King of Capital

Chapter 29: Useless things

"Hah! Stop playing dead!"

"Raising fish, can you do that?"

"He can't do it, you feed him!"

The noisy local electronic music was mixed with the urging and cheering voices of men and women, and the flashing colorful lights illuminated wisps of white mist.

That was the gas produced by dry ice and tobacco. The strong smell of alcohol was intoxicating just by smelling it.

Xie Jingxing felt a pain in his head. Without a leader present, his friends returned to their nature and treated him as a target, lining up to get him drunk. If he had known earlier, he should have dragged Tang Man and Su He to the bar together.

He watched with his own eyes as Song Anli, with her face flushed and her lips pouting, came closer to him with a sip of wine in her mouth as everyone else was cheering him on. He forcibly supported the other person's shoulders with both hands and shook his head to indicate that he should think twice!

The others were still making a noise, but Song Anli was sobbing with wine in her mouth and unable to speak. She stood up quickly and pressed his shoulders with her elbows, and forced his head down with both hands.

Xie Jingxing failed in his resistance and straightened his body weakly. He was dirty...

Everyone in the booth was howling and screaming, and Song Anli leaned over and laid in his arms, burying her face shyly.

Xie Jingxing held the back of her head with one hand, blocked one of her ears with his thumb and said, "Shouldn't I be the one who is shy?"

A bar is a place that can make people's ears tinnitus. It is a bit difficult to have a conversation here. You either have to shout or stand face to face to hear clearly.

It is inappropriate to talk to a girl face to face. If you drink and smoke, your mouth will stink and you will easily spit in her face, which also looks ambiguous.

So it is very useful to block one ear tragus when speaking. There is no need to shout and the girl will not feel that she is being taken advantage of.

"I did this to make you drink less. Shouldn't you thank me?" Song Anli hooked her arm around his neck and replied with a cute smile.

Xie Jing Xing was speechless. While the two of them were touching each other's ears, the other interns who had urged him to drink ran to the dance floor and danced on the railings.

Song Anli sat up from his arms, straightened the small sling that was hanging crookedly on her shoulders, bit her lip slightly and asked, "Is this okay?"

"Who taught you all this?" Xie Jingxing couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Song Anli is indeed beautiful, with small features, a straight nose, and thin eyebrows pointing downwards, which makes her look delicate. Her oval face is full of collagen, and her baby fat with a hint of blush is very adorable, and she looks a bit like Akina Nakamori when she was young.

But that's all. Beautiful women are not a scarce resource. If he fell in love with every one he saw, he would have taken Liuwei Dihuang Pills to replenish his kidneys long ago.

"Do you believe me when I say I taught myself?"

Song Anli curled her lips in dissatisfaction: "We are all adults, can you please have some emotional intelligence and not ask questions that ruin the atmosphere."

"..."

Xie Jingxing reached out and touched the top of her head speechlessly, then took out a credit card from his wallet and pressed it on the table: "I'll leave first, you guys have fun, you're welcome."

"Princess Pei will stay at your house tonight?" Song Anli asked with raised eyebrows.

Xie Jing Xing pretended to be confused: "You want to be with her?"

"I……"

Song Anli was just about to say something when Feng Shuo and Fan Haonan pulled Qi Tian back to the booth, one on each side. Qi Tian was cursing at the same time, and one could vaguely hear words like "worshiping foreigners" and "cheap ass".

Not far away, Stanford, Xue Haoran and Zhao Mengche were in a stalemate with several men and women. The salesperson and two security guards were barely standing between the two sides to negotiate.

Xie Jingxing frowned unconsciously: "What's wrong?"

"The bartender didn't recognize the password we said, but black and white people would be fine." Feng Shuo explained with embarrassment.

The so-called password is actually a kind of underworld jargon like "Tianwang Gaidihu". As long as you can match the next sentence "chicken stewed with mushrooms", you can enter the nightclub for free and enjoy all kinds of free drinks in the specially designed free seats.

This hidden easter egg can be found in most nightclubs in Shanghai. It is specially prepared for foreigners, or rather, for black and white skin. Asian foreigners do not count.

Only by inviting black and white men to the nightclub to eat and drink for free will a large number of domestic ezgirls come to play, and these ezgirls can attract a large number of domestic men to lick their boots, and ultimately all consumption will be paid by the domestic men.

Moreover, university rankings all consider international students as an important indicator, so it is not wrong to determine the quality of a nightclub by the number of foreigners there, which is very reasonable.

