Chapter 951: Chapter 752: Waiting_3 "Ah?" Zhenxi was bewildered, "Huai Zhisu... a person?"
"Yeah, the name is strange, right?" Toshio snorted, "They say he’s really vulgar too. I saw him taking off clothes on the street last time, shameless."
Zhenxi felt her mind couldn’t process it, something seemed off: "Uh, maybe he’s not necessarily a bad person?"
Toshio paused, his eyes lowered, unable to hide his hatred.
"Brother Ryuuto was killed by him. Aunt Nakayama, such a good person, cries every day now... And he pretends to give money to people, as if anyone cares for his filthy money!"
Toshio paused his movements, his hand gripping the knife turned white from strain.
He lowered his head and squeezed out a hoarse voice through gritted teeth:
"One day, I’ll kill him..."
Amidst the heavy footsteps, a tall shadow appeared behind him. He froze for a moment, then turned to see Takahashi’s cold expression.
"Kid, I’m warning you for the last time: I don’t care about your business. After leaving the ship, you can go wherever you want, but if you keep talking like some punk on my ship, I’ll kick you off, got it?"
Toshio paused, begrudgingly nodding his head, and continued to scrape fish.
After a while, Takahashi turned and left.
Lunch was a seafood bowl with unlimited fish roe and salmon. That’s the upside of working on a fishing boat. Zhenxi ate most of the pot again.
After lunch, Takahashi called Zhenxi into the cabin, opened the safe inside, took out a stack of thin banknotes, and handed them to her.
"Four hundred thousand, this is your salary."
"Yay! Thank you, Mr. Takahashi!"
Zhenxi held the money aloft like a treasure, excitedly waving her hands: "With this, I can pay off quite a bit of debt. When are we heading out next?"
"At least four or five days later," Takahashi shook his head, glanced at Zhenxi, hesitating to speak.
"Huh? What’s wrong?" Zhenxi was puzzled.
"...Just be cautious," Takahashi muttered, "I don’t know why you’re in such a hurry for money, but be careful of those smooth talkers once ashore. Tanbo Inner Circle is more treacherous than other places."
He didn’t know how such a naive hybrid girl grew up this way.
A week ago, she came looking for work. If she weren’t strong enough to do the work of four or five people, and only asked for regular wages, Takahashi wouldn’t have planned to hire her.
Initially, he was prepared for her to cry and collapse after a few days, but unexpectedly, she worked non-stop for a week without any complaint.
Too naive.
If Takahashi hadn’t been watching closely, her money would have been conned by the lazy crew long ago.
"Eh?" Zhenxi was confused: "I feel everyone’s quite nice; they don’t seem like bad people."
Are you a dog?
Takahashi rolled his eyes, pointed at the cabin door for her to leave, uninterested in any more conversation.
But just before she left, he called out to her, with a serious expression: "Don’t spread Toshio’s words outside... It’s just youthful foolish jargon, got it?"
Zhenxi nodded cluelessly, seemingly understanding but unsure.
Her foolish demeanor annoyed Takahashi even more.
So careless, don’t get conned somewhere as soon as you land; imagining the consequences...
"Hey, Zhenxi!"
He clicked his tongue, stood up, and chased after her, asking: "Have you found a place to work afterward?"
"Ah?" Zhenxi turned around.
"I... I..."
Takahashi hesitated, finally sighed: "Didn’t you say you used to assist in the kitchen before? I know a cooking restaurant looking to hire..."
"Oh! Great!" Zhenxi’s eyes widened with excitement, rushing over to grip his rough hands, "Please introduce me!"
Crunch. A cracking sound.
Takahashi’s face turned green.
"Zhenxi, you..."
"Huh? Mr. Takahashi, why are you crying?"
"Release your grip first; my wrist is dislocated..."
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"Oh, luckily it’s fine, sorry Mr. Takahashi..."
Holding the address and business card Takahashi gave her, Zhenxi still anxiously glanced back at the port direction after getting off the ship, lamenting worriedly: "I feel like I messed up again."
"Sister Zhenxi, you need to be careful yourself."
Beside her, Toshio snorted: "Such middle-aged single men, they might harbor ill-will. You’re so pretty; what if one day he gets lustful and does something..."
"Alright, alright, don’t say that. Uncle Takahashi has his own difficulties too." Zhenxi laughed as she ruffled his hair, "Where are you headed next?"