Dark Light Chaser.

Chapter 152 A Check

Ansien carefully hid the lipstick: "Speaking of which, I still don't know your name."

"messenger."

The messenger took the note, glanced at it, wrote down the contact information, and then burned it.

"That's a weird name."

"Just a code name."

The messenger picked up his phone, entered the number into his contacts, and casually added her as a chat friend, but he would have to wait until Ansene got off work to accept the request.

The supervisor of Ansien and her colleagues would confiscate their cell phones while they were working.

These people have only one rule regarding mobile phones: they must never bring their mobile phones to work.

The first time you get caught, your commission will be deducted; the second time, a month's salary will be deducted; and the third time, you'll be taken to a dark room and given a lesson.

It's fine to use your phone during breaks, but every technician has to hand it in during work hours.

In fact, it's not a problem if they don't hand over their phones. Each of their phones has a backdoor installed, and someone is specifically monitoring their every move.

Confiscating the phone is just a safety measure to prevent the monitoring personnel from being momentarily distracted and someone from doing something reckless at that moment, thus causing trouble for themselves.

This is called prevention.

In this line of work, you can only catch them in the act. Just control their external communication tools during working hours to prevent them from being arrested all at once.

Moreover, once you're on this pirate ship, it's not so easy to get off. The technicians' citizen cards are all in the manager's hands, and everyone's personal information is tightly controlled.

Trying to run away? Where can you run to? Can a monk run away from his temple?

After the messenger finished recording the contact information, an eerie silence fell over the room.

An Si'en fidgeted, constantly twirling the hem of her clothes with her fingers, looking somewhat unnatural.

"So, what's next...?"

Ansien turned her head away, not daring to look at the messenger's face. After all, she was just a college student who had just entered society.

There is no greater sorrow than a broken heart; the pressure to survive left her no time to think.

At first, she felt very embarrassed and completely at a loss when facing customers, but after a week of "instruction" from the trainer, she became almost numb to it.

Customers are just customers; they experience no pleasure or shame. They simply follow the trainer's instructions mechanically or allow themselves to be manipulated by the men.

The messenger's actions, while not exactly rescuing her from the deep water, could be considered as throwing her a lifebuoy and a rescue rope.

Let her float to the surface and catch her breath in this boundless black water.

Although the messenger's eyes were cold, they were still better than those of the men who looked at him with strange eyes.

This is what brings Anssen the most comfort.

At least in the messenger's eyes, he was still a person, not a tool for venting his anger.

“I didn’t come here for this kind of thing.”

The messenger gave Ansien a strange look, then took out paper and pen and began to scribble and draw.

His focused and serious demeanor as he wrote made An Si'en both amused and exasperated.

A string of unspoken words stuck in my throat, I wanted to say them but couldn't.

Isn't this the kind of place for doing that kind of thing? Did you often go to internet cafes to study or to the library to play games when you were a kid?

The messenger's words are like eating a boxed lunch in a toilet stall or relieving oneself in a restaurant.

It's not that there's a problem, but rather that things are completely backwards.

Despite her complaints, Ansien secretly breathed a sigh of relief at the messenger's indifferent attitude.

After agreeing to become an informant, the two were no longer simply in a social relationship as a prostitute and her client.

It's like going to a foot massage parlor and discovering that the masseuse is a former high school classmate.

If we actually did it, it would definitely feel very awkward.

"Memorize these sentences."

While Ansien was still lost in thought, a messenger handed her a note.

Ansien looked at the flirtatious words on the screen with some confusion: "What's this?"

"The code is that if the store manager comes, you just repeat the above words in order. That way, the people monitoring your phones will only think you are communicating with me."

"This……"

Ansien looked at the information on the note and felt a mix of emotions. To be honest, when she accepted the check, she was already prepared for her boss to retaliate.

Unexpectedly, the messenger even considered her personal safety. He wasn't a policeman, so he didn't need to worry about the safety of his informant.

This is the first person besides her mother who has ever thought of her.

"Don't overthink it. I'm worried you'll be stupid enough to just message me saying the boss is here."

The messenger seemed to read her mind and said coldly, "I don't want this 150,000 to go down the drain."

Ansien gave a soft "hmm" without saying anything, keeping her small gratitude buried in her heart.

Two hours later.

