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Genius Artist - Replacement of the White Moonlight for the Rich CEO
Since he had no need to meet with Huo Qi for a period of time, Lu Shijin didn’t need to pretend to be obedient.
Before he went to the bar, Lu Shijin first changed his style.
If the original host’s gentle and elegant temperament resembled Ruan Siheng, then Lu Shijin’s current image had nothing in common with the artist.
The original host’s smooth black hair was dyed into turquoise, and the enchanting peach blossom eyes turned him from an innocent white bunny to a little disco wolf.
The bar lights at ten were blurred, the dark and light intermixing. Both men and women were on the dance floor, dancing and swaying to the noisy music. The air was filled with the scent of alcohol and perfume, paralyzing the olfactory nerves. Even the responses from other senses were slowed. The atmosphere made people want to leave all their thoughts behind and simply indulge.
Lu Shijin sat by himself in a corner of the bar. There were already five or six empty glasses beside him. Finishing the glass in his hand, Lu Shijin snapped his fingers at the bartender, asking for another whiskey. It was clear that he came to the bar to get drunk.
711 was very worried, “Don’t drink so much, if you get drunk, no one’s sending you home.”
Lu Shijin twitched his lips, “Don’t worry, I, your brother, have never been drunk. This bit of alcohol is far from my tolerance.”
711 could more or less understand Lu Shijin’s current emotions.
He had already died aggrieved, but now, after his death, he has to live aggrieved again in this type of story. No one would be happy in his situation.
But Lu Shijin could be considered the most adaptive host it’s had. It once had a couple of hosts who were rejected by the protagonist the moment they met, forcing 711 to put in great efforts to correct everything.
So as long as Lu Shijin obediently acted accordingly with the plot, it was quite willing to help him. After all, Lu Shijin’s attitude was much more pleasing than those hosts, who only knew how to submit.
Lu Shijin raised his glass and finished his drink, subconsciously sighing, “Today’s wine I drink today, for you never know what will happen next!”
“Well said!” A hand reached out from his back and settled on his shoulder, “This kind of unrestrained feeling from a handsome young man is the best, I’ll pay for your drinks tonight.”
Lu Shijin didn’t look back, setting his glass down with moderate strength and coldly spoke, “Hand, off.”
“Oh, pretty feisty.” The man retracted his hand and sat beside Lu Shijin.
The man had a crew cut and a large gold necklace around his neck, a strong feeling of cheap counterculture coming from him.
He scratched his head and gave Lu Shijin a greedy look.
“Hey handsome, you look lonely drinking by yourself. How about I invite you for a drink?”
Lu Shijin was wearing expensive branded clothes, clearly a young master from some rich household who came out to play.
These types of people didn’t know how deep the waters were in the outside world, so they were the easiest to cheat and fool.
Although Lu Shijin was seated in the corner, he had long been spotted by the people who came to the bar to hunt for beauties.
The only reason that no one had approached him yet was because they weren’t sure of his preferences.
“No need.” Lu Shijin coldly refused.
After being rejected, the man didn’t feel embarrassed and continued pestering him, “Yo, your temper’s pretty big. It’s your first time here right? How could someone who often comes here not recognize me? I think you’re pretty pleasing on the eyes, wanna be friends?”
Lu Shijin was very clear on whether the person was here to make friends or pick fights.
He snorted, “Apologies, not everyone can be my friend.”
The man choked. He hadn’t expected the boy’s temper to be so blunt, not giving him any face.
There were so many eyes watching them. If they see him get rejected, then he’ll have no face to hang around here anymore.
“You don’t want to play nice, huh?”
The man hit the table and stood up, calling for a few of his comrades to surround Lu Shijin. Their group was a part of the largest local gang, seeking fights every so often. Other people were naturally too afraid of them to help Lu Shijin escape.
The man placed a full bottle of foreign wine in front of Lu Shijin, sneering, “Don’t you like to drink alone? Here, I have a whole bottle for you to drink. If you can’t finish it, then don’t even think about going out that door today!”
Lu Shijin continued to sit there calmly, even unhurriedly taking a sip of his drink.
“Convenience store, I remember that you had a master Wing Chun* card. Would it be enough to defeat these punks?”
(*Concept-based traditional Southern Chinese Kung fu style and a form of self-defense)
“They’re unarmed ordinary people, isn’t it . . . a bit cruel to go so far?”
“Do you have a better way to get rid of them?”
“How about I call the police?”
“By the time they get here, it would already be the next day.”