Chapter 729: Jiaojiao 9
In the middle of their conversation, the car stopped. Chen Jiao immediately shut her eyes, feigning drunkenness. ’Even though Tan You always says my acting skills are barely a passing grade, pretending to be drunk doesn’t take much talent. I’m confident I can fool these two.’
Sure enough, she fooled them completely. Zhang Ping and two prop masters from another car didn’t suspect a thing, leading Chen Jiao straight to an apartment on the sixteenth floor.
’These gang members have a pretty nice place. I’m actually jealous.’ Chen Jiao had already seen the floor plan Tan You sent her, and she meant it.
’Property in G City is ridiculously expensive. Between working my butt off as an actress and paying for my dad’s medical bills, I might not be able to afford a place here even in twenty years. And yet these gang bosses get to live in a huge apartment like this without lifting a finger.’
Tan You said coolly, "These apartments are built on the blood and tears of others. If it were given to you, could you live in it with a clear conscience?"
Chen Jiao immediately refused. "Then forget it. My dad always told me never to do anything that would weigh on my conscience. He said I have to rely on myself for everything and keep my feet on the ground."
Tan You laughed. "I’m glad you know that, Jiaojiao. I’m liking you more and more."
Chen Jiao’s eyes crinkled, clearly pleased. "Hehe, I like you too, Teacher."
Drunk people are always exceptionally heavy, and since Chen Jiao was putting on an act, she didn’t hold back, letting her full weight press down on the two prop masters.
As for Zhang Ping, with his feeble constitution, he was winded after just a few steps. He didn’t even offer a hand, simply carrying Chen Jiao’s purse the whole way. The two prop masters were panting from exhaustion, showing not a shred of manliness.
Chen Jiao mocked them internally, ’This is pathetic. They’ve only been carrying me for a few minutes and they’re already like this. So weak.’
Tan You glanced at the prop masters with a serious air. "They are indeed weak. But these types who act all tough and aggressive are never in great shape to begin with. They’re all just bullies who prey on the weak and fear the strong."
Chen Jiao mulled over the phrase "prey on the weak and fear the strong" for a moment, then pouted. "Teacher, I’ll never let anyone bully me so easily again."
Tan You clapped. "You can do it! I’m rooting for you."
Perhaps because they were truly tired, once they got Chen Jiao into the room, the two prop masters unceremoniously tossed her onto the bed. Chen Jiao used the bounce of the mattress to shift her position slightly before continuing her act.
Zhang Ping and the others barely gave Chen Jiao a second glance before hurriedly leaving after dropping her in the room. The instant they shut the door, Chen Jiao, who had been lying face down, suddenly opened her eyes.
Tan You: "Be careful. There are four cameras in this room. Don’t look up."
Hidden by her long hair, Chen Jiao blinked. ’Pretending to be drunk is exhausting. They really think highly of me, huh? Four cameras... Are they planning to shoot a blockbuster?’
Tan You was silent. Chen Jiao gritted her teeth. ’This is too disgusting.’
Tan You spoke softly, "Before you, eight other girls have had compromising photos taken of them here. Over the years, four of those eight girls committed suicide. One is now in a psychiatric hospital, and the remaining three are living through hell."
Chen Jiao fell silent. After a long moment, she spat out, "They all deserve to die."
Tan You: "I agree. So, from now on, don’t hold back. Showing mercy to scumbags like them is a complete waste of emotion."
Chen Jiao calmed her turbulent emotions. "I understand, Teacher. I won’t go soft on them."
After this brief exchange, Tan You heard movement outside. "Someone’s coming. Ye Rong, Yuan Sheng, and a dozen of their henchmen. They’re all here."
Chen Jiao was still in the mood to joke. ’Such a big apartment, and so many people. Aren’t they worried it’ll feel crowded...’
The door to the room was pushed open, and on the light screen, Chen Jiao saw two men walk in. One was under 1.7 meters tall, with a fleshy, brutish face; he didn’t look like a good person at all.
The other, however, was tall and well-built, but he had a treacherous look on his face, wasting what would have otherwise been a handsome appearance. The insufferably arrogant Zhang Ping from the film set followed behind them like a lapdog, and behind him were a dozen or so henchmen.
Chen Jiao’s fingers twitched, and a small box hidden at her waist was suddenly in her hand. She flicked the cap open with her thumb, and a faint fragrance quickly filled the room. Chen Jiao immediately held her breath; she couldn’t afford to actually do as her Teacher had joked and knock herself out first.
By the time she finished, Ye Rong and the others had reached the bedside, completely oblivious to the change in the room. However, Yuan Sheng, who was next to Ye Rong, sniffed the air. "What’s that smell? Why is there a fragrance in this room?"
Zhang Ping said cautiously, "Don’t all girls like to wear perfume?"
Ye Rong waved his hand dismissively. "Perfume is even better. It’s more womanly."
He glanced at Chen Jiao lying face down on the large bed and frowned. Two of the henchmen, knowing their place, quickly stepped forward and flipped her over. Even though they had already seen her face in photos, seeing the flushed beauty lying right in front of them now, the men still stared, mesmerized.
Ye Rong was a lecher, and seeing this, he squinted in satisfaction. "Not bad. Is she really as talented as you said, Ah Sheng?"
Yuan Sheng shot a sideways glance at Chen Jiao. "Yes, very talented. If this script gets made into a movie, it could earn us more than we’ve made in the past few years combined."
Ye Rong laughed heartily. "I’ve always trusted your judgment. In that case, let’s get to work. We get to make money and have a beauty like this... Ah Sheng, you did a good job this time."
"When I’ve had my fun with her, she’s all yours."
Yuan Sheng smiled. "Then thank you, Brother Rong. You know I’m only interested in making money."
"Zhang Ping, set up the camera."
"So fair... even her hands are so fair..."
Just as Ye Rong was impatiently about to tear off Chen Jiao’s clothes, Zhang Ping, who was setting up the camera by the bed, suddenly collapsed with a THUD. He was the weakest one, so naturally, he was the first to go down.
Ye Rong frowned. "What’s wrong with you? Why are you so clumsy? Can’t you do anything right?"
Zhang Ping quickly pleaded, "Brother Rong, I don’t know what happened. My arms and legs just went weak all of a sudden. I can’t stand up."
Brother Rong was taken aback. He was about to say more when his head spun, and his burly body crashed heavily onto Chen Jiao’s legs.
Yuan Sheng’s expression changed instantly. He immediately knew that the fragrance they smelled upon entering was the problem. "It’s a trap! Get out of here!"
He turned to flee, but before he could even reach the door, Yuan Sheng collapsed. Looking around, the henchmen who had come with them were all sprawled in disarray around the room.
And at that moment, Chen Jiao, who was supposed to be dead drunk, finally sat up. Her first act wasn’t to straighten her clothes, but to pull a sachet from her pocket, hold it to her nose, and take two deep sniffs.
"ACHOO! ACHOO!" After two sneezes, Chen Jiao felt her head clear. She stretched lazily and shoved Ye Rong’s body off her. "He lasted longer than I thought. Heavy as hell."