DSF Chapter 130

The next day at noon, Sun Tianjiao woke up from his hangover, his eyes bloodshot, temples throbbing relentlessly.

He cracked open his eyes a slit, letting his gaze wander across the ceiling for a moment, then reached for his phone out of habit.

It was his routine, no matter how tired or groggy he felt, a glance at his phone would clear his head, and once clear-headed, he could resume work.

Through that narrow slit, partially obscured by layers of eyelashes, Sun Tianjiao saw several messages pop up on the screen, most of them related to matters awaiting his attention at the club.

But as his gaze shifted downward, it suddenly froze on a particular contact name.

Squinting, Sun Tianjiao opened the chat, and was taken aback.

Damn, why did he send so many messages to Bian Shu? They weren’t even that close!

Frowning, Sun Tianjiao hesitated for a moment before pressing the voice message button, then, like a fish thrown onto a cutting board, he began to thrash about violently.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”

“I’m dead!”

He got out of bed barefoot, toes curling on the cool floor, feeling the last remnants of drowsiness dissipate.

As he grabbed at his tousled hair, his mind raced, his eyeballs seeming to turn into projectors, casting a well-crafted apology letter onto the snowy white walls.

Sun Tianjiao took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.

【Hello, Mr. Bian!

I’m extremely sorry for bothering you yesterday. It was my mistake not to separate work WeChat and private WeChat after work……】

After double-checking for typos, Sun Tianjiao sent the 300-word composition with utmost solemnity.

He didn’t expect to receive a reply, as big bosses like Bian Shu wouldn’t bother with him. As long as he showed the right attitude, the matter would be resolved.

But ten minutes later, his phone chimed, and it felt like a gavel striking Sun Tianjiao’s heart as he hurriedly lifted his phone.

This time, Bian Shu replied with text.

【Should I add you? on my personal WeChat. 】

Sun Tianjiao: “….”

Okay, his soul invisibly shrunk a bit more.

But his mind worked quickly.

【Mr. Bian, my work WeChat is basically on 24/7, and I rarely use my personal WeChat because I have very few contacts on it. So, I don’t check it often, which is also for timely communication with you.】

Bian Shu —

【Hmm.】

Sun Tianjiao’s heart skipped a beat.

What did “Hmm” mean?

Was he still angry or had he let it go?

Talking to these capitalists was truly painful; ending conversations always seemed inexplicable, and no one knew what they were really thinking.

About half an hour later, another message came from Bian Shu.

【Compared to that Mr. Chen, am I easy to deal with?】

Sun Tianjiao held his phone, spinning around his slippers barefoot.

A bitter pill.

In business, comparison was dreaded. If others knew that they could get a lower price by haggling, even if Bian Shu wasn’t short of money, he wouldn’t feel comfortable.

Sun Tianjiao pondered for a moment, then cautiously replied.

【It’s like this, sports apparel is worn by athletes and is easily noticed by fans, so the asking price is generally higher. Maybe Mr. Chen hesitated a bit, but Zero’s cooperation with you is definitely sincere.】

【Which Chen?】

【Chen Jiang from JHeryouny, Mr. Chen.】

Sun Tianjiao was utterly speechless.

He didn’t know if these capitalists knew each other in private. If they really knew each other, Bian Shu would definitely not believe him if Mr. Chen forced him to talk about it.

After a moment.

【Let’s meet at Tanshan Golf Course this afternoon and discuss our cooperation in detail.】

Sun Tianjiao’s heart sank at the thought.

He hesitated for a moment, then searched online for a cute, non-threatening emoji and sent it to Bian Shu, adding a sentence along with it —

【Mr. Bian, haven’t our contracts been signed? 】

He was afraid of unexpected changes, so he hurriedly went to sign it.

Bian Shu leaned back in his deep black office chair, elbows resting on the armrests, his gaze fixed on the chat interface for a moment.

Bian Ning stood by the table, tapping her feet impatiently. “Brother! You have to avenge my innocent twelve-year-old heart!”

Bian Shu glanced at her, “I told you it was a misunderstanding. He mistook me for you.”

Bian Ning widened her eyes in surprise, her voice rising several degrees, “What do you mean he mistook you for me? Are you trying to say that he liked you back then?”

Bian Shu frowned. “Otherwise? You were only twelve that year, you might not even know how to write the word ‘macroeconomics,’ and you spent most of your time solving problems like chasing problems and rabbit-pigeon dilemmas. What’s there to like?”

Bian Ning: “…..”

Bian Ning slapped her chest, indignant. “It was me who wielded swords with him in the arena, and me who fought monsters and leveled up with him most of the time. Most of the time it was me, you only occasionally helped me queue up!”

Bian Shu wondered, “So it was me who guided him to complete the thesis, and it was you who wasted his time on completing the paper?”

