Chapter 33: Spiritual opium

"It's not that she's not worth it, but that I'm not worth it."
How much cherishment the other party has.
But if you don't have the ability to bear it, don't expect it from the other party. This is Hunter's standard.
"Come to Red Bull. We will give you an annual salary of € 750,000, which is three times that of Marcus."
Irving said.
Hunter's eyes widened, he felt like he was hearing.
"What? Seven hundred fifty thousand euros?"
"The penalty is borne by Red Bull." Irving put a smile back.
This guy is serious.
At this time, the opposite man in the suit again bid for $ 90,000.
"One hundred thousand dollars." Irving continued to clasp Hunter's wrist, held his hand, and coldly glanced at the opposite suit man, wiping his neck sharply.
The other swallowed and wanted to continue to ask for prices. Irving raised his eyebrows, but the other party still did not speak.
Hunter's old blood spurted out.
"Hey ... enough, Owen ..."
"Join the Red Bull team and be my teammate, this 100,000 dollars is invited as the team manager Mr. Hanks." Owen smiled crookedly, like a very beautiful old fox.
Hunter was stupid, and then he realized that he was going through the first dig in his life.
"According to your performance at these stations, if you continue to earn points, it is very likely that the annual salary after tax is more than one million euros. You can buy your house back soon."
Hunt still had a look of wondering what was going on.
"Do you know that the most important factor in determining a driver's ranking is no longer the driver's technology?" Irving asked.
"I know. It's the performance of the car."
"The Marcus team is very weak, and their power unit development is lagging behind the big team. If you really want to win Formula One someday, you need a stronger backing. Now Red Bull team reaches out to you With the olive branch, how do you decide? "
"Do you really think it's a good time to discuss this?" Hunt's frown frowned.
The strength of the Red Bull team is indeed much stronger than the Marcus team, neither technical support nor financial support is on a level.
"I think now is the best time-when your willpower is weakest."
"If my answer is 'No', I'll pay the 100,000 dollars myself, right?"
No wonder Donald had asked him to be careful about Owen.
"It's okay, I'll still ask you." Owen reached out and squeezed Hunter's cheek. "I'm not such a mean person."
I'd rather you be so stingy.
"So, what's the answer?" Irving asked with a sideways look.
At this time, the host of the auction announced to the guests that Nikki belonged to Hunter.
"You know that at the lowest point in my life, the Marcus team gave me the only goal to survive. I can quit F1, but I can't leave the Marcus team, at least not now."
Owen looked into Hunter's eyes, lowered his head, and smiled.
That smile didn't know if it was helpless, admiration or laughing at Hunt's childishness.
"Well, I can take you out to play, I still find it very interesting." Irving took out the checkbook smartly, wrote the numbers smoothly, folded it into a paper plane and flew it to the waiter who came to receive the check Raw.
"That's it?" Hunt now suspected that Irving had just said that the Red Bulls were going to dig corners was just a bad joke.
"that's it."
The dark-haired girl nestled beside Irving, and the two had a slow but emotional kiss. He covered her ears and didn't know what to say, and the other party began kissing his cheek and his neck.
It seems that Owen is a master sister who is not inferior to Donald.
Nikki headed for Hunter, and twitched his fingers lightly over his collar, raised his chin, meaning "Let's go".
The corner of her lightly lip was a silent temptation, and Hunter was pulled away by her.
There are countless rooms inside the club.
Nikki's fingertips nudged slightly on a door and opened.
She turned around, wrapped around Hunter's neck, and walked inside.
Hunt looked into her eyes, only feeling that the world was far away.
"Hey, Hunter, I said about joining Red Bull. Are you sure?"
Irving took his female companion and stopped in front of Hunt's room.
"Sorry. I will give you back $ 100,000, although it may be a little later, after I get the dividend."
In his heart, Nikki's expectation really cannot be measured by money.
Owen's eyes dangled, and the smile on his lips carried a hint of evil that made Hunt suddenly uneasy.
"Then enjoy your beasts well. These three hours are non-refundable!"
"what?"
Without waiting for Hunter to return, Owen kicked Hunter's door with his toes.
Niki turned and smiled at Hunter.
Hunt found Nikki tall.
He was 178 centimeters himself, and Niki was wearing high heels, almost five centimeters faster than herself.
She lowered her eyes and looked at Hunter, with a smile on her lips, and there was some sort of dazzling look in her eyes.
Hunter swallowed subconsciously, Nikki's hands rested on his shoulders, took Hunter a half circle, and gently pushed him towards the bed hanging behind the veil.
When Hunter's back knee was against the mattress, Nikki suddenly pushed Hunter hard. Hunter could have stood still, but Nikki turned her face and kissed. , Fell down.
Nikki smiled and sat on Hunter's body, clutching his neck, still lowering his head to look at him: "When you stand on top, you think you are especially cute."
Hunt froze, crooked his head and asked with certainty: "Your ... how do you sound like a man?"
Nikki rested her forehead on Hunter's forehead, and replied, "Because I was a man."
"What?" Hunt opened his eyes and looked at each other.
He felt he heard it wrong!
Nicky lifted Hunter's finger and touched his throat, which was clearly a man's throat.
The problem is ... why didn't you realize it just now!
"Before you came, didn't you know that the theme of this party was beauty and the beast?" Nikki smiled and turned her face to lean on Hunter.
But Hunter supported his shoulders: "I know the theme of the party is beauty and the beast, but you obviously wear a skirt ... and high heels! And ..."
"This is the interesting place. All the VIPs who performed on stage were all dressed as women who we found attractive. We showed the most attractive gestures and see how many people can be fascinated?"
So ... the players on the stage are the players, and the players on the stage are the only ones who are being played?
Niki ... Ah, that's right, it should be said that Niki reached out her finger and gently pinched Hunt's chin: "The real woman is of course the beauty. And like me ..."
"Is it a beast?" Hunter answered subconsciously.
"Bingo." Nicky pressed his weight against Hunt.
Hunt, however, supported himself steadily.
He finally understood why Owen said, "These three hours are non-refundable."
"Sorry." Hunter's hands clasped Nicky's waist, pushing him hard away from himself.
"Hey, you look depressed, but you are so focused when you look at me offstage. I thought you knew I was a man."
"I don't know, sorry. I was tricked ..."
Hunt hugged his knees depressedly, trying to hide his face.
Nicky sat aside, holding his arms, looking at the top of Hunter's head, and said, "I feel like I've been tricked? I'm sorry I'm not a woman, making you feel sick?"
"No ... no. It's not you who play me ..."
It's Irving.
Hunter now finally understands why Irving asked him if he joined the Red Bull team before the answer was ok.
If he accepted it, Owen might gloat and tell him that Nicky was male.
But he refused, and this was Owen's revenge.
"You were really beautiful when you were on stage. I don't regret thinking you are beautiful."
Nicky froze and smiled: "Hey, then you really plan to sit here like this and wait until the end of three hours? You know that once the door is closed, it won't open in less time ..."
"It doesn't matter." Hunt still held his knees and lowered his head.
"Then you know, if we foul, we can end it early?" Nicky leaned into Hunter's ear and asked softly, "Are you sure you don't want to try?"
Nicky's breath lingered in Hunter's ears, and his voice was long and light.
"No need to."
"But I think."
Nicky turned his face to the side and reached out the tip of his tongue. He was about to touch Hunter's ear, but was hurriedly pushed by it.
Nicky almost fell down, which made his ridiculous expression chill: "Hey, you're really ruthless. Why don't you just say you hate me? Or do you think I'm the sissy outside? Imp, I It's the one above. "
"Sorry, I didn't control my strength. I just didn't want to do this ... because for me, there are things that I can't try."
Hunt didn't know how to explain it, but he felt he hurt Nikki's pride.
"Because I'm a man, you're afraid you will bend." Nicky said in an ironic tone.
"No! It's because your eyes are like him!"
Hunter shouted anxiously.
"Eyes? Like who?"
Hunt scratched his head and wondered how he could blurt out. But no matter what, piracy that will allow Irving to spend $ 100,000 will not hurt anyone except him.
"My most important friend."
"Oh, the most important friend of a man in general is also a man. Does his eyes look good?" Nicky still didn't believe what Hunter said, thinking he just didn't want these three hours to be too embarrassing.
"Yeah, he's a man. But his eyes are really good. His eyes are blue, like the color of a frozen transparent ocean and refracted by sunlight." Hunter said seriously.
Nicky looked at Hunter, and the anger under his eyes gradually disappeared. He pulled the silicone breast pad out of his clothes a little rudely, kicked off his high heels, sat cross-legged in front of Hunter, and supported his chin. Looking at Hunter from the bottom up.
"and then?"
That's a bit of a drag expression.
Hunter covered his eyes and said in a mournful voice: "My God ... you are really a man ... I didn't even realize it at all!"
"Because I'm good at acting." Nicky lifted Hunter's hand from his eyes, a proud smile on his face. "Don't be upset, just enjoy the moment. We are locked in it anyway, and you don't want to Doing violations allows us to leave early, so we have to chat and kill time. "
Heng turned away and laughed.
"Okay ... what are you talking about?"
"Talk to the man who has eyes that resemble me. I want to know more."
"Actually, if you look closely, your eyes are not so similar. Nicky, your eyes make me think your world is simple."
"If it were simple, it wouldn't be so easy to lie to you."
"You just use your charm as a playground but he is different. Sometimes I feel I know him well, sometimes ... I don't know anything."
"But you think he matters?"
"Because ... he gave me a goal, he made me brave, he made me face what I didn't dare to face, even if he showed me only part of him, but I still think he is irreplaceable. My time ... seems like it's time to go back and not know him. "
"The man is really terrible." Nicky poked Hunter's eyebrow with his finger.
"why?"
"Because he is your spiritual opium, you are addicted. You should quit him." Nicky said seriously.
"Since I'm my most important friend, I don't think I have to quit dependence on him. This is what it is like between people. If no one can rely on it, it looks mentally strong and independent ... but it is Lonely. "Hunt said to Nicky with a smile.
Nicky looked at Hunter, and after a few seconds of silence, stretched out his hand to him: "My name is Viven Nicky. Although I have no temptations to develop today, I don't know you to practice women It ’s a waste of time to walk and three months in high heels. "
Hunt froze, then smiled, and took his hand: "Hello, I'm Evan Hunt. You successfully attracted my attention, which at least proves that you practice women's walking and high heels Three months is definitely not a waste of time. "
Nicky laughed heartily.
The two began to talk about the sky without any worries, and were surprised to find that they had both graduated from the same middle school.
"My God! You turned out to be the little freckled little freckles!"
"You know me, but why don't I remember you?"
"Maybe you will be impressed when I remove my makeup."
At this time, in the monitoring room, all the monitoring images were switched to Hunter's room.
Grim man looking at every frame with his arms crossed.
"Sir, do we need to open the door and let them out?" A security officer asked.
"No, they didn't break the rules."
"So, don't we need to monitor other VIP rooms? What if something violates club rules?"
"Switch it."
His voice was like frost.
All the surveillance images began to change, leaving only the display in the corner where Hunter was bracing his chin and whispering something to Nicky.
And the man's gaze was always staring at that display.
Until the end of three hours, the door made a soft noise and popped open.
Hunter stretched out and said with a smile, "It's finally time to go out!"
"Ah ... I don't want to wear high heels at all, my feet hurt." Nicky glanced at Hunter's shoes. "It's better to wear yours."
"It can be, but I will never wear your shoes!"
Nicky laughed.
When Hunter opened the door and walked out wearing socks, he found that Irving was passing by his female companion.
He whistled at Hunt.
Suddenly, a fire burned from Hunt's heart to the top of his head. He rolled up his sleeves and hurried forward, smashing into the other's face.
"Lawrence Owen-you die!"
Irving's companion was scared to hide behind him, and he seemed to have anticipated Hunter's reaction long ago, and his palm firmly blocked Hunter's fist.
"My dear, guess, who is waiting for you to go home by the door of the club now?"
Owen squinted and smiled.
"Who?"
Hunt looked at the other person's smile, and suddenly his back became cold.
Shouldn't this guy notify his team?
"Van Winston. Aren't you good friends? You can share this pleasant experience with him. Maybe he can choke me on the Suzuka Circuit like choking Maddie."
"Hey, what do you mean! I don't need Winston to me off! Believe me or not I'll choke you at this stop!"
"This stop is difficult. Your performance is too far from mine. I'm afraid that when I really retreat, you won't even have a chance to compete with me in the corner."
Having said that, Irving kissed the top of the companion's head comfortably, and walked away holding him.
How arrogant his back looks.
"Do you know, I used to think this guy looks good!" Hunt pointed his thumb at the other party.
Nicky shrugged: "Lawrence Irving is famous in this club and he is one of the shareholders. There are many men who beat him because of his good-looking face and the first-class figure of a racer, but he really only treats women Interested, bad character, strong revenge. Don't tell me, are you friends with him? "
"Ghosts are friends with him!"
Hunter's voice dropped, and Owen, who had reached the end of the corridor, suddenly turned his head and added: "Oh-I forgot to tell you, when I called Vann Winston to pick you up, three hours ago. "
Hunt froze there.
Immediately afterwards, the cell phone in his pocket rang, and looking at the displayed name, Hunter almost dropped the phone to the floor.
"Hey ... Winston ..." Hunt was so nervous that he was guilty again and couldn't speak for a long time.
I don't know if Irving's is nonsense to Winston.
"Isn't the party over yet?" Winston's voice was as usual, as if not angry.
"It's over ... I'm leaving soon ... hahaha!"
"Lawrence Irving called and told me to come back to the hotel with you, and he had other things."
"Oh ... that's how he told you?" Hunt asked tentatively.
"Otherwise you want him to tell me you spent $ 100,000 sitting in the room with a man for three hours to fall in love?"
Winston's tone was still so smooth, but Hunt felt the world was falling apart.
"I ... deceived by Irving ..."
Hunter hasn't felt this crying for a long time.
"I'll wait for you at the club entrance. Come out."
Hunt sighed long and waved back to Nikki: "Hey, my friend is coming back to me. Goodbye."
"Bye." Nikki waved his hand.
When Hunter went away, he looked down and looked at the shoes under his feet.
At the end of the corridor, the waiter of the club approached and the host of the party pushed the door open for him.
This made Hunt feel twisted.
These people weren't so ... polite?
The waiters at the door said "Welcome to the next time" to the other VIPs who left, but they just said "Goodbye" to him.
"Can't I come again in the future?" Hunt frowned, looking at one of the young waiters, dissatisfied.
Is it because his annual salary is only a fraction of that of Lawrence Irving?
"Of course we welcome you next time ..."
"It's pretty much the same." Hunt felt his nose and walked out.
"If the boss agrees."
The latter sentence added that Hunter didn't hear.
At the door of the clubhouse, a black Ferrari supercar was parked, and the license plate number was familiar.
Winston wore sunglasses, put one hand on the door, and turned his face to Hunter's jaw.
That posture ... It's a pity that there is no photographer, otherwise it would be Ferrari's best advertising picture.
"Hey ..." Huntela opened the door and sat in.
Winston said nothing, but just pulled the car out of the clubhouse.
"The guy from Irving said he called you three hours ago ... have you been waiting long?"
"Are you having fun?" Winston didn't answer Hunt, but asked him another question.
"How can I be happy! I ... I ... I'm being played by Lawrence Owen anyway!"
Hunt couldn't tell Winston at all about treating men as women.
The author has something to say: salted egg time:
Winston: I wanted to give you the color, but I didn't expect you to confess to me while having an affair.
Hunter: Where do I have it!
Winston: Who said "his eyes are blue, like the color of a frozen transparent ocean, refracted by sunlight"?
Hunter: There are more blue eyes! Don't narcissistic!
Winston: Who said, "He gave me the goal, he made me brave, he made me face what I didn't dare to face, even if he showed me only part of him, but I still think He is irreplaceable "?
Hunter: Marcus gave me goals too!
Winston: Okay, I see. The next chapter gives you a little color.
Hunter: ...