Chapter 1274: Cultivating geniuses
"Guest or staff, I wonder..." Yang Qing thoughtfully murmured as he reached out for the mungbean cakes, dipping one into the peanut chili sauce before taking a bite. He took a brief pause to savor the flavor, his thoughts gathering once more.
"As for Bai Chen..." he continued as he examined the floor again. The more he looked, the more it felt like this was likely the place where the exchange—or whatever it was the kidnapper wanted him for—had occurred.
The message left behind hadn’t told him which floor to go to when he arrived, which likely meant the kidnapper already knew exactly which floor Bai Chen would be taken to the moment he arrived.
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Maybe the same thing that happened to him had happened to Bai Chen—that Madame Cai Shan or Sun Biya had told him he met the standards of the fourth floor and led him here. And once he was here, he would have realized how conducive this place was—at least where a ransom exchange was concerned.
Come to think of it, I never really did ask about the conditions for being allowed entry into this floor... thought Yang Qing, his brows furrowing slightly before relaxing once more.
He decided he’d bring it up the next time Sun Biya came around with the next set—something he increasingly felt was bound to happen sooner than he or she likely anticipated, given how unexpectedly flavorful the dishes were.
Out of temptation, he found himself deliberating another matter as he popped another mungbean cake into his mouth. After a few thoughtful chews, he made up his mind: he might as well order two more sets on top of the ones he already ordered.
Nodding to himself as excitement and anticipation welled up inside him, his movements came to a pause.
His attention shifted from the plates of food crowding his table to the go tile now pressed between his left fingers.
"Let’s see what they have," he murmured with a flicker of amusement in his tone as he playfully moved the tile from finger to finger until it finally came to rest in his palm.
Before pouring his spiritual sense into it, Yang Qing reached for the teapot and poured himself a cup of frost plum and osmanthus infusion tea.
The sweet scent wafted up gently, prompting him to take a sip first, savoring it... before finally turning his attention back to the tile.