The gratitude in Ansi'en's heart was strangled by her own hands.

The messenger emerged from the room, followed by Ansene, whose face was flushed and whose legs were weak.

Ansien followed silently behind the messenger, staring at his back with resentful eyes.

To cover it up, this guy made her do sit-ups, push-ups, and squats in the room for a full hour. Her arms and thighs are still sore.

If I hadn't rested indoors for a while, I would have needed to hold onto the wall to walk.

Upon arriving at the second-floor living room, the salesperson immediately greeted them. Seeing An Si'en, who was nearly exhausted, behind him, he grinned lewdly and asked, "Did you have a good time, bro?"

"That's great, can you sign me up for a membership?"

The messenger took out his wallet, pulled out 16,000 yuan, and handed it to the salesperson: "How much is it for hiring her for a month?"

"Xiao An, right?" The salesperson glanced at An Si'en and quickly quoted a number: "Fifty thousand a month for her."

To be honest, this price is a bit too high.

The price of keeping a mistress is roughly between 30,000 and 50,000 yuan. Depending on the level of development in different regions, the price will not exceed 100,000 yuan.

Of course, this is just the cost of being kept; gifts and such are not included.

Seeing that the messenger remained silent, the salesperson explained with a smile.

"Don't think it's expensive. She's a female college student who just arrived recently and hasn't had many clients yet. She can also let you experience the feeling of being slowly trained. You can have her do whatever you want for a month. If you don't have time, we can have a professional train you. This 50,000 is definitely worth it."

The salesperson launched into a long, enthusiastic introduction of Ansien's advantages and after-sales service, as if she were a product, completely disregarding her as a person.

Hearing the two men discussing keeping her as a sugar daddy in front of her, An Si'en simply stood silently to the side with her head down.

She knew very well that from the moment she stepped into this place, her dignity had vanished.

The last shred of self-respect she had regained while talking to the messenger was now brutally trampled on, and she reverted to being the numb technician once again.

"Can you guarantee to be available whenever I call within this month?"

The messenger took the membership card, took out his phone, downloaded the store's exclusive app, and then expertly deposited 50,000 yuan into his account.

All of this was done without any attempt to hide it from Ansien, who only glanced at it before looking away.

Are you taking it out for fun?

"Is that not allowed?" the messenger asked in return.

The salesperson frowned subconsciously, but quickly relaxed when he remembered that the messenger was supposed to deliver the package to Ansien.

Although Ansi'en was kidnapped and came from an illegitimate background, she voluntarily entered the sex industry for money, making her safer than most of the technicians in the shop.

Moreover, they knew Ansien's family situation. This kind-hearted girl was the easiest to control. With her mother in the hospital, she wouldn't dare to run away or report them.

"Of course, no problem. We'll temporarily remove her sign. She won't need to entertain any customers for the next month. She'll be waiting in the lounge every night, guaranteed to be available whenever needed."

The messenger asked, "Then I should be able to take it out tonight, right?"

"You can do whatever you want with Xiao An until next month, just make sure he doesn't get injured or disabled."

The salesperson readily agreed.

It's been a long time since I've had a sales representative from a major client; they arranged everything perfectly.

This branch has only been open for a short time and hasn't made a name for itself yet. Most of the technicians were rejected from the main store and were assigned here based on the principle of not wasting talent.

Those who can afford to go to the main store naturally look down on this branch, so the salesperson did this to promote the store's reputation through messengers.

To put it bluntly, he wasn't satisfied with being a salesperson at a branch store; he wanted to climb higher, and the condition for that was to make the branch store bigger and stronger, and to gain the appreciation and recommendation of the store manager.

That's what salespeople think, and that's what they do.

After completing the remaining formalities, Ansene officially became the messenger's property for a period of one month.

As long as you don't disfigure or cripple her, you can make her do advanced math, run marathons, or do clean and jerk every day for the next month.

While the messenger and salesperson chatted and built rapport, Ansien retrieved her phone and returned to the lounge to change into casual clothes.

If she wore this sundress out, she would definitely be incredibly eye-catching, and she would definitely turn heads wherever she went.

Of course, they might also be taken to the police station and detained by passing patrol officers.

After changing into hot pants and a short-sleeved T-shirt, An Si'en's makeup looked much more normal. She appeared youthful and beautiful, no different from a college student.

