Chapter 11: I Want to Buy, Buy, Buy (2)
“I ate on the plane, and it’s only an hour’s flight back to Qingyuan anyway,” Zhuang Mingxu told his assistant to buy the tickets and returned to the waiting room. “Xiao Yi, did something happen?” He remembered seeing a few calls from Ji Heng when he turned on his phone, combined with Ji Jin’s birthday banquet today. “Did Ji Jin and them bully you?”
“No,” Lu Weiyi didn’t want to dwell on this issue and changed the subject. “Go buy a backpack, a big one, now.”
“Huh?” Zhuang Mingxu thought he had misheard.
Since Lu Weiyi couldn’t explain the reason, he didn’t. “Also buy some instant noodles, ham sausages, braised eggs, chicken legs, bread, biscuits, eight-treasure porridge, cDean, chocolate.”
Just as Zhuang Mingxu was feeling inexplicably confused, he heard someone on the other end of the phone say, “Sir, a total of one hundred and thirty-two hamburgers, sixty-three pairs of chicken wings, forty-two pairs of spicy wings…”
Before the person could finish, Lu Weiyi interrupted, “Give me the bill, swipe the card.” Immediately after, he continued, “Buy some water too, as much as you can carry, the more the better.”
“Xiao Yi, what exactly is going on?” Zhuang Mingxu sensed something was wrong.
“Go buy them first. Call me back after you’ve bought them, and we’ll watch a movie together,” Lu Weiyi hung up directly, told the KFC staff to put all the packed food in the car, and checked the map for the next fast food restaurant.
Zhuang Mingxu held his phone, tapping his fingers on the armrest, pondering Lu Weiyi’s words. At the same time, he called Ji Heng and learned about Lu Weiyi selling the company shares, and only in exchange for a few sets of jewelry. It would be a lie to say he had any emotional attachment to those jewelry pieces; otherwise, he would have found a way to get his hands on them years ago. So why?
Zhuang Mingxu couldn’t quite figure it out.
He couldn’t understand, but that didn’t stop him from acting. To him, whether it was a prank or serious, it was just buying some things, not a big deal. There was no need to let it affect his fragile relationship with Lu Weiyi.
He got everything done in about ten minutes. Carrying a bulging outdoor backpack, he sat down in the waiting room again. Before making a video call to Lu Weiyi, he first called Lu Weiyi’s bodyguard and told him to rush from Qingyuan to Wutong City immediately.
At this time, Lu Weiyi had just bought a tablet and downloaded a map. He wanted to carefully look at the route from Qingyuan Airport to home, to see where it was open and suitable for avoiding the major earthquake.
“You’re not home?” Lu Weiyi was clearly outside in the video.
“Mmm, at a restaurant,” Lu Weiyi turned the camera. He hadn’t had time for dinner at this hour. At the same time, he said to the restaurant manager beside him, “Steamed spareribs with black bean sauce, rice noodle rolls, steamed chicken feet, silky egg with shrimp, Cantonese egg tarts, Cantonese lotus root cakes, radish cakes, that’s all.” Watching the manager take the order, he continued, “Roast suckling pig, Wenchang chicken, Dragon King’s Feast…”
He rattled off a list of dishes. The manager beside him was a little suspicious if he would finally say he didn’t want any of them. Then he asked, “How much stock is left? I want it all. Pack it up when it’s done, and start now.” Saying that, he put a card on the table, signaling him to leave, and then looked at Zhuang Mingxu.
“Xiao Yi, what are you doing?”
“Collecting food,” Lu Weiyi replied.
Collecting???
Zhuang Mingxu didn’t know if Lu Weiyi’s wording was inaccurate or what, but he sensed an inexplicable crisis from these two words. He didn’t know if Lu Weiyi was hinting at something.
