Ghost Machine

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Old Tan isn't old; he's only in his early forties and is considered a senior human resources expert at Jinda Group. Not long ago, the former HR manager was promoted, and looking across the entire group, you really couldn't find many with more experience than him.

Although he doesn't strive for fame or fortune, it was only natural that things should fall into place.

Old Tan is also getting old; he's started showing signs of aging recently. Just when almost everyone was planning to congratulate Old Tan, the boss hired a beautiful overseas returnee, Li Yuqi, supposedly an MBA from the UK, who directly took the position, snatching the prize from his grasp.

So be it; it's always been others taking things from him. Colleagues laugh at his cowardice, the boss praises his obedience, but Tan Wenguang is used to it. He's gotten by like this for years, keeping a low profile. Can't he get over this little hurdle? He'll just silently suffer in silence, not daring to complain loudly to the boss.

But that wretched woman, Li Yuqi, seemed determined to make things difficult for him. From the moment she arrived, she wouldn't leave him alone, vehemently despising him and constantly belittling his professional abilities. She said his brain was rusty, outdated, and his proposals were fit for a museum. Even more outrageous, she publicly mocked his appearance, calling him short and thin, "uglier than a monkey," and "an unwanted old relic."

Sure, Li Yuqi is a beauty, with a stunning figure, and a head taller than me. As a man, that's certainly frustrating. Does that give her the right to trample on a man's dignity? Besides, even my boss is so much younger than me. Doesn't she know how to respect elders?

Thinking of this, Lao Tan couldn't help but shed tears, his knuckles white as he gripped his briefcase.

The walk home from work felt incredibly long, a long stretch that filled him with despair, a long stretch that made him feel utterly lost. The gloomy, overcast weather only served to emphasize this point.

It was getting darker and darker, and for some reason, the streetlights weren't on. Evening was darker than night, with small whirlpools in the air, sending fallen leaves and scraps of paper flying. The shops had closed early, and the streets were deserted except for Tan Wenguang.

Old Tan, oblivious to the changes around him, walked slowly with his head down, lost in his chaotic thoughts.

The worst part was today. That guy surnamed Li had seized on a small problem, summoned him to his desk, given him a severe scolding, and even threatened to deduct a quarter's performance bonus. One was a fierce, scolding father, the other meek and submissive, looking utterly defeated. To make matters worse, the chairman, unusually, happened to be passing by the HR department for an inspection and witnessed the whole scene. He even patted Tan Wenguang on the shoulder with a smile, saying, "Old Tan, what's wrong with you? You need to accept your age."

Tan Wenguang was left speechless with despair.

At the company, the chairman had always expressed his admiration for Lao Tan, affectionately calling him "Wen Guang" whenever they met. Now, he was being called "Lao Tan" and had to "accept his age." Good heavens, had he even lost the chairman's trust? Was his future in the company completely over? That Li woman must have planned this all along, clearly playing him, intentionally framing him.

Li Yuqi, you bitch, you stole what belonged to me and are now trying to destroy everything I have. Given the chance, I'll definitely make you pay!

Lao Tan silently screamed, his eyes behind his black-rimmed glasses burning red with resentment.

Dense dark clouds rapidly gathered above Lao Tan's head, lightning flashed, a series of thunderclaps boomed, and torrential rain poured down.

In a panic, Lao Tan put his briefcase on his head and fled. The rain seemed to have eyes, chasing after him and instantly soaking him.

Everywhere was dark, except for a faint light ahead.

Tan Wen Guang stumbled into the room, the torrential rain roaring behind him. Tan Wenguang let out a long breath, took off his glasses, wiped them with a tissue from his briefcase, and put them back on. The world finally cleared, and he found himself in an old-fashioned Chinese general store, its location unknown.

A thin, goatee-covered old man sat behind an old desk near the door, displaying writing implements, staring intently at him with his large, serious eyes—a look that perfectly matched the store's style. Tan didn't understand why the old man was staring at him, but then realized he had brought in rainwater and soaked a large area of the floor. He could only awkwardly say, "I'm sorry, old man."

The old man seemed unable to speak, looked at him for a moment, then picked up a brush and wrote a few large characters: "Buying something?"

"I...hehe, just browsing, can I take shelter from the rain?"

The old man wrote again, "Please feel free." Then he lowered his head to look at his vertically formatted books, ignoring Tan completely.

Tan thought to himself, it's rare to find such an old-fashioned person in modern society. The rain was pouring down harder and harder, with no end in sight. He stood there for a while, feeling bored, and started wandering around the shop.

