At 3 a.m., the landmines in front of the station

Bai Chu discovered the key point, but Jiang Yuezhu did not respond.

After all, such a question was outside her scope of duties, and she had no obligation to answer it.

"……All right."

As Bai Chu entered through the main entrance, she arrived at the luxuriously decorated main hall on the first floor.

Looking at those genuine leather sofas and smart home appliances, the young woman felt as if she had stepped into another world.

"When did Su Che move into a house like this?" she asked.

"Just last month, the young master signed a rental agreement with Miss Wu You to move into this 520-square-meter property for three years at a monthly rent of 0 yuan."

"?How much?"

"0 dollars."

"Such a huge mansion, for free?"

Bai Chu tilted her head, thinking she had misheard.

"Yes."

Jiang Yuezhu added without changing her expression: "There are many similar unequal contracts in this residence, but I cannot disclose them one by one."

"..."

Okay.

It seems my husband isn't just mine, but this was something I had anticipated.

Bai Chu wasn't flustered, nor did she feel anything special.

After all, he was also an outsider, and someone who had taken a bite out of An Qing and the others by excessive means. So, logically, he had little right to be dissatisfied with others.

Bai Chu knew very well that the rule in this society was, "If you don't fight for it, plenty of people will fight tooth and nail for it, and in the end, you won't even have any soup left."

Virtues like "everyone should be considerate of each other" and "we should leave room for others when we do things" only appear in textbooks.

So, tonight's route is—"Even with the house cat and kittens around, I have to stick to the plan, eat and drink as usual. Rain or shine, without fail."

Thinking of this, Bai Chu also came to terms with it, and instead put down her burdens. Looking at the occasional maids passing by, she curiously chatted with Jiang Yuezhu:

"By the way, do you maids not usually get off work at this time?"

"Yes, we work in three shifts: morning, evening, and night. The head maid and I are on duty 24 hours a day, with one day off per month and a salary of 40,000. The other temporary maids work in shifts, and it's not very tiring before they become permanent."

"..."

Although she only wanted to gather some information, she never expected that Jiang Yuezhu, a second-in-command maid, would earn more than she did while working herself to the bone performing at live shows...

Is this reasonable?

Bai Chu hesitated, barely suppressing the envy in her heart, and followed her to the sofa.

"By the way, Master is taking a shower in the bathroom. Miss Bai, you can sit here for a while. I will knock on the door and lead you into the room after he is finished."

"Ah."

She sat down on the sofa and looked around at her surroundings.

It's almost certain that Su Che has had a new opportunity and achieved a leap in social class, leading a decadent life.

Moreover, news came from the competition that their team had advanced, defeating the mysterious "Black and White" band.

This information surprised the girl somewhat.

What others may not know is that, as the second lead vocalist of "Ling Yun," the young woman is quite well-informed.

Regarding "Black and White," the information she received was that it was a support team that the organizers had been heavily promoting as the competition approached.

The so-called support team is equivalent to a "puppet team" that is fully controlled within Mosse. They do whatever they are told to do and participate in whatever they are told to participate in. They are even more mysterious than the assassin team.

Moreover, the team was formed through internal selection and refused interviews from any social musicians. No matter how high the level of outsiders was, they were not qualified to be associated with them.

The members of this fully professional band are, if not on par with our own team, at least not far off.

Su Che's victory over "Black and White" could be attributed either to an exceptional performance combined with the opponent's disastrous performance, or to some shady dealings behind the scenes.

If he keeps winning, he'll most likely end up running into me...

Bai Chu wasn't stupid; she knew this possibility existed.

At that point, should I deliberately lose to him and let him get what he wants?

This is a problem we are facing.

The girl pondered.

To be honest, my superiors didn't say "you absolutely have to win the championship".

Instead, they said, "Second place is enough."

These are Ms. Su's original words, meaning that the mission of "Silver Cruises" is to achieve second place or higher in the Mosse Cup, without necessarily including first place.

Therefore, second place means completing the task, but first place is not impossible. On the contrary, if Su Che uses even a little bit of his full strength, he will probably be bruised and battered...

"If I let Hiyori and the others perform at their best, not to mention anything else, in terms of guitar, Tetsu will be taught a lesson by them."

"As for vocals, An Qing is so small, she's no different from an infant in my eyes."

"Of course, she might be prettier than me."

Bai Chu analyzed the situation rationally.

"So, does Che want me to win, or does he want me to lose?"

Thinking and thinking,

It seems I've inexplicably gained a trump card that I can use for trading.

"Oh yeah..."

"If he wants to win, can I just tell him the specific terms of the deal later?"

“I can sell my number one ranking to get him to treat me better, pamper me more, care about me more, and put in more effort.”

"I could also see that things are not going well and deliberately not give him first place, making him feel terrible, causing the team's internal relations to collapse, and causing all the efforts to turn to ashes in an instant."

"I'm definitely going to be the champion of Group D, so... the decision is in my hands."

Suddenly, the girl understood.

I suddenly felt happy.

Having a trump card is exhilarating.

The power of discourse is on our side, and we have complete control over the initiative.

[As expected?]

Life is essentially an exchange of benefits.

Capabilities are resources, and information asymmetry is also a resource.

The resources I possess can support me in acquiring the bodies I desire; isn't that a fair trade?

Bai Chu smiled.

I waited patiently for 30 minutes.

Until the master bedroom door opened.

Jiang Yuezhu reported this and then gestured for her to enter.

At this moment, Su Che was wrapped in a white nightgown, tying the belt around his waist, and his hair looked like it wasn't even dry yet.

Miya wasn't in the room; only An Qing was there, quietly sitting at the computer desk, drawing with her drawing tablet.

"Ok?"

Bai Chu's first reaction was, why is it so quiet here?

It's not quite what I imagined...

There is a kind of...

The feeling of "living life".

"..."

"Bai Chu, you've arrived."

Without thinking too much, Su Che looked towards the door and greeted them.

"Um……"

"How did the match go?"

"Smooth sailing, it's impossible for us not to have a smooth sailing."

"Too."

Su Che seemed thoughtful, and then said in a friendly manner, "After all, your guitarist is at the same level as Miya... Even I would be completely outclassed."

"The gap isn't that big. If you keep practicing for another seven or eight years, you can still overtake them."

Bai Chu made a brief attempt to salvage the situation.

"Haha, that's true. By the way, you can sleep here tonight. There's no one else in the house, so just make yourself at home."

Su Che was perfectly clear-headed and knew exactly why Bai Chu had come here.

Thinking about it carefully, her CD hadn't been fixed since she came back from the countryside, and it should have been repaired a long time ago.

The fact that she has come from afar, still as a guest, and has placed herself in the position of a visitor, already speaks volumes.

She was thirsty, but she kept it to herself.

Su Che has always liked well-behaved children, especially the kind of cats that are easy to manage.

He turned to look at An Qing.

An Qing was already used to it. She gestured with her lips to indicate that the master bedroom had enough space for two people, or even four.

"By the way, isn't Miya coming back tonight?"

"Yes, she just called to say that the band is going to rehearse all night, so she's staying at the rehearsal room tonight, and she'll be going to the studio to practice tomorrow morning. She won't be back until Sunday night."