Bian Ning let out a “ha”, glanced upward at a forty-five-degree angle, smiled scornfully, and pinched his waist: ” I bet you don’t even understand Sword Three”

Bian Shu, without a hint of sibling affection, issued an eviction order: “The college entrance examination is coming soon. Don’t hang around my office. Go study your genetics and molecular crystals.”

Bian Ning pursed her lips, confident, “If you dare, ask him who he really liked back then!”

Bian Shu glanced again at the now dimmed WeChat interface.

Sun Tianjiao must be feeling nervous chatting with him, thinking he was going to break the agreement, right?

Thinking about it, Bian Shu’s sinister pleasure grew.

He started typing.

【Can’t We Still Negotiate After Signing?】

Sun Tianjiao frowned, feeling helpless, and quickly replied.

【Of course, of course, just give me a time, I’ll be there on time.】

Bian Shu stared at the chat with Sun Tianjiao, his lips gradually smoothing out, a slight smile blending into the warm sunlight.

He couldn’t help but recall the memories buried deep in his mind five years ago. These memories were like a locked magic box, once inconspicuously sinking into the ground, but once triggered by a key, they surged out like turbulent waves, pouring all the details into his mind.

Back then, he was studying abroad, while Bian Ning was studying in China.

Because of the time difference, because new tasks were being launched in the game at any time, Bian Ning gave him her game account and password, asking him to help keep an eye on some events and rewards.

Most of the time, he was studying and working in the library while playing the game in the background.

To be honest, the background music of this game was quite pleasant.

Until Sun Tianjiao initiated a conversation with him.

At that time, Bian Ning was probably just an ordinary online friend to Sun Tianjiao, because Sun Tianjiao was obviously an experienced veteran player, while Bian Ning was just a simple-minded elementary school student with rudimentary equipment.

But after power-leveling together that day, Sun Tianjiao casually complained, “Ahhhhhh, my graduation project is making me bald! I might have less time to play in the future.”

Bian Shu also had two final papers to write at the time, so he could empathize with Sun Tianjiao’s feelings, and couldn’t help but speak up, comforting him using Bian Ning’s account.

“Keep it up, I’m busy with my thesis too.”

Perhaps because of their shared pain, the conversation suddenly opened up.

Sun Tianjiao: “Ah, it’s getting harder and harder to survive in Magic City. Who would have thought that there are so many classmates in the Finance Department who rely on their parents to write papers.”

Bian Shu raised an eyebrow. “You’re studying finance?” That made them colleagues.

Sun Tianjiao was sensitive about personal information and quickly covered up: “Ah, forget I said that. I’m just a finance department scrub.”

Bian Shu nodded thoughtfully, modestly saying, “Well, I’m also a finance scrub. But if you have any questions, you can discuss them with me.”

Sun Tianjiao, who had been feeling down all day, finally cheered up: “Hahaha, you’re really funny. What can two scrubs talk about?”

Bian Shu laughed too.

Later, Bian Shu learned that Sun Tianjiao was the top student in the Finance Department at F University, with almost perfect grades.

And later, Sun Tianjiao learned that Bian Shu was studying at the prestigious Wharton School of Business at UPenn, as a Chinese student, and even received a full scholarship.

So the two ‘scrubs’ happily communicated for a while, and Sun Tianjiao successfully completed his graduation project, while Bian Shu’s dull foreign academic life became a bit more interesting.

He occasionally received gifts from Sun Tianjiao, but he had never even played the game, nor did he understand the value of those things. He didn’t even know how many rare and precious items Sun Tianjiao had given to Bian Ning when she logged in, during the hundred-person battles.

Bian Shu just treated the game as another chatting app.

Until one day, Bian Ning, who increasingly relied on Sun Tianjiao’s relief, cried and complained that she had been abandoned by her trash master.

At the same time, Bian Shu realized that he had been abandoned by his trash online friend.

It was an extremely novel experience for him, because he had always been the one to refuse friend requests from others, and he had never been deleted by anyone.

Although he didn’t have Bian Ning’s fragile teenage heart, a certain fake scrub left a deep impression on him.

Did he delete him right after finishing the graduation project?

Bian Shu couldn’t say if he was angry or disappointed, but he was always restrained and locked this unexpected interaction deep in his memory.

After graduation, Bian Shu worked on Wall Street for two years, during which time many men and women asked him out on dates, but he always had a flash of the figure from Sword Three in his mind, and then he lost interest and rejected them.

Perhaps, as Bian Ning said, the game world can beautify emotions, and those who have played Swordsman Online cannot let go of their emotions inside.

Bian Shu snapped out of his reverie and dialed a number without a contact name.

Bian Shu: “I’m free this afternoon.”

Chen Jiang: “Hey, Mr. Bian, it’s not easy to ask you out, haha. Shall I book the venue for you? I heard you’re really good at golf, don’t forget to show me your skills.”

Bian Shu remained silent for a moment before saying lightly, “I might bring a friend with me.”

