Jack and the other two seemed to want to live with us, but I guessed that they probably wanted to monitor the same feeling as me. I didn't bother to worry about it. Even if I felt uncomfortable, there was nothing I could do about it. To put it bluntly,
Who makes my fist not as hard as that of the Doyle family?
Otherwise, this unwilling trip overseas wouldn't have happened.
Back to my room 228, I lay lazily on the comfortable big bed. The Doyle family was quite grand. This room was obviously a luxury suite, with a small living room and two rooms. It was carefully decorated, with brown floors and
There are two large and comfortable beds, which is generally good.
Since we were on the second floor, one window could see the blue sea.
"Brother Xiao, do you really want to go to the United States this time and provide the supply of goods to the Doyle family?" Scar fiddled in the room for a long time, took out a bottle of wine from somewhere, opened it and poured a glass.
"Where did you get the wine? You are really good at it, I didn't even see it." I took the wine from Scar and took a sip.
Scar chuckled, "No, there's a wine cabinet right there, why didn't you see it?"
I followed his eyes and looked over. Sure enough, the preparations were very complete. There was a small wine cabinet in the corner with several bottles of wine, all of which were relatively high-end. But think about it, people who board such a ship must pay a price.
It requires a lot of effort, and gifting a few bottles of wine is not a big deal, not to mention not many people like drinking.
"I haven't decided on our source of goods yet. I'll wait until I meet the Doyle family to decide. If it's really not ideal, I won't give it to them. Although the Doyle family is scary, it's not something that can make me give it up with just one word.
Send each other off"
I took a sip of wine, smacked my mouth and said to Scar.
"Brother Xiao, don't you plan to go out for a walk? It feels like you are being coerced here." Scar said to me as he looked at the sea outside the window.
"Okay, let's go. Speaking of which, this is my first time going out on a boat..." I put down the wine glass and called Scar and walked out.
As soon as we went out, the door of the next room was also opened, and Jack came out with half of his body exposed. "Mr. Xiao, do you need anything? Just give me the order."
Sure enough, it seems that we are really being monitored by several people sent by the Doyle family, but I can't figure out why they are monitoring me? Are they afraid that I will jump into the sea and run away?
"Just taking a walk, nothing needed," I replied calmly.
"Then let me go for a walk with Mr. Xiao," Jack said.
My face darkened. "Mr. Jack, I'm just walking around casually. I don't need your company anymore. Is this what your family means? Monitor me?"
After saying that, I pretended to be unhappy and stared at him. This was my intention to deceive him. I wanted to see what his attitude was and whether he was really ordered to monitor us.
I spoke in an obviously unhappy tone. Jack's expression changed and he was a little embarrassed, but he quickly took it back with a smile on his face. "Mr. Xiao misunderstood. There is no surveillance."
, I just want to show my husband around. It’s not the first time I’ve been on this ship, so I’m somewhat familiar with it.”
His ability to adapt to changing circumstances is very remarkable. In just a few breaths, his attitude has undergone a huge change, and his words are not knotted at all. This Jack is not a simple character!
"Thank you for your kindness, Mr. Jack. I just want to walk on the deck and enjoy the breeze. I don't need to waste your time." I said to Jack with a calm expression.
"No delay, no delay. My mission is to entertain Mr. Xiao well. But since Mr. Xiao doesn't need my company, I won't bother you anymore. If you need anything, just give me your instructions." Jack said a few more polite words, turned around and retreated.
Room.
The structure of this ship is a stepped one. Although we are on the second floor of the building on the ship, the real deck where people can rest and watch the sea breeze is a little higher than here.
The corridor of the guest room on the second floor is empty. The entire corridor is covered with soft carpets. The walls are illuminated by yellowish wall lamps. Unidentifiable paintings are hung on the walls, making the entire corridor look quite European.
A breath of style.
We climbed up the small staircase at the end of the corridor and went out to the deck. Scar and I casually discussed the useless topic of whether the paintings on the wall were real, while walking towards the stairs at the end of the corridor.
A figure turned down the stairs at the end of the corridor, and because there was only one exit leading to the deck, he walked right in front of us.
Then there were some dim lights, and I don’t know if this person was wearing a peaked cap on his head intentionally or unintentionally, and the brim of the hat was very low, as if he deliberately didn’t want people to see his face, but I didn’t do anything.
Notice.
Scar and I walked over casually, because the passage was a bit narrow, and Scar and I were paying attention to the paintings on the wall, so we couldn't tell whether I bumped into him or he bumped into me. Anyway, he and I
Hit.
"I'm sorry" came a low apology, speaking authentic American English. After saying this, the man stopped looking at me and left quickly.