But as a top nightclub in Shanghai, which claims to be an international metropolis, M1NT certainly cannot lick black people so obviously. It still needs to have some shame. So if Chinese men can make a good face, they can get in for free and eat and drink for free under the guise of the Nigo men.

Feng Shuo knew all these tricks very well. He didn't want to take advantage of them, he just wanted to make a joke and let Qi Tian answer the command to ask for a glass of wine.

As a result, the bartender used the excuse that the free time was over, and turned around to give the other two black-skinned people who answered the command a free drink, without hiding it from them at all. Qi Tianqi just argued with the bartender for a few words, and the two black-skinned people even spoke up for him and asked the bartender to make him a drink.

However, the two dark-skinned companions, several female graduate students who claimed to be from a certain university in Shanghai, jumped out and started to criticize Qi Tian.

They said that Heipi was an international student in their school, and asked them not to try to extort money from their classmates. If they didn't have money, they shouldn't follow their example and come to the bar to play.

The most magical thing is that Zhao Mengche, who did nothing the whole time, actually took on a lot of abuse. If the sales and security guards hadn't stopped her, those female college students would have scratched her face...

"Forget it. There's no need to argue with them. It will have a bad influence."

Fan Haonan didn't drink much and stayed rational when he gave some advice. After all, it had just become a hot topic.

Feng Shuo also knew that there was no way to explain this kind of shit, so he could only complain to the apologetic salesperson standing next to the booth: "Isn't your place a membership system? How come any idiot can get in?"

"I'm really sorry, Mr. Feng. We will definitely resolve this matter. I'll give you two bottles of wine." The salesperson said angrily.

Qi Tian glanced at everyone and said, "Let's go. We won't drink anymore."

"Discount, 50% off, everyone's consumption tonight is 50% off." The salesperson actively proposed a new compensation plan.

In fact, they are not really mean and just like to worship foreigners. If they can make money by licking their compatriots and stepping on foreigners, they will definitely take the lead in spitting on black people. But these days...

We open a business to support our family.

After something like this happened, everyone lost their mood and packed up and left without any interest.

Xie Jingxing stood silently at the door and sent the others away first. Finally, he returned to the nightclub alone and found the salesperson from before. He called him aside and instructed: "Tonight, all the booths without foreigners, including the scattered tables, will be given a bottle of Louis XIII for each table. It's my treat."

"No, brother..."

The salesperson opened his mouth in astonishment. A bottle of Louis XIII per table would cost hundreds of thousands, and he inexplicably broke out in a cold sweat.

Xie Jingxing patted his shoulder: "No need for you to give me a discount, just swipe the card now."

More than half an hour later, the salesmen distributed bottles of Louis XIII that they had temporarily borrowed from other stores to every booth, including those sitting at the bar.

The big screen on the stage played a scrolling message of thanks to Big Brother. The DJ played the rhythm crazily and shouted auspicious words, raising his glass to salute Xie Jingxing who was sitting in the corner of the stage.

The salesperson said cautiously, "Brother, would you like to go on stage and say a few words so that everyone can thank you."

"No, play a song for me." Xie Jingxing turned on the screen of his phone and checked the time.

"Okay, what do you want to hear?"

"'Red Star Shines on Me as I Go to Battle'!"

Xie Jingxing stood up, and the salesperson hesitated for a few seconds before turning to look at the nightclub shareholder and manager standing behind them, and rushed to the DJ stage in two steps.

"Crench."

An unpleasant tearing noise came from the speakers, followed by a melodious song.

"What the hell is this?!"

"DJ must be drunk, where's the music I ordered?!"

Some of the drinkers who were having fun on the dance floor were laughing, while others were dissatisfied and cursing.

The DJ swallowed his resentment frantically, picked up the microphone and was about to explain how to control the situation, when the door to the venue was slammed open, and then all the lights came on.

The originally dark and ambiguous night was dispelled, and the room seemed as bright as day. All noises stopped abruptly, and only the emotional singing came from the speakers.

"Stand still, I'm checking you. Please show us your ID cards."

The soldiers, fully equipped with stab-proof suits and helmets, headed straight for the free booth reserved for foreigners and found several small plastic bags from the women...

Xie Jingxing sipped his wine with satisfaction, turned around, raised his glass to thank the nightclub manager and shareholders whose faces were livid, and walked away gracefully.

"Is he the son of Yunshan Xie Cheng, the one that just trended on Weibo?"

In the VIP room, a well-known second-generation rich man looked at Xie Jingxing's back and frowned and said, "This guy is really good at pretending. Everyone is out to have fun but he pretends to be a big garlic. He's an adult, but he's still doing useless things."

(End of this chapter)