Traveling through Thailand

The tea leaves withered immediately.

Didn't you say you couldn't buy a house or a car when you gave me the card?! And didn't you refuse when I swiped it?

Tu Cha pouted and muttered, feeling aggrieved at the thought: "I already hand in my daily wages. And if I don't find a way out, I won't be able to pay it back even if I work all my life."

Zero Zero also heard his mumbling and thought it made sense. So after a moment of contemplation, the system said, "Okay, I'll give you the startup capital."

The surprise came too suddenly. Tu Cha looked at the steering wheel of her reborn parents with her eyes. She kissed them hard a few times and said loudly, "I love you, Zero Zero."

Therefore, during this morning's sweep, in addition to discarding the dead fish and shrimps, he also bought a lot of live shrimps and crabs for the first time.

Perhaps it had been a while since he had spent so much money, and when all the goods were piled up next to the car, he fell into deep thought. However, the trouble did not last long, as the sports car in front of him changed its form - a van specially designed for hauling goods.

This transformation in broad daylight nearly frightened him to death. He nervously looked around, only feeling relieved when he was sure that no one was around.

After moving the ingredients into the car, I finally breathed a sigh of relief when I sat in the driver's seat.

"Phew, you're so scary."

"Heh, virtue. If it's unsafe, would I transform so blatantly? I'm not a stupid system that just came out of the oven."

For some reason, Tucha felt that Linglinghao's words were meant to imply something, but he wasn't sure. Even if he was sure, he wouldn't argue with him. After all, he was his boss.

Alas, they say debtors are the bosses. But why is it so different when it comes to me? I must be too kind, so kind that I don't even want to embezzle the system's money. It's definitely not because I hope it will take me home. Yeah, absolutely not.

Back home, he turned on the main faucet and began washing the ingredients he had brought back. There was so much food this time that by the time he finished cleaning, it was already past lunchtime, around 2 p.m. By the time everything was cut and marinated, it was already dark outside.

He had taken a few days off today to start selling pickled food. It was during this time that his P'por left the bar to pay off his uncle's debt.

She happily came to Boche's house with the finished products pickled with fresh seafood.

"Brother Che, I'm here."

The delighted Tucha noticed his lack of spirits and had a bad feeling. She looked around but couldn't see any familiar figures. "Brother Che? Where's P'por? Why isn't he here?"

Bo Che lowered his eyes: "He went to work somewhere else."

"??"

Tucha stared at him questioningly: "Going to work somewhere else?"

"Well, it is said that he is a bodyguard for someone."

"Ah!!" He knew Porsche was very skilled, but he didn't expect that he could be poached in a place like a bar.

Yes, poached. He didn't think Porsche would leave his familiar work environment for a new field. The only explanation was that he was poached.

A few days later, accompanied by Bo Che, we drove a van carrying over a hundred bottles of preserved seafood to the snack street. Initially reserved and hesitant to shout, Bo Che opened the jars and let the aroma inside emanate...

The two people returned with a full load from their first stall and were very happy on the way back.

Bo Che drove the car to his garage and parked it. Tu Cha took out the pickled food she had prepared specially for him and said, "Thank you for today."

"We're good friends, so there's no need to be so polite. Also, don't rent a van next time. It's not cost-effective if there's not much cargo."

"Okay, I understand. I'll buy an electric tricycle next time."

That's how his stall was set up. However, because he had to go to school, he could only set up the stall at the night market every day. But on weekends, he could set up the stall for longer hours.

With a stable income, after bargaining with Zero Zero, he finally lived a normal life.

After selling out that day, he didn't plan to go back, but instead took a detour to visit the place where he used to work.

I returned to the familiar place and took the other two larger jars out of the car. After a long walk, I pushed open the door with the sign "Rest" still hanging on it.

Hearing the sound of the door being pushed open, the waiter who was cleaning the room saw a familiar figure and came over excitedly: "Tu, are you here to work today?"

"No, I'm here to deliver something."

"what to give?"

He placed the two heavy jars on the table and wiped the sweat from his forehead. "I've been selling pickled seafood these days, so I thought I'd bring some for you to try and get your feedback."

When the waiter heard about pickled food, his eyes lit up and he almost broke the broom in his hand. "That's great! I've heard from Porsche that your pickled seafood is delicious. This time I can finally try it."

Since this was the first time he came back after leaving, and he had never stayed in the bar as a guest, so today Tu Cha sat in an inconspicuous position and enjoyed the feeling of playing in the bar.

He had been planning to wait for more people before leaving, but here he bumped into Porsche, whom he hadn't seen in a while. He was trailing a man, wearing the same outfit as several others. It was obvious that, as Boche had told him, P'por was working as a bodyguard.

Tu Cha wanted to go up and say hello, but seeing that he seemed to be at work...she didn't follow him.

He was thinking about how to meet him, while Porsche had heard a waiter's announcement and came over.

