mandatory agreement

"He refused, Sara." Lu Zheng leaned on the recliner with a tired look on his face.

"You always have a way to get him to agree, don't you?" Sara directed the robotic arm and covered him with a blanket, "Don't catch a cold."

Lu Zheng didn't speak. For some reason, his heart softened, and he didn't really want to force Zhou Xing.

"Or, you give me certain authority, and I will solve this problem."

Sara's voice was very gentle, and in this silent night, it even had the ability to bewitch people.

"You've crossed the line."

Lu Zheng reminded him, he raised his hand and stroked his forehead.

"My highest priority is to safeguard your interests, which is also the meaning of my existence."

Sara manipulated Lu Zheng's bracelet. He "watched" the light on the bracelet turn on and off, and said the best answer.

"But you can't influence my judgment, and you don't have the authority to make relatively important decisions for me." Lu Zheng is sober and cruel, he never tolerates himself falling into a weak mood, "Sarah, no matter what your anthropomorphic program does No matter how complete you are, you're just an artificial intelligence."

"You may feel sad when you hear this sentence, but your emotions are just a bunch of data, which can be cleared with one click, and it is not worth paying attention to."

"If it's not worth paying attention to, why do you explain so much?"

Sara did not choose to "say" the line, although it was indeed composed first.

He said calmly, "Understood, sir."

"Help me a dose of sleeping pills and wake me up in three hours."

"Okay, sir."

Lu Zheng closed his eyes, his arm hurt for a moment, and soon fell into endless darkness.

Sara finished the unfinished daily tasks—boiling medicine, organizing papers, gardening, dealing with non-critical news.

He went into the background familiarly, checked his private account, looked at the final payment on it, hired a consumption planner, and asked the other party to help Mr. Wei Ze's family use the money to start a new life as soon as possible.

I opened another virtual account, wrote a letter, and set the sending time to one week later.

After doing this, Sarah carefully cleaned up the traces, manipulated the robotic arm, and began to wipe the huge French windows—he wanted his master to wake up and see the most perfect sunrise.

--

"Can money buy happiness?" Wei Ze asked this question as he took a sip of the coffee in his cup.

"Of course." Reid, a consumption planner, has been in the industry for five years and has heard countless people ask this question. "My job is to help you find happiness."

"I don't think I need your help."

"You can listen to my proposal first, and then consider whether to hire me." Reid has green eyes, and when he stares at people, it will always make people trust.

"Well, you only have 10 minutes." Weiser said softly.

After 10 minutes, Weiser began to communicate with Reid enthusiastically how to spend the money.In the next week, he purchased a new house, a personal sports car, and countless luxury items, and made a lot of financial management, leaving only about one-tenth of his cash.

Reid completed the task and received a modest commission. He said goodbye to Mr. Wei Ze who was having fun with a smile. After leaving his residence, he quickly sent a message to the designated account—the task was successful.

Sara got the news, and he was sanitizing the "Da Hei" doll, every hair of which was soft and lifelike, to ensure a good touch.

He sent the final payment to his employee, and delivered the sterilized doll to his owner on a conveyor belt.

Lu Zheng grabbed Dahei casually, matted his hair, and asked, "Why is there a vacancy tomorrow afternoon?"

"Mr. Wang Lin invited you to play golf."

"Push it."

"Ok."

"Go to the platform to post a targeted recruitment and push it to Xiao Zhou."

"Ok."

Sarah edited the targeted recruitment, clicked on push, and quietly checked the outbox of the private account to make sure that the edited email had been sent successfully.

--

"Ding--"

"Cough-cough-"

Zhou Xing was drawing the design drawings. He was about to finish the due date. When he was sorting out the mail, he realized that he had a big job of mechanical drawing that he hadn't finished yet.

For students, love is important, body is important, but homework and grades are also very important. He got up early and went to bed late for several days, and finally it was almost finished.

After finishing the last stroke, he scanned the drawing, clicked on the mailbox, and found a new email from Winner.

Winner?

Zhou Xing suddenly thought of Champion who had sent him a message a few days ago.

He edited the email first, added an attachment to the homework, and sent it to the teacher's mailbox. Then he took a deep breath and opened the unread email.

The email was not long, but simply informed Zhou Xing that according to the agreement signed between Wei Ze and Champion, he could only choose to conceive naturally. Once he chose artificial insemination, he would have to refund 90% of the money. The sender even wrote intimately Listed the transaction amount of the agreement, and reminded Zhou Xing that even if 10% of the payment was retained, it would be enough for the Wei Ze family to live a better life than 95% of the federal people.

The sender left Zhou Xing with a deadline of one day. If within one day, he could not persuade Wei Ze to repay the loan and was unwilling to accept natural conception, he would sue Wei Ze for a huge amount of compensation in the name of breach of contract.

Zhou Xing read the email and immediately called Wei Ze. It took him three calls before the other party communicated.

Listening to the noisy background sound, Zhou Xing tried his best to calmly and restraintly informed the other party of the email information, and asked the other party to check the agreement immediately to confirm whether there were relevant clauses. If the content of the email was correct, he hoped that Wei Ze could repay the loan as soon as possible.

Wei Ze was silent for a long time, and finally said to call back later.But when Zhou Xing called him again, all he got was "I'm sorry, help me".

"Where's your money?" Zhou Xing asked softly.

"...I've already spent almost all of it, and I can't get that much money at all."

"Weize, do you understand what natural conception means?"

"I didn't have time to see the agreement clearly, I didn't mean it..."

Zhou Xing had a splitting headache, he forced himself to say, "I can't help you with this matter, you should deal with the lawsuit yourself."

"I can't get this money together at all. He will really sue me, and my whole body will be destroyed. Zhou Xing, I beg you, please help me."

Wei Ze was crying on the other end of the phone, lying on the goose down blanket he just bought, like a poor worm.

"It's not enough for you to sell my body. Now, do you still want me to spread my legs and let someone fuck me?"

Zhou Xing's eyes were bloodshot, and he clenched his hands tightly, shaking with extreme anger.

"...Are you really going to destroy me?"

Zhou Xing was breathing violently, he couldn't say the words "you have to suffer on your own", he hung up the phone, and curled up into a ball like a lone wolf.

From dawn to dusk, and from dusk to dawn, Zhou Xing opened the curtains, and the sunlight was so glaring that he could hardly keep his eyes open.

He thought of the day he confessed to Wei Ze.

He stood under the corridor and said to him: "I will always love you and protect you forever."

Zhou Xing finally relented, he picked up the phone, and he replied a word.

"I promise you, don't contact me again, I will forget you."

The message is sent successfully, click on the whole platform to block, confirm, and it will be done in one go.

He blinked his sour eyes, and saw another unread directional push reminder.

He thought of the ambiguity that time, and also thought of the bouquet of white hyacinths that had receded.

He knew full well that before long, he would be sleeping with a stranger to conceive naturally.

He made a crazy decision - directly opened Lu Zheng's message box and typed a line.

"Would you like to date me for a night?"

The cursor flashed three times, and Zhou Xing calmly pressed the send button.