She silently opened the passenger door and got into the messenger's car.

Amidst the sales staff's farewell, the messenger drove her away from the villa area.

Looking at the villas that were now far behind, An Si'en still felt a sense of unreality.

She had gotten used to going to work at dusk and leaving at dawn over the past month, and seeing the night view of the villa area for the first time, she was actually a little unaccustomed to it.

She inexplicably encounters an extremely wealthy bounty hunter, then inexplicably receives a large sum of money, and then, without any explanation, is taken care of for a month.

To be honest, what I experienced tonight was comparable to a story about a domineering CEO.

I just got out like this?
Ansien kept asking herself the same question.

Although it was only temporary, she did indeed leave that hellhole.

Moreover, according to the messenger, if she could provide information about her boss, she might be able to personally destroy this den of iniquity.

The existence of the messenger seemed as if God had taken pity on her plight and deliberately arranged for a righteous messenger to save her and lead her out of her misery.

Ansien stared ahead, lost in thought.

Since I don't have to entertain guests tonight, what should I do?

Ansien couldn't think of what she should do tonight. Usually at this time, she would still be in the villa's lounge or in bed.

The unexpected day off left her somewhat bewildered.

When you go to the hospital, the patients in the inpatient ward should already be fast asleep, so you shouldn't disturb their rest.

Going home to sleep is not an option, as my biological clock is completely reversed. Even if I go back, I might not be able to fall asleep.

Just as Ansien was feeling lost, the messenger's question interrupted her thoughts.

"Where do you live?" the messenger asked.

"Zhenxing Road Lane 32 area".

Without thinking, Ansien answered instinctively.

"Do you have anything else to do? If not, I'll take you home."

The messenger was focused on driving and didn't even glance at her.

Ansien turned her head to look at him, then quickly lowered her head again: "...No."

After receiving an affirmative reply, the messenger turned on the navigation and drove the car towards Zhenxing Road.

Half an hour later, the car stopped at the entrance of a residential area. The old iron gate was covered with rust, making one wonder if it could withstand the impact of the stroller.

Is this the place?

"Well, thank you."

Ansien packed her bag, opened the car door, and got out of the car.

The iron gate was just for show; it wasn't locked.

With a tooth-grinding creak, Ansene entered the residential area. She waved to the car to signal the messenger that he could leave, then turned and walked towards the dark apartment building.

It was already late at night, and there were no streetlights inside the residential area, so An Si'en walked very slowly. She took out her phone to turn on the flashlight for illumination.

Just then, a bright light came from behind.

The messenger turned on the headlights to illuminate the road ahead.

Ansien switched her phone to the chat interface and sent a thank you message.

She coughed, turned on the motion-activated lights that were flickering in the hallway, and went up the stairs.

The messenger watched quietly from outside the residential area until the lights on the third-floor apartment came on, at which point he left.

Before returning, Ansien had already taken a shower at the villa. She lay on her back on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.

After a while, Ansien rolled out of bed with a somersault.

She rummaged through her handbag and pulled out the lipstick containing the check, then slipped the check out from between the folds.

Ansin unrolled the check, which was rolled into a cylinder, and carefully wiped away the remaining lipstick with a tissue.

She didn't know if the check was real or fake, but judging from the messenger's extravagant spending and the ease with which he transferred tens of thousands of dollars, it was probably genuine.

The medical expenses that had been troubling me for months were finally resolved.

Ansien wanted to laugh, but she just couldn't manage it.

She stared at the check, lost in thought, until the barking of stray dogs in the neighborhood brought her back to reality.

Anshen patted her face and let out a long sigh of relief. She took out an envelope from the drawer, sealed the check, and placed it under the dictionary.

After doing all this, she went back to bed to sleep.

However, Ansien tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep.

She got out of bed, went back to her desk, picked up the checks and put them in the dictionary, then put the dictionary in the drawer.

The night breeze blew through the gauze curtains and caressed Ansi'en's cheeks. She glanced at the gauze curtains, then locked them and the door together for the first time in a long while, and turned on the air conditioner.

Back on the bed, Ansien couldn't lie down. In the end, she took the envelope containing the checks out of the dictionary and put it under her pillow.

This time, she fell asleep quickly.

(End of this chapter)