"Tu."

Hearing the familiar voice calling him, he looked up and saw Porsche with a bad look on his face.

"P'por."

Seeing the grievance and panic on the face of the person in front of him, he sighed inwardly. The words he wanted to scold turned around a few times and finally turned into something else: "It's getting late, go back early."

"Ah."

Following him with my head down, I accidentally bumped into his back. The impact was so strong that he stumbled back a few steps. Feeling he had bumped into someone again, the moment he steadied himself, he quickly let go of the support from the person behind him.

He turned around, put his palms together, and bowed to apologize. All in one smooth, flowing motion.

"It's ok."

A pleasant voice reached his ears, and a surge of electricity coursed through his body. He subconsciously looked up and saw a handsome man with dyed white hair. He was so stunned that he forgot to leave.

"Tay? When did you come here?" Porsche grabbed the dazed Tu Cha, looked him up and down, and only felt relieved after making sure that he was not injured.

It was the first time Tay had seen him so nervous, and she couldn't help but tease him, "Yo, so nervous? Is this person your..."

Porsche glared at him unhappily, "This is my brother."

"Your brother? Isn't your brother Che?"

"This is my other brother."

"Oh, I see." He looked at the person hiding behind Porsche: "Want to play together?"

Before Tucha could speak, Porsche refused directly: "It's time for him to go back."

"That's a shame."

Porsche narrowed his eyes and looked the man across from him up and down. "There's something wrong with you today."

Tay pretended to push the man, his smile still lingering, "Hurry up and send him away. They're waiting for you over there."

Porsche knew who he was referring to and nodded, "Yeah."

Just as he was about to send the person away, Tian Kun, who had been waiting in the box for a long time, came out to look for him in person. Seeing him talking to Tay, he quickly walked over and happened to hear the words "send the person away".

"Por? Who's behind you? Why haven't I seen him?"

Porsche pulled the man out and introduced him happily: "Master Tiankun, this is my brother. He is the one who made the marinated seafood you like."

Upon hearing that this person was the rumored younger brother, Tian Kun excitedly pulled him back.

"Wow, I'm so lucky to meet you here today. Come on, come on, play with us for a while." As he said that, he pulled the man towards the box without asking whether he was willing.

Experiencing such a high-energy scene for the first time, he unknowingly drank a few more sips under the atmosphere. Tuchaben sat next to Porsche, and as time went by, the person next to him changed to white-haired Tay.

He, who was sitting obediently in his seat, was a completely different scene compared to those people who were standing crookedly and unable to stand steadily in another place.

Tay hadn't taken her eyes off him since she entered. Seeing him sitting like a well-behaved child, she mentally calculated how many cocktails he'd drunk. She marveled at his alcohol tolerance. Then, her eyes swept over the preserved foods on the table, and she felt even more satisfied with him.

Tay, the only one still sober, looked at the crooked people across from him with disdain and patted Tucha on the shoulder: "Let's go, it's getting late, I'll take you home."

Tu Cha, his head in a mess, turned to look at the man who was patting him. He was originally not happy to be interrupted in his daze, but when he saw the man's aesthetically pleasing face, he put away his unhappy expression and tilted his head to ask, "Yes, what's the matter?"

"How are you?"

Looking at his lips, it took a long time for my brain to receive the information. He nodded affirmatively: "Very good."

But how could he, who often hangs out in bars with friends, not see his current state? He raised his hand to his forehead and said, "Can you still stand up? I'll take you home."

When Tu Cha heard him say that he wanted to take her home, she subconsciously refused. After all, the secret of his car could not be told to anyone.

"I can stand up." He said, putting his hands on the table and trying to stand up. Unfortunately, he couldn't feel his legs, so he twisted his body a few times and slammed his face against the table.

This scene frightened Tay so much that he reached out and quickly grabbed the man to prevent him from getting bruised and battered.

After this strong pull, Tu Cha, who fell into his arms, took a long time to calm down before realizing his current condition.

She supported his chest with her hands and raised her face to meet his gaze: "It seems the foot is gone."

"..." Tay covered his mouth and chuckled. He had never seen someone so adorable when drunk. His eyes slid to the mole on his neck, and he recalled the stunning face he had seen in the restroom a year ago.

He reached up and touched his cheek, rubbing it gently a few times.

"You're wearing makeup?"

Hearing his question, Tu Cha covered her face in panic: "Is your makeup smudged?" Then she nervously looked around for her bag.

Seeing his panic, Tay restrained him and said, "No, I'm just asking."

Hearing that there was no flower, he felt relieved. He patted his chest with his hands and said, "That's good, that's good."

"Why are you afraid of being seen?"

Tucha curled up and hugged herself tightly: "Safe."

"Safety?"

"Yeah, safe."

Tay recalled that stunning moment and couldn't help but exclaim inwardly, "You'll be much safer this way."