Chapter 80: Another Critical Hit!
At this moment, Qi Fan felt like a king.
Behind him, Little Mei, Xiao Li, and Xiao Hong clung to him, their soft bodies pressing against his back and arms. Their heavily made-up faces wore eager, fawning smiles, their eyes sparkling with the reflection of his boundless wealth.
He was the center of their universe, the sun around which they orbited.
A casual wave of his hand meant tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands, in expenses. It was intoxicating.
This made the slightly tipsy Qi Fan feel light as a feather, as if his feet were barely touching the sticky floor of the bar, floating in a cloud of ecstasy.
Qi Fan felt incredibly refreshed. This life of squandering money, this decadent existence surrounded by beautiful, willing women, was simply too damn amazing.
It washed away the humiliation of the afternoon. The previous frustration from repeated setbacks had vanished like smoke, and his confidence had returned, stronger and more arrogant than ever!
Squandering money and an inferiority complex cannot coexist in a man. When you can buy anything, you fear nothing.
At this moment, Qi Fan looked at Shen Anyu beside Liu Mi with a condescending sneer.
His eyes said it all: "Pretty boy, do you have as much money as I do? Can you burn cash like I can?"
He was the Child of Destiny, equipped with the [Licking Dog Gold Cashback System]! He was infinite!
Qi Fan smugly looked down his nose at Shen Anyu and said with a greasy smile,
"Shen, if you beg me... maybe get on your knees... I'll treat you to a glass of [Dream Night]. How about it? A taste of the high life?"
However, Qi Fan was too blinded by his own ego to notice the reaction of the woman he claimed to love.
Liu Mi's gaze towards him grew increasingly disgusted. It wasn't just annoyance anymore; she looked at him as if he were trash stuck to the bottom of her shoe.
How could such nouveau riche behavior compare to the man beside her, Shen Anyu?
Shen Anyu radiated class, elegance, and a quiet power that didn't need to shout. Qi Fan was just... loud.
Treating Shen Anyu to a drink? It was even more of a joke! It was like offering a dragon a cup of water.
Shen Anyu, however, maintained a faint, unbothered smile. He embraced Liu Mi's slender waist, his large hand clasping it firmly, claiming her effortlessly.
He looked at Qi Fan with a half-smile, not particularly angered. Why would a lion be angry at a barking chihuahua?
He merely regarded this clownish behavior as a joke, thinking:
'It's about time for the show to begin. It's perfect that Qi Fan came over; he can be a spectator. A front-row seat to his own irrelevance.'
And at this moment, Situ Yueying, who was standing behind the bar, lost her gentle smile.
She gave Qi Fan a cold glance that could freeze vodka.
"Guest," she said, her voice sharp. "I am the proprietress of Dream Bar. We are no longer selling [Dream Night]!"
After drinking Shen Anyu's brand-new version of [Dream Night], Situ Yueying was incredibly excited and thrilled. Her mind was filled with how to learn from Shen Anyu, how to replicate that divine taste, and savoring the ineffable wine essence that still lingered on her palate.
In Situ Yueying's opinion, Shen Anyu was right about the previous [Dream Night]—it truly was trash. A pale imitation.
She didn't plan to mix it anymore! She had tasted perfection; she couldn't go back to mediocrity.
Moreover, the frivolous and swaggering manner of Qi Fan, daring to belittle Shen Anyu—her kindred spirit—inexplicably displeased Situ Yueying.
In her eyes, Shen Anyu was already a master of wine, a man of taste. Qi Fan was just a wallet with legs.
As for money?
Situ Yueying, as the right-hand woman of Dragon King Mr. Han and the behind-the-scenes controller of this bustling nightlife bar street, didn't care about a bit of money. She was wealthy in her own right. She was merely looking for a kindred spirit, someone who understood her art.
"Not selling anymore?"
Upon hearing this, Qi Fan immediately grew annoyed. Who refused money?
But upon seeing Situ Yueying's enchanting and alluring face, her fiery figure clad in that tight black dress, and her mature, elegant demeanor, his annoyance evaporated.
His eyes instantly burned with desire, revealing a lecherous expression.
She was not at all inferior to Liu Mi, the campus belle goddess he had secretly admired for so long. In fact, her maturity added a spice that Liu Mi lacked.
Seeing Situ Yueying frown slightly at his gaze, Qi Fan reined in his lecherous expression, though his eyes still darted around her curves.
