The person behind the camera fell into a dilemma.
On the one hand, he did recognize Song Jia, but on the other hand, he was unwilling to break the sacred rules. Just as he was hesitating, someone in the house leaned in front of the screen and shouted, "Hey, isn't this Song Jia? Open the door … No, don't open it first. Let's clean up."
After about three minutes, the electronic lock on the villa's door was unlocked. Song Jia opened the door, waved at Zhang Heng, and walked in. Zhang Heng followed behind her.
The two walked through the villa's front yard, where there was a small swimming pool, but it was probably frozen most of the time. It could only be used during the summer. Other than that, there was a Gundam made of old computers and various discarded parts. Behind the Gundam was a two-story building.
Before the two of them walked in, they heard clanking sounds coming from inside. One of them was even shouting, "Hurry, hurry, hurry, hurry … put the new magazines under the sofa. Whose shoes are these? Put them on the shoe rack."
However, when Song Jia and Zhang Heng walked in, the place had returned to its original state. Five young boys were sitting in the living room on the first floor. They had transformed the place into a workroom and a game room. Each of them had a computer and several screens. It was obvious that most of them came from well-to-do families, and their shoes and clothes were all limited edition.
"Why are you here at this hour?" One of the boys with a Beckham haircut stood up. He should be the villa's owner.
"Is there anything inconvenient for you at this hour?" Song Jia asked as she sat on the sofa.
The boys in the room instantly felt their hearts in their throats. One of them looked at the sofa cushion on Song Jia's left with a guilty conscience.
"No, there's nothing inconvenient about it. You know us, we just … we discuss technical problems together." Before the boy with the Beckham haircut could finish speaking, Song Jia pulled out a magazine from under the sofa cushion. The cover girl was scantily clad, and she posed in a very seductive pose.
"Russ bought it." In the end, the four of them immediately sold out the tall boy.
"I'm not your parent. I don't care what you're reading." Song Jia flipped through the magazine and put it down. She then pointed at Zhang Heng and said in English, "My friend wants to explore the no man's land. He needs a boat and a set of exploration equipment. Let's go with the acquaintance price."
"Not bad. Fortunately, you mentioned it early." The tall boy named Lars breathed a sigh of relief. "Because there's a high probability that there will be more tourists in the future. If the ship is booked, there's nothing I can do."
"Why?" Song Jia asked, "It's not the peak season yet."
"Originally, it didn't count, but didn't there suddenly appear an earthquake and a red aurora tonight? Someone posted the photos of the aurora online, and I noticed that the number of searches for hotels and air tickets in Greenland suddenly increased dozens of times."
"Is that so? Then I'll pay the original fare," Zhang Heng said.
"There's no need for that. Since he is Sister Song Jia's friend, we will definitely go with the acquaintance price. When we were caught hacking into the school's academic system, Sister Song Jia helped us plead with the principal. That's why we weren't expelled, "Lars said." Although I don't care, my parents will probably kill me if they find out. "
"It's not a problem if it's equipment for exploration. Give me your phone number, and I'll send you an address. You can go to the store and choose it yourself, or you can ask the staff to make it for you," another guy in a coconut shirt said.
"Well, business is over. It's time to relax." Song Jia waited for them to finish talking, clapped her hands, and turned to the boy with the Beckham haircut. "Lan, take out the stuff."
"Now?" Alan was stunned. "The party is held every Thursday and Sunday."
"Really? Isn't today Thursday?"
"Well, in theory, today is Thursday … but it's early Thursday morning, or Wednesday night," the boy in the coconut shirt said.
"Oh no, I drank a little too much tonight, and my brain is a little muddled. When I saw that it was Thursday on my phone, and it was dark outside, I brought my friends here. I was wondering why only the five of you were here. Where did the others go?" Song Jia rubbed her temples in distress.
"If you don't mind, you can wait here until night. There are a few guest rooms upstairs," Lan said.
"Thank you, but my friends have other plans. They will probably leave Nuuk tonight," Song Jia said.
Zhang Heng, however, did not care. "It's okay. You guys can have fun. I don't like to touch drugs anyway."
"No, no, no. You misunderstand. Our party is not the kind of party you think … It's very scientific and healthy," Lan explained. "We just use music, incense, and psychological hints to help you adjust your mood. It's equivalent to a mental massage to release your stress and negative emotions."
"I don't have any negative emotions," Zhang Heng said.
"…."
"In short, this thing has no side effects, and it will make you more focused and responsive. We do it regularly, and we won't lose our hair even if we stay up late," Russ said. "More and more people are joining us because of our fame. Some teachers even wanted to join us, but we rejected them. After all, we also want to make some new friends in this kind of gathering. So, it's better to focus on young people."
At this time, Song Jia spoke again, "In the bar, you told me that you were troubled by something. I can't give you an answer, but I can bring you here to relax. This … well, the emotional regulation class can calm your mind. Maybe it can help you see the choices you want to make. I didn't expect that I remembered the wrong time."
Lan scratched her head. "Actually, it doesn't matter. The reason why we set a time for the party is that we can get everyone together and finish it all at once. It's not harmful to do it too many times, but it's not very useful either. We can do it for two or three days at a time. If your friend is really in a hurry, I can also arrange a party for him alone."
"Really? I want one too," Song Jia said. "You don't know what I've been through today. I've accumulated a lot of psychological pressure, and I'm in desperate need of a mental massage."
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