November 2, 2017, New York City.

In the wee hours of the morning.

Tuk-tuk. There was a short knock on the door of the hotel.

"The masseur is here, I'll hang up first, and I'll talk to you after talking." Yu Xiaochun hurriedly ended the phone call with Yang Yiming, straightened up from the bed, got up and went to open the door.

"Wait a minute!"

Before removing the burglar chain from the door, he glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside table. 01:03。 It had been three hours since he called the "masseuse".

Who the hell is she?

1/

Three hours ago.

After the team ended the away game at Madison Garden Arena in New York, Yu Xiaochun, who returned to the hotel, quickly took out the note hidden in the mezzanine of his wallet. The number on it was written on the palm of his hand by Kalonsky II at the time, and he later carefully copied it onto paper and kept it away.

"She's in New York - no, Yang Yiming will use her soon." When writing down the number to Yu Xiaochun, Karonsky II only gave this pitiful hint, and then asked her who the owner of the number was, and he refused to say a word.

Perhaps the "use" mentioned by Kalonsky II is not the injury of Yang Yiming's dislocated left shoulder.

Whatever, it's coming. After staring at the number for several more minutes, Yu Xiaochun finally made up his mind and entered this ten-digit number on his mobile phone. Dial!

It took a long time for the phone to go through.

"Hello..." Hearing someone on the other side pick it up, Yu Xiaochun spoke first, ready to pour out the typed abdominal draft in one go.

"Khmer lady accompaniment. How can I help you? The voice on the other side was enthusiastic and distant, like those pretending to be attentive to the customer service call.

Escort service? Yu Xiaochun, who studied in the United States, understands the metaphor of these words - isn't this the kind of phone number on the small card stuffed under the crack of the domestic hotel door? How did Karonsky II give a special service hotline!

"Hello?" Seeing that he didn't speak, the voice on the other end of the phone was a little more sincere, "Are you still listening?" ”

"Hmm... A friend gave me your phone..."

"$50 by hand, 200 at a time, only cash, no overnight, no kisses." The other party regained his professional nonchalant accent - it was indeed an answering call.

"You misunderstood," Yu Xiaochun tried to bring the topic to a new track, "That friend who introduced you is called Scott." Scott-Kalonsky II. ”

The other side became silent.

"Hello?"

"So you're that kind of guest..."The other party broke the silence and spit out a string of words, "Hypnosis massage is 500 US dollars once, and you can only come to the door." You're in the hotel, right? Call me from the landline in my room. ”

"I just want to talk..."

The phone has been disconnected.

2/

At this time, the woman standing outside the door of the room was not tall, like a Southeast Asian appearance, her skin had a healthy wheat color that had been exposed to the sun for a long time, and her plump body was quite the style of European and American women, convex and backward, very sexy. Under the short green fur jacket is a short black skirt with a straight neckline, a pair of pointed boots, and a slender heel about seven or eight centimeters high.

"You're the masseur..."

"You're the friend introduced by the old man Kalonsky?" The woman only glanced at Yu Xiaochun, then swaggered into the room, threw the fur on her body on the sofa chair, and a strong smell of perfume came to her face, "Call me Nina." ”

"Hello Nina, my name is Yu Xiaochun." Plugging the door back in, he walked back into his room and introduced himself.

"There's a guard on the Brooklyn Bridge -- the terrorist attack two days ago was a big deal, and it was delayed."

"Ah, that's okay."

Before Yu Xiaochun's words of relief fell, Nina immediately added, "The taxi fare is 37 US dollars, and we will calculate it together in a while." ”

"This..."The woman in front of her is really inseparable from the word money in three sentences.

"Cash ready?"

"Hmm..."Yu Xiaochun took out five hundred-dollar bills he had just taken out from the drawer of the TV cabinet. He earns $3,500 a month with the Rockets, because he has only been here for less than a month, and the salary he received at the end of last month is less than half, and the $500 is already a large part of it.

"Put it there." Nina motioned for Koharu to put the money next to her coat as she prepared to untie the boots on her feet.

"Actually..."

"What are you doing there? Hurry up and undress - I can't do anything you wear so much. Which of your shoulders hurts? When others heard the obscene conversation, she said it very lightly and ordinarily.

"Actually, I just wanted to talk to you."

"Let's talk?" Nina stopped what she was doing and looked at him in disbelief, "You called me from New Jersey just to talk?" ”

"Well, I can pay for $500." Yu Xiaochun felt that only by mentioning the topic of money could this woman be impressed.

"Come on, you can talk," Nina looked up at her watch, "two o'clock." You have three quarters of an hour left. ”

"I'll cut it short then."

Let's talk about it. She grabbed a bottle of distilled water from the fridge, walked to the window, and sat down along the window.

"Take my boots off for me."

3/

The conversation between Yu Xiaochun and the barefoot woman for the next three quarters of an hour was not easy at all.

"Actually, when I called from my landline just now, I said that the person with a dislocated shoulder was not me."

"I can see it."

"But you said a dislocation can be recovered in three days?"

Nina nodded.

"Are you sure? The doctor said that a month of recovery was needed. ”

"Believe it or not." She didn't seem to care, turned her head to look out the window and said, "That old man didn't tell you clearly? ”

"Kalonsky II only gave me this number," Yu Xiaochun held up the note with the number written in his hand, "said I should visit, it happened that the team was in New York, so I called you." ”

"Oh."

But he didn't say any more details.

"He's like that, mysterious."

"Hmm."

There was a long silence.

"So your friend is a player?" This time Nina spoke first.

"Well, Team Rocket, Yang Yiming." Yu Xiaochun flipped out a photo of Yang Yiming's competition from his mobile phone and showed it to her from afar.

"I don't know." Nina just glanced casually.

There was silence again.

"So he's rich, isn't he?"

"No... He's a rookie this year, just arrived in the NBA. Yang Yiming signed a rookie contract with the Rockets, and although his income is much higher than Yu Xiaochun's, it is still far from the league's top stars.

"Oh."

"But..."Yu Xiaochun suddenly had an idea, he raised the decibel slightly and said, "He may be very rich in the future." ”

"Really?" He could hear the almost imperceptible tremor in Nina's voice.

"Hmm." His tone was more affirmative, and he stood up and walked from the side of the bed to the floor-to-ceiling window. Avoiding Nina's gaze and looking into the depths of the sleepless city again, he decided to give it a go.

"That's why Kalonsky II introduced you to me."

"That old man can say..."In the suddenly silent room, Yu Xiaochun seemed to be able to hear Nina's saliva, "Yang Yiming may become one of the best players in the NBA in the future." ”

Silent.

"Okay, I can help your friend take a look." She relented, "The ticket is billed first." ”

The negotiation is done!