Void Jigsaw Puzzle

Chapter 173 Zhang Chuyu

Zhang Chuyu adjusted his coat in front of the dressing mirror, turned around again, and finally made sure that everything in his pockets was there before reaching out to open the door.

"Chu Yu, will we meet again?"

The woman in the room was still half-lying on the bed, wrapped in a thin quilt, with her snow-white skin beneath it. She hadn't put on any clothes yet.

She looked at Zhang Chuyu's back with resentment.

This man is perfect from any angle, tall and elegant, gentle and crazy. His only shortcoming is that he does not belong to himself.

Zhang Chuyu said without turning his head: "Let's see."

After saying that, he opened the door and left the room without leaving any trace of nostalgia.

The woman buried her head in the quilt, wanting to cry but unable to. She knew this man was just playing around, but she couldn't help but fall in love with him. After spending a few times with Zhang Chuyu, this time he actually proposed to establish a relationship with him, which scared him away.

"In Fengyao City, there are no long-term relationships..."

When Zhang Chuyu walked out of the hotel, he felt a cool breeze and shrank his neck unconsciously.

"Another confused woman... Wouldn't it be fine to pay by the number of times? Why do you have to buy it out?"

He reached into the inside pocket of his coat again, felt the thickness of the money the woman had just given him, and the corners of his mouth rose unconsciously.

Zhang Chuyu had just walked through an intersection when he felt something strange. So, at the next intersection, he deliberately slowed down his pace and pretended to look at the rental and sale advertisements in front of the real estate agency on the side of the road. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that there were two suspicious people not far behind him, who seemed to be following him.

He was confused.

"Did I offend anyone?"

In Fengyao City, he had no property, no wealth, and no official position. He made a living by doing odd jobs. If he had to say one thing about him, it was his good looks. With these good looks, even if he was a model one day, a small role the next, and a salesperson the next, he could still earn enough to support himself.

Furthermore, thanks to his good looks, his romantic luck never ceased. Ever since he'd developed true feelings, he'd been able to find women in every corner of the city willing to pay for a night with him. All kinds of women.

At the beginning, he had some self-doubt: "Am I really that charming?" But over time, he accepted it with pleasure.

Day after day, he never thought that one day he would be worthy of being followed.

He stopped at the door of the real estate agency for a while, but still couldn't figure it out, so he continued walking forward.

When he was passing through an alley, he saw that there was no one else in the alley. He immediately felt something was wrong and planned to turn around and change the route, but he saw several people surrounding him from the front and back of the alley.

This also includes the two people who were following me just now.

Before Zhang Chuyu could call for help, he felt something stabbed him from behind, and then he collapsed to the ground.

......

When Zhang Chuyu woke up again, he found himself in a dim room, lying on a soft sofa. His hands and feet were not tied, but he was still weak all over, and it was even difficult for him to get up.

He turned his head and looked around. The room was small and very simply decorated. The walls were not even painted, still in the original rough concrete style. Aside from the single sofa he was sitting on, there was no other furniture. The room had no windows, and all the light came from the ceiling lamp. This lamp didn't even have a lampshade. Only a single bulb was visible, embedded there, emitting a tired light, like a date pit thrown carelessly in the sand.

"They anesthetized me and brought me here. What do they want to do? Interrogate me? What is there about me that is worth interrogating?" Zhang Chuyu already had a headache, and the thought of this question made the pain even worse.

At this time, the only door in the room opened, and a man walked in with a ruthless gait, followed by two followers.

If facial features can be combined in any way, then this man's features are combined in the most awkward way possible. Each feature might look acceptable on its own, but taken together, they appear particularly strange. He doesn't look very old, probably in his early thirties. He's not tall, but he stands very straight, and he's deliberately grown his hair long, which makes his "hair height" look a little more acceptable despite his lack of "outer height."

When he walked in front of Zhang Chuyu, with the dim light above his head, Zhang Chuyu realized that he and the two people behind him were wearing dark gray uniforms, as if they belonged to some organization.

The man looked down at Zhang Chuyu, his eyes filled with hatred. Zhang Chuyu felt even more baffled. Ever since the man walked in, he had been searching his mind, and the conclusion was: he didn't know this man.

"Zhang Chuyu?" the man finally spoke.

The sound of his voice was like a mouthful of twenty-year-old phlegm stuck in his throat.

"You don't even know who I am, why are you arresting me?" Zhang Chuyu replied unhappily.

"Snapped!"

The man slapped Zhang Chuyu in the face: "Don't think you can speak nonsense just because you're a pretty boy! Show me some respect!"

Zhang Chuyu felt stars in his eyes and a burning pain on his left cheek. A surge of anger surged in his heart, but the anesthetic had not yet worn off. He was still limp and weak, even clenching his fist was a bit difficult.

However, it did not prevent him from staring at the man intently.

"You're not convinced, are you? If you're not convinced, I'll slap you again!" The man slapped him on the right cheek again.

Zhang Chuyu did not give in, but raised his head again, with fire in his eyes.

At this moment, a henchman behind the man whispered something in his ear. After listening, the man spat on the ground and said, "My time is limited. Today, I'll give you two slaps as a greeting gift. You'll feel your face flush when you see me in the future... To tell you the truth, I've tolerated you for a long time. Today I'm giving you a warning. If you disrupt the market order again, I'll destroy you!"

Zhang Chuyu finally managed to squeeze out a few words from between his teeth: "Every wrong has its perpetrator, every debt has its creditor. Who are you, and how have I offended you?"

The attendant who had just whispered to the man answered first: "Mr. Zhang, you don't even know our Tanjia General Manager?"

"Tan Jia?" Zhang Chuyu pondered this unfamiliar name.

Looking at Zhang Chuyu's expression, Tan Jia said, "Now you know who I am, and I have no obligation to explain why I hit you. But remember, don't mess with those women in the future! Otherwise, sooner or later, I will make you lose the capital to mess with them!"

Just now it was said to be "disrupting market order", and now it has become "provoking those women". Zhang Chuyu couldn't figure out the relationship between the two for a while.

However, Tan Jia and his two followers in front of him obviously did not have the patience to explain. Instead, they threw down a few words and turned to leave the room.

"The door is not closed. If you think it through, get out! Don't even think about leaving next time!"

Listening to their receding footsteps, Zhang Chuyu smiled bitterly and said, "I didn't provoke those women, they were the ones who provoked me..."