The shop wasn't big, only about twenty square meters, crammed with goods. The lighting wasn't very bright either; a long wire hung from a bare light bulb, swaying in the wind and casting long and short shadows all around. Tan Wenguang looked at them, seeing all sorts of old items, with carvings from the Ming and Qing dynasties and the Republic of China period. He wasn't sure if they were genuine or not, and he wasn't very interested. However, in a corner, he found something that looked like a vending machine. Although it was clumsy and decorated with late Qing dynasty patterns, it was ultimately a modern contraption that could be powered and had an automatic dispensing mechanism.

This vending machine, neither quite an antique nor particularly trendy, piqued Lao Tan's interest, prompting him to examine it closely.

The vending machine was indeed quite unusual; its overall shape resembled a clown's face. Its left eye was a small LCD screen, barely wide enough to display a few lines of text, with the inscription "Think thrice before you act" in small Chinese characters above it. Its right eye was a row of number keys. Its nostrils were unusually large, with oval openings inscribed in Chinese characters: "Inlet" and "Retrieval," which were essentially mouths. These large, upturned mouths were large enough to fit an adult, both blocked by drooping metal plates. Tan Wenguang tried pushing open the plates to peek, but it was pitch black and he couldn't see anything. Instead, a gust of cold wind rushed out, sending shivers down his spine.

Lao Tan quickly let go and went around to the back of the machine. Apart from an exceptionally thick cable buried in the ground, there was nothing else. He tugged at it, but it wouldn't budge; it seemed to be buried deep and securely.

What could this thing possibly sell? This thought grew stronger, tempting him relentlessly.

Old Tan glanced furtively at the old man, who was engrossed in his book and completely ignored him.

His finger hovered over the start button, then hesitated. "Think before you act," he thought. "What's the danger? It can't explode, can it? Even if it were a bomb, judging by the machine's age, it's long past its expiration date. Just a quick look and then turning it off—no one's going to die, right?" The machine started. The screen flashed green a few times, displaying several lines of glowing green text: "Welcome to the Human Vending Machine. Press 1 to enter operation, press 2 for help, press 3 to return to the previous menu, and press 4 to exit the system."

A human vending machine?!

"2."

The words on the screen kept changing, and Old Tan's eyes widened, as if he had entered a magical world.

According to the machine's own description, it could sell any human organ or even an entire person. If there was a specific target, the target's name and date of birth, as well as something from their body, such as a hair or blood, were required. At the same time, the customer would have to pay a corresponding price to obtain it. Cash is not accepted here; it's all barter. One principle is exchange of what you have. For example, if you want someone's head, you have to exchange your own. Another is exchanging your bodily fluids. The machine automatically calculates how many milliliters of fluid are needed for each organ. "

That's outrageous! Can this really work?"

Old Tan didn't believe it at all, but entered the system out of curiosity. He quickly found himself in a number maze, constantly being asked multiple-choice questions, such as "male" or "female," "whole" or "partial," "upper limb" or "lower limb." The upper limb is further divided into "head," "chest," "abdomen," and "hand." And if you want a part of the chest—"left breast" or "right breast"—you'll need to pay the price of "150 milliliters of bodily fluid."

Breast! The two green words that suddenly popped up made Old Tan's glasses flash. A picture flashed before his eyes of Li Yuqi's high-end business dress and her prominent breasts. "Then there must be a vulva too." Sure enough, there was a price, including a quote. Based on the principle of barter, two prices were listed: one was to exchange one's own [missing information - likely a woman's genitals], which Old Tan thought to himself, "Who would do that? Only a fool would do that." The other was 250 milliliters of bodily fluids. "I, Old Tan, can exchange a few shots of my thick semen for Li Yuqi's cunt. It's not a bad deal, is it?"

Old Tan's face flushed, his breathing quickened, and then he shook his head with a laugh. "250, haha, believing this thing is truly 250. It's only good for fooling children."

Just then, Yu decided to stay, so she turned off the machine, said goodbye to the old man, who had fallen asleep in his chair.

Stepping outside, he discovered that the small shop was located at the end of a narrow alley between two skyscrapers, the only one of its kind. The alley was dark and damp; it was a wonder it had managed to stay afloat.

Everyone in the company knew that Li Yuqi was the cat and Old Tan was the mouse. Whenever they heard the familiar rhythmic tapping of high heels on the floor, Old Tan would cower behind his seat like a mouse, afraid to show his face.

As the saying goes, what you fear most is what will happen. During his morning snack, Lao Tan made himself a cup of instant coffee and was about to return to his seat when he suddenly heard the clatter of high heels behind him. Startled, he turned too quickly and bumped headfirst into Li Yuqi's soft chest, spilling every last drop of coffee onto her beige suit.

Like a bolt from the blue, this unexpected turn of events stunned both of them. Li Yuqi reacted first, letting out a scream, her pretty face flushed red. She mustered all her strength and slapped Lao Tan hard, knocking his glasses to the ground and smashing them to pieces. She rushed towards the restroom, her teeth still clenched as she yelled, "Tan Wenguang, I'm not done with you!"

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