Infinite: Dawn Game

Chapter 622 The Hand on the Shoulder

He Lingling is a smart person. Of course she knows that a large gap between the rich and the poor is a very normal, even common, thing in reality.

But that doesn't mean she thinks that's right.

The rich will get richer and the poor will get poorer, which is not a good thing.

Even if it's widespread, it's not necessarily a good thing.

Of course, this is He Lingling's thought as an ordinary person who couldn't be more ordinary.

She also finds it hard to imagine what life would be like if she were "rich".

Who knows if her thoughts would still be the same if she were in that social position?

However, given the inherent flaws in human nature... on a ship with almost zero contact with normal society, where one can only temporarily "live" and "play" at sea... and with such a huge gap between the rich and the poor, it's hard for He Lingling not to have some thoughts.

Not to mention that last night she witnessed a one-sided... scene of abuse.

It's common knowledge among players that Dawn Games uses mosaic effects to render certain scenes.

There were quite a few mosaics last night...

This can be considered a rare act of kindness and dignity shown to certain bizarre NPCs by Dawn Games.

"that's true."

The short-haired female customer seemed to realize her shortcomings; she appeared to stick out her tongue and coughed somewhat embarrassedly.

"Sorry, I forgot you and I are different."

"It's alright, miss."

He Lingling dutifully played the role of a service employee, bending over and mopping the floor, looking like she was trying her best to make the floor shine.

“I’m just an ordinary employee, what you said is correct.”

He Lingling spoke with a smile, saying the words she had mentally complained about tens of thousands of times.

—How many years has the People's Republic of China been established?! It's disgusting that such ridiculous etiquette still exists.

Fortunately, this is just a game instance with a background similar to the Age of Exploration.

After comforting herself that there were no slaves in the new China, He Lingling continued mopping the floor with a normal expression—oh, she had almost finished mopping the floor, and it was time to wipe down the things in the room.

Just as He Lingling went into the bathroom to soak and wring out the rag, the normally normal temperature in the bathroom suddenly dropped.

"..."

He Lingling's steady breathing faltered slightly. She licked her lips and quickened her pace toward the door when her right shoulder suddenly felt heavy.

He Lingling stopped breathing instantly.

Just as she was about to press down the protective device in her hand, a short-haired female guest's voice came from the room outside the bathroom door.

"Why aren't you out yet? Does washing the rag take this long?"

"..."

He Lingling noticed that the heavy "hand" on the short-haired female customer's shoulder lightened when she spoke.

She instantly and decisively broke free from the "hand" pressing on her shoulder and rushed towards the bathroom door.

Bang!

In her haste to escape, He Lingling didn't notice her footing and tripped over the threshold of the bathroom door. Her knees buckled, and she almost fell to the ground.

With that simple gesture of support and a slight bow of her head, He Lingling saw the full picture of the "hand" that had been pressing on her shoulder.

It was a "goatskin" animal, in a similar condition to the female guest in the morning robe.

"Goatskin" stood silently frozen by the bathroom sink, his deep, empty eyes staring quietly at He Lingling as she fled the bathroom.

He Lingling's heart was pounding. She looked at the "goatskin" in the bathroom with a hint of fear, and only after confirming that the other party had no intention of chasing after her did she respond to the short-haired female customer's question.

"Alright, Miss!"

He Lingling raised her voice slightly, with a faint tremor at the end.

Should I wipe the table or the glass first?

As He Lingling spoke, she walked awkwardly to the dressing table and began to bend down to wipe away the barely visible dust.

"A dressing table will do too."

The short-haired female guest, who was swinging her legs by the bed, didn't seem to care which place to wipe first. She tilted her head and watched He Lingling wipe the dressing table, and laughed.

"Hey!"

The short-haired female guest jumped off the bed. This short-haired female guest, who was not tall and whose voice sounded somewhat childish, walked towards He Lingling.

Do you like listening to stories?

The short-haired female customer said, "I have a very interesting 'story'."

"..."

He Lingling paused in her wiping of the dressing table. She swallowed hard, her heart pounding with fear from the sudden sight of the "goatskin" not yet fully calmed.

"Stories?"

The rapid pounding of her own heart could still be heard in He Lingling's ears. She feigned a mixture of curiosity and hesitation as she replied:

"Miss, do you want me to listen to your story?"

"of course."

The short-haired female customer smiled and tilted her head to look at her, muttering:

"Ugh, sometimes it's really tough being here all alone. There's no one to talk to or have a heart-to-heart with, sigh..."

The short-haired female customer sighed and said, "You know, sometimes men and women are really different... How should I put it, they might be more vicious, ptooey, more ruthless?"

"Forgive me for being blunt," the short-haired female customer said, looking at He Lingling wiping the dressing table. "Can you understand what I'm saying?"

"...I can understand."

He Lingling continued to pretend to wipe, responding with a dry laugh:

"Miss, you seem to have a problem with men? Do you not like them?"

"..." The short-haired female customer fell silent for a few seconds for no apparent reason. When He Lingling almost thought that her casual remark had offended the other party and she started to break out in a cold sweat, she spoke again.

"I don't hate men."

The short-haired female customer spoke.

Her head was lowered, and her short, soft, wispy hair fell down her cheeks and forehead, bathed in a light white glow from the lamp.

"To be precise, I'm jealous of them."

The short-haired female customer chuckled and said, "I told you earlier, my family is very rich, and also very powerful. To outsiders, I was born with a silver spoon in my mouth, and that's certainly true."

"But I can't inherit these. Of course, I'll get some money, but I can't even think about the rest of the businesses."

The short-haired female customer shrugged and sighed under He Lingling's surprised gaze.

"Although it sounds a bit sentimental, I do feel very pitiful."

"..."

He Lingling paused for several seconds, carefully choosing her words before speaking:

“You can try to get it, miss.”

"A very good suggestion."

The short-haired female passenger nodded. "I've thought that too—if I hadn't boarded this ship on a whim, I might have been able to get something."

"But unfortunately," the short-haired woman's voice trailed off, "once I boarded this ship, there was no... afterward."

He Lingling didn't hear the last few words she said.