Chen Jiang: “Sure, sure, my nephew also wants to make friends with Mr. Bian. It’s indeed necessary for Mr. Bian to be accommodating regarding the ownership of the ground floor of those small districts in the development zone.”

Bian Shu chuckled. “Let’s talk more when we meet.”

Chen Jiang quickly replied, “Of course, of course, you’re busy.”

Actually, Chen Jiang was older than Bian Shu.

But after all, the Bian family was wealthy and powerful, and this time, it was his nephew who wanted to cooperate with Bian Shu, so he had to show sincerity.

Bian Shu hung up the phone and sent a message to Sun Tianjiao.

【2 o’clock in the afternoon, see you at the golf course.】

Sun Tianjiao sighed and closed WeChat with a heavy heart, then went to take a shower.

Every month, there were a few days when he felt like quitting his job because he hated capitalists.

Yesterday, he even said that Bian Shu was an open-minded person.

Open-minded my ass!

Who knows which little eunuch blew the pillow and let the high and mighty boss know that he had signed an expensive deal, and was now preparing to back out.

Sun Tianjiao washed his hair while quickly calculating in his head.

He can only allow 200,000 at most.

Once it exceeds two hundred thousand, even if it’s a knife to the neck, he can’t agree.

Anyway, the contract is signed, worst case scenario, they won’t cooperate next year.

At two o’clock in the afternoon, Sun Tianjiao took a taxi to Tangshan.

He had never negotiated business with anyone at a golf course before. It was too ostentatious and upscale. The millions he was talking about were not worth coming to a place like this.

The golf course was in the suburbs, with a large area and strict management. From a distance, after the exquisitely decorated service hall, there was a vast expanse of lush greenery.

The weather was a bit cloudy today, not glaringly bright, so it was a good time to play golf.

Sun Tianjiao took a deep breath, got out of the car, and stiffly moved to the door, politely saying to the gatekeeper, “Brother, I’m here to see someone.”

The gatekeeper glanced at him and chuckled, “Okay, let me have someone come out to pick you up.”

Sun Tianjiao was dumbfounded.

How could he let the big boss come out to greet him?

“I’m here to discuss business. Just let me in to see him. He knows.”

The gatekeeper, who was used to salespeople trying to sneak in with various excuses, had been complained about by senior members many times before due to lax supervision. After several rounds of rectification, people like this who clearly came to discuss business but didn’t come with the boss were absolutely not allowed in.

The gatekeeper said, “Sorry, we have rules. If no one comes to pick you up, you can’t enter, or you can buy a ticket.”

Sun Tianjiao asked, “How much is the ticket?”

The gatekeeper casually said, “Starting from ten thousand for a single game, including the electric cart fee.”

That demeanor, it was quite like that of a luxury store attendant.

Sun Tianjiao smiled.

He smiled gently, like a breeze and drizzle, “Ten thousand, huh? Other golf courses charge between five hundred and three thousand for a single game. I just glanced at the service content here, and it doesn’t seem to be particularly unique. Is it suspected of overcharging? I’ll call the regulatory bureau to confirm.”

The gatekeeper stiffened and quickly stopped him, “What I meant was the overall consumption. You don’t even have a golf club or clothes. Don’t you have to spend money to buy them? Our clubs here are all brand names.”

Sun Tianjiao said coldly, “How do you know I don’t have them? My assistant will bring them soon.”

The gatekeeper sneered, his face full of disdain.

That expression clearly showed that he didn’t believe Sun Tianjiao had an assistant.

As the manager of a top esports club, Sun Tianjiao earned quite a bit of money, and he could easily afford to become a member at this golf course. But he was from an ordinary family and loved money dearly, so he was unwilling to spend it on luxury consumption.

But that didn’t mean he was willing to be looked down upon.

Just as he was about to retort, a deep voice suddenly came from behind.

“Mr. Sun, here are your golf clubs and clothes.”

Sun Tianjiao’s whole body trembled, and he turned his head, only to see Bian Shu waving his hand and throwing him a heavy black package.

Immediately after, a luxury car slowly drove past, heading towards the parking lot.

Sun Tianjiao instinctively hugged the package to his chest and looked at him dumbfoundedly.

Inside the package were soft clothes and slender golf clubs, a complete set of equipment for playing.

Sun Tianjiao lowered his head again, glanced at the logo in the corner of his eye.

Titleist.

Damn!

He subconsciously held the club tighter, as if what he held in his hand was fragile porcelain.

The gatekeeper was very familiar with senior members, and Bian Shu looked like a wealthy and elite boss at first glance.

The gatekeeper quickly swiped his card to open the door, with a smile on his face, respectfully saying, “Please come in, it turns out that this gentleman is your friend.”

Bian Shu said lightly, “No, I’m his assistant.”

The gatekeeper: “…”

Sun Tianjiao: “…”

Mr. Bian is an open-minded person.

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