But I did feel something strange. When he bumped into me just now, I clearly bumped into something hard on his waist. I reacted almost instinctively, gun! This man had something on his waist.
It's a gun.
I couldn't be more familiar with this feeling. Whether it was the position or the outline I felt just momentarily, I immediately and accurately judged that the thing on his waist was a gun.
In an instant, I couldn't help but look back, and I happened to see this man looking back at me at the same time. With just a glance, he quickly lowered his head, turned around and walked towards the other end of the corridor.
I only saw a little bit, but I didn't see his appearance clearly, but I did see a pair of eyes. There was a little bit of scrutiny in his eyes, and there was some strange light.
"Brother Xiao, what are you looking at? Do you want to stop this guy?" Scar saw me staring at this man's back and couldn't help but ask aloud.
"No, it's just a bump. Let's go." There seemed to be everyone on the boat, but I didn't need to get into trouble, so I slowly turned around and left.
However, because of this little episode, I paid special attention. The man quickly opened the door and walked into a room. He never looked back at us. Based on the general location, I judged that it should be 209, which is where we live.
Diagonally opposite 228.
The sea breeze is actually not as pleasant as imagined. A wind with a fishy smell comes to your face, and those who are not used to it will almost feel nauseous.
The sea is not so beautiful. When you really go out to sea by boat, there is actually no scenery to speak of. The sea is the same as far as the eye can see. Looking at it for a long time will make people feel depressed.
I feel like I am trapped in a space that I can never get out of. Looking around is the same, which makes me feel insignificant.
This luxury cruise ship is relatively large, and there are many people on the deck. Some women even regard it as a good place to sunbathe. They apply sunscreen on their bodies, spread soft mats on the deck, and lie down on the spot.
We sat down and enjoyed the afternoon sunshine.
The only thing that made me look at them more was an elderly couple, holding hands tightly and walking on the deck. Both of them were in their twilight years, but they still felt very affectionate and attracted many people.
envious eyes.
Scar, on the other hand, was lying on the railing with a contemplative look on his face, watching the sea blowing in the wind. I felt a little sleepy, so I simply lay down against the railing, and gradually fell asleep in a daze.
When I woke up again, it was almost dusk. I was covered with a piece of clothing. I took a look at Dao Ba, who was smoking beside me.
"Brother Xiao, are you awake?" Scar smiled at me.
I rubbed my eyes and returned the clothes covering me to Scar. Unexpectedly, Scar had a more delicate mind, "Here, here, give me a cigarette."
Scar lit a cigarette and handed it over. I took it and took a puff. "Why did I fall asleep? Why didn't you wake me up?"
"Seeing that you are very tired, I didn't call you," Scar threw away the cigarette butt in his hand and said to me.
Indeed, too many things have happened recently, and I feel very tired. I don’t know what will happen in the next trip to the United States.
"By the way, Jack from the Doyle family came here once. He saw that you were asleep and didn't call you, but he told me that you can go to have dinner when you wake up. They are all ready." Scar added
He spoke as if he remembered something.
I nodded and stood up. I was indeed a little hungry. "Then let's go, so as not to let down their good intentions."
Dinner was at the restaurant on the first floor. This luxury cruise ship once again opened my eyes. Except for a few items that are not available, many other famous dishes from all over the world can be found.
I didn’t have any special requests, it was all arranged by Jack after we had dinner. Jack proposed to take me to play, but I wanted to refuse, but Jack gave me a mysterious smile.
"Mr. Xiao, the real highlight of this tanker is at night. It would be a pity not to go." Jack's tone was full of expectation.
After thinking about it, I had nothing to do, so I fell asleep in the afternoon. It was still early and I was full of energy, so I might as well just let him go. It was rare to ride on a tanker like this.
"Don't worry, Mr. Xiao, I will never let you down..." Jack said with a mysterious tone.
This reminds me of Fatty Wang's tone when he first took me to that club full of sisters. Jack's tone now is the same as Fatty Wang's.
Could it be that we were going to meet some top-notch beauties again? Men are really a hobby. I shook my head and followed Jack out of the restaurant.
Jack took us straight to the third floor and introduced to me as he walked: "Tonight is a rare day. Not only did this cruise ship invite a famous band to hold a party on the third floor, but tonight
There will also be a decisive battle between two famous gambling masters from Las Vegas."
"Of course... the last thing to do is the midnight show, with several mixed-race sexy goddesses from Latin America... Tonight is very exciting..."
From the ambiguous look in Jack's eyes, I guess the last thing on his mind is the most important thing, and the first things are secondary.