.
After Gavara left, Fang Ze tidied up the cabin, then locked the door and came out, and looked around for the location of various facilities on the ship, such as the restaurant.
Fang Ze boarded the ship on Saturday morning. Before noon, the ship departed from the port and started sailing towards Southeast Asia.
Sea voyages are generally not very comfortable. If the ship is a luxury cruise ship or a large hotel-style passenger ship, the experience is not bad, but if it is a cargo ship like this, it really makes people feel terrible.
The rocking hull, the dim lights, the small space.
Fang Ze took out a laptop he bought before leaving India and wanted to play games for a while, but he soon felt sick and wanted to vomit due to the shaking of the ship's hull.
'Dong-dong-dong. '
There was a knock on the door outside the cabin.
Fang Ze stood up and opened the cabin door, and found that the Indian boy Gawala was standing outside.
"Hey sir, how was your day?"
"It's terrible." Fang Ze closed the laptop and shook his head.
"Because the weather has been bad these days, the boat is rocking a lot." Gavara shrugged and said, "If you can't rest, I can take you to a good place."
"Where?" Fang Ze asked the Indian boy.
"You'll know when you go there."
Seeing the mysterious appearance of this Indian boy, Fang Ze didn't think too much. He thought for a moment that it was indeed very uncomfortable to stay here, so he nodded and agreed.
"Okay, let's go and see with you."
Passing through the dark passage in the cabin, Fang Ze followed Gavara to a cabin next to the restaurant. He opened the door and went in. He immediately found that the place was astonishingly big, at least as big as twenty of Fang Ze's cabin.
However, this cabin was now crowded with people. On the dozen or so tables, a bunch of people were shouting something vigorously.
Fang Ze looked through the gaps between people and found some dice, poker plates, turntables and the like, and he immediately understood what this place was.
The biggest problem during a long sea voyage is not food, but people's mental state.
After all, traveling by sea puts you into a larger house and allows you to live for more than ten days or more. During this period, if there are no entertainment projects, people's mental pressure will easily increase, and something may happen.
While sailing on the sea, the most effective and cheapest entertainment item is gambling.
This thing not only kills time, but also numbs the spirit. As long as there are no gamblers who can do anything, there will usually be no trouble.
During ancient navigation, captains would generally support crew members in gambling. Firstly, crew members who lost the bet were looking forward to being paid by the captain after they landed ashore, so they became very obedient.
Secondly, if the crew members gamble, they will definitely have some minor conflicts with each other. This will prevent the crew members from connecting with each other and causing rebellion against the captain.
"Sir, do you want to play?" Gavara came to this place and immediately became very excited, with an eager expression on his face. "I can introduce you how to play, and tell you who is worse at playing, and you can win money from him."
Gavara turned to look at Fang Ze and said, "Of course this requires a small reward."
Seeing the performance of this Indian boy, Fang Ze finally understood why this little guy was so enthusiastic about his torture.
He was afraid that he had lost all his money and could only watch from the sidelines, so he came to collect some favors from himself.
Fang Ze took out a few large-denomination rupees from his pocket and gave them to the boy. "These things are for you. You can play with them. I want to see them for myself."
"Thank you, thank you." Gavara nodded hurriedly, and then immediately ran towards a card table.
Fang Ze looked at this underage boy, shook his head, and then started to visit here.
I have to say that although this place is not very big, there are still quite a lot of gambling methods.
Except for the chess and cards that he couldn't understand and didn't know where they were played, Fang Ze could understand a little bit of the rest.
He stood in front of a table where the dice were placed in a cup, and then the dealer turned and guessed which cup the dice was in, and asked, "How much does it cost to play once?"
The dealer at this table is a dark-skinned Southeast Asian. He looked up at Fang Ze, and then said in English with a thick accent, "Five hundred rupees a time. If you win, I will give you ten thousand rubles. If you lose, you will give me 10,000 rupees." I’m five hundred.”
This amount is quite small.
Fang Ze thought for a while and sat in front of the table, nodded and said, "Let's play a few games."
The exchange rate between the Indian rupee and the RMB is almost ten to one. Five hundred rupees is equivalent to fifty yuan, which is really not too much.
I would like to recommend a book called Xian Xia. The title of the book is "Ancient Evil". Introduction: In this life, I am willing to turn evil into evil. I call myself evil. I should step on the bones of kings and desecrate the immortals in the world.
(End of chapter)