闪电算

Ye Xingguang was worried that she would lose control of her own thumbs and impulsively post a self-portrait. She quickly exited out of “Koi Girl’s” account and logged into her “Grandfather’s Regret Medicine” account. One by one, she began checking her direct messages to pick out new clients.

In fact, over the past few days, she had already taken note of one particular client.

The person was a man, he claimed that due to his focus on his career, he hadn’t properly taken care of his wife during her pregnancy. Their child didn’t survive, and his wife couldn’t have any more children after. His wife would have divorced him had it not been for the sake of his career. Despite maintaining an outward image of a loving couple, he feared their marriage was on the verge of collapse. With his career also approaching its end, he guessed that it would also mark the day when his wife would leave him. He wanted to avoid that outcome.

He wished that there truly were such a thing as a regret medicine in this world. He would be willing to give up his career if it meant he could save their child.

Ye Xingguang found this client very intriguing, but his responses were extremely formal.

Although he was a customer contacting her over direct messages, the entire situation made her feel as if he were her boss. She would send him a message, only to receive no response after a long time. An examination of their messages over the past three days showed that she was the one doing most of the talking. Aside from his initial introduction, his replies to her were simply “mm”, “mm”, and more “mm”!

Does he know how to chat at all?

If it weren’t for his desire to save his child and salvage his marriage, she really wouldn’t want to deal with this client!

After some thought, Ye Xingguang sent another message.

Grandfather’s Regret Medicine: “Do you still want to buy regret medicine? If not, I’ll offer the chance to someone more in need. Give me your answer within a minute, I won’t wait past the deadline.”

“Ding”

In the Presidential Palace office, Yanbei was dealing with official business. A Weibo private message notification came through on his personal phone, left aside on the table beside him.

He clicked on the message, glanced at it, then put the phone back down and continued with his work.

Aide Qin Yao walked in from outside with the investigation report of the gas station explosion and left it on the table, saying: “Mr. President, this is the investigation report of the gas station explosion. The investigation is not yet over, but the team investigating the explosion has preliminary analysis of the cause.”

Without even so much as lifting his head, Yanbei said: “Just tell me.”

The aide nodded, cutting right to the chase: “The cause of the explosion was a lit cigarette.”

“Ding”

As aide Qin Yao was standing next to the desk relaying the cause of the accident, the screen of the phone on the desk lit up. Qin Yao saw the screen light up with a message. The content of the message read:

[Grandfather’s Regret Medicine: Last thirty seconds, countdown begins…]

Yanbei glanced at it as well but ignored it, signaling for Qin Yao to continue.

“Although there are a lot of rumors on the internet saying that Lawson Perry assassinated Ye Shiting, I don’t think Lawson Perry would be that stupid. If Ye Shiting dies now, even though he has one less powerful competitor for the presidency, he should realize that he would naturally be suspected. Is there a possibility it was an accident, or another presidential candidate trying to kill two birds with one stone, murder Ye Shiting and frame Lawson Perry?

Yanbei thought for a moment. “What’s the reaction from Lawson Perry’s side?”

Qin Yao said, “Lawson Perry is also sending people to investigate the true cause of the gas station explosion, and also…”

“Ding”

The phone on the office desk once again cut off Qin Yao’s words.

The text jumping on the lit-up screen read:

[Grandfather’s Regret Medicine: Time’s up, bye bye.]