48 Hours a Day

Chapter 940: Gift

The cheongsam lady got up and sent Zhang Heng out of the screening room, all the way to the corridor.

At the very end, the VIP 6 room’s door was opened. However, Old Man Geng was not the one who came out first. The first person that Zhang Heng saw was a middle-aged man of about 40 years old. He wasn’t particularly tall, standing at only 1.7 meters. This made him half a head shorter than Zhang Heng. Although he was short, he was not the kind of person that one should mess with.

Whether it was the long scar on his face or the two missing fingers on his right hand, they all told what he had gone through. This was also the era where mechanical prosthetics were extremely well developed. He, however, still chose to keep his physical flaws.

If he was an ordinary person, he might not have enough money to buy himself a mechanical prosthesis. Zhang Heng had already figured out the man’s identity. He was the uncrowned king of this place, and he obviously had no financial troubles.

When Zhang Heng laid eyes on him, the uncrowned king was also stared back. However, when he saw the cheongsam girl and Zhang Heng coming out of the screening room together, he seemed a little surprised. He soon thought of something, before proactively stretching out his hand. Smiling, he said, “Ah, you are the bodyguard. I am the owner here. Everyone calls me Mr. G.”

Zhang Heng then shook hands with Mr. G.

At the same time, Old Man Geng walked out from behind. He no longer felt the tension he had earlier. He then muttered, “I’ve spent a lot of unnecessary money this time. If I know you and your man are so polite, I wouldn’t have spent the money to hire a bodyguard.”

Mr. G said in a noncommittal tone, “Danger will never come to you when you are well-prepared. As for the purpose of hiring a bodyguard, they do more than simply assist in the event of a threat. Their existence alone can eliminate a lot of dangers. It is apparent that the bodyguard you hired is a very capable person. And I dare to guarantee that no matter how much money you spend on him, it is never a failed investment.”

“Him?” Old Man Geng continued sullenly, “He might be capable of dealing with the two stupid students on the third level. If it weren’t for your people showing up on time, we might’ve been robbed by one of those gangsters in front of the station.

“Oh, it seems that I haven’t introduced her to you.” Mr. G stretched out a hand, and the cheongsam lady immediately placed her genuine hand onto Mr. G’s palm.

“The person who brought you here is F, my fiancée. She doesn’t like to introduce herself, so let me do the honor of introducing her to you guys. Mr. G and Miss F, I guess we two freaks are a good match,” Mr. G teased.

“Are you engaged? Congratulations! Both of you are a match made in heaven,” Old man Geng said. However, he did not agree with him. Although Mr. G was short, he had never felt the need to grow taller to pursue the women he liked. As the ruler of the first level, he could have women of all manner surrounding him. Although Miss F was outstanding in temperament, she still lacked in the appearance department.

Since ancient times, heroes were supposed to be paired up with beauties. Mr. G was no doubt a hero, but Miss F was no beauty. However, the two parties seemed to be quite satisfied with their significant other; hence Old Man Geng would never stick his nose into their business. He glanced at Zhang Heng and said, “Let’s go. Aren’t you still in a hurry to go home?”

“Then I will ask F to take you to the station,” Mr. G said.

“No need. Although I am old, I think I still remember the route to the shuttle station. We can go back there by ourselves. You and your wife needn’t worry about us.”

Old Man Geng walked to the security gate as he spoke. Zhang Heng was about to follow him when he heard the cheongsam woman say, “Hold on. I have a gift for you.”

Immediately, Old Man Geng stopped walking, and he looked flattered. “You don’t have to be so polite. I’m just a middleman responsible for making connections.”

“I’m not talking about you.” Miss F looked at Zhang Heng and repeated, “I have a gift for you.”

Zhang Heng looked at Mr. G, who shrugged. “You better accept her gift. No one here can refuse her, me included.”

Zhang Heng nodded, not because of Mr. G’s half-threat-half-joke remark, but the faint kindness he felt from Miss F when he was in the screening room.

Miss F then turned around and walked to another room. She came out of the room after a while and put the thing in Zhang Heng’s hand.

“Here you go.”

Mr. G raised his eyebrows.

“Oh, golden hamster. This little thing is cute. It’s easy to raise, like a pet, and it doesn’t take up much space. Just feed it on time.”

Old Man Geng was a little confused, oblivious as to what Miss F’s gift meant. After all, Mr. G was the uncrowned king of this place. He had all kinds of rare weapons and mechanical prostheses. Even if he reluctant to give those things away, he could have gifted them credits where it suited their identities more. But a hamster? Zhang Heng looked far from a person who liked to raise small animals.

This surprised Zhang Heng quite a bit as well. However, he still took the hamster cage from Miss F.

“Thank you.”

After that, Miss F stopped talking and stood beside Mr. G quietly. And Zhang Heng also carried the newly acquired hamster and caught up with Old Man Geng. The security guards at the security gate took off the signal-blocking bracelets they were wearing and returned them to Mr. G. After that, Zhang Heng and Old Man Geng walked down the stairs.

When they arrived outside the theater, the old man finally breathed a sigh of relief. He looked like he was in a good mood. Hence, he did not dwell on the fact that he needed to pay Zhang Heng ten shellac records later. He even suggested to look for somewhere nearby to have a drink. However, he later dismissed the idea, deciding to return to the third level as soon as possible.

Zhang Heng certainly would not object to such an idea. So, the two of them followed along and walked towards the central shuttle.

It was past peak office hours, And there were very few people left on the street.

The two of them crossed a quiet road. While Old Man Geng was complaining that the moon on the first level was designed perfunctory, Zhang Heng suddenly stopped moving forward and reached out his hand to stop Old Man Geng.

“What?” Old Man Geng looked a little lost.

Zhang Heng then asked again, “What are the consequences of killing someone on the first level?”

“Consequences? What do you mean? Who are you going to kill...” He then saw two teenagers skateboarding towards them before he could finish his sentence. When they saw Zhang Heng and Old Man Geng, they came down from their skateboards, reached into their pockets, took out guns, and approached them.

“Are they here for me?” Old Man Geng’s hairs stood up when he saw them.

“If not? Do you think they are here to rob me?” Zhang Heng said casually.