He chuckled, leaning on the bar.
"Proprietress, come on. You're running a business; how can you not want money? That's rule number one."
"How about this... I'll offer double the price. How's that? Two hundred and sixty thousand for a glass!"
Situ Yueying looked at him calmly, unimpressed.
"Guest, I said I'm not selling, and I'm not selling! Money isn't the issue."
Qi Fan scoffed inwardly, thinking it was just a negotiation tactic. Everyone had a price. It was just that the price wasn't high enough yet.
Seeing Liu Mi watching nearby, he decided to make a grand gesture. He immediately waved his hand and grandly declared, his voice booming through the quiet VIP section:
"One million per glass! Proprietress, is that price enough? I'll buy a round for everyone here!"
As soon as these words came out, everyone around was utterly shocked. Their eyes went wide as they looked at Qi Fan.
Good heavens! A million for a glass of wine? Where did this super-rich lunatic come from?
The eyes of the club girls around him were even more moist, practically dripping with avarice. They continuously threw flirtatious glances and blown kisses, hoping to catch a drop of that golden rain.
Little Mei and the other girls who were clinging to Qi Fan were even more excited, clutching his arm, thrilled beyond belief.
They had truly latched onto a rich patron this time! A whale!
Shen Anyu watched Qi Fan with a smile, swirling his own drink.
According to the information in his data, how could Situ Yueying's personality be swayed by money? She was a woman of principle, loyal to the Dragon King.
On the contrary, this vulgar display of wealth would make Situ Yueying even more disgusted!
Situ Yueying's weakness lay in her strong sense of loyalty and righteousness, and her passion for her craft. Not greed.
Shen Anyu's gaze swept over Situ Yuehe, Situ Yueying's younger brother, who was standing nearby with his arms crossed, a playful smile mirroring Shen Anyu's on his face.
Indeed, after hearing Qi Fan's offer, Situ Yueying's captivating and delicate face grew even colder. The temperature around the bar seemed to drop.
She slammed a rag down on the counter and said impolitely, her voice cutting like a knife:
"Guest! I've said it before! If I'm not selling, I'm not selling! Not even for a million! Not for ten million!"
"If you continue to pester, our Dream Bar does not welcome you! Get out!"
Upon hearing this, the surrounding people—the regulars who respected the proprietress—immediately cheered loudly:
"The proprietress is amazing! Well done!"
"Money can't buy class!"
And Situ Yuehe and the bouncers also looked at Qi Fan with predatory smiles, cracking their knuckles as if preparing to ask him to leave... physically.
Qi Fan: "…"
[Ding! Child of Destiny Qi Fan failed at showing off! Plundering +9,999 Destiny Points!]
Qi Fan was completely stunned. One million for a glass of wine, and it still wasn't selling?
Is money not omnipotent?? Was his System broken?
Qi Fan had a swear word in his heart that he didn't know whether to utter. He felt like the world had gone mad.
Especially when he glanced over and saw Liu Mi covering her red lips and giggling. Her slender fox-like eyes twinkled with mirth as she leaned against Shen Anyu's shoulder, her delicate body trembling slightly.
She was laughing at him. She was watching his humiliation like it was a comedy show.
This made Qi Fan's heart explode even more, feeling incredibly stifled and humiliated.
Qi Fan's face flushed with shame and anger. He almost wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into.
He no longer had the face to stay in Dream Bar. The atmosphere was suffocating.
So he immediately ignored Little Mei and the others behind him, turned around, and prepared to slink away like a beaten dog.
However, just at this moment, a series of noisy sounds came from the entrance of Dream Bar.
Clatter! Bang!
A group of burly men, moving like wolves and tigers, fiercely stormed in. They pushed aside the bouncers at the door with brutal efficiency.
The leader of this group of burly men was a formidable figure. He was over two meters tall, with dark skin and muscles that bulged under his shirt, resembling an iron tower.
The iron tower-like strongman aggressively charged in, clearing a path through the crowd. The passing customers and bar staff all hastily avoided him, scattering like birds before a hawk, as if avoiding vipers.
Qi Fan, in his haste to leave, didn't dodge in time. He bumped right into the giant.
Slap!
He was directly sent flying by a casual backhand slap from this iron tower-like strongman!
"Ah!"
Qi Fan crashed into a table, drinks spilling everywhere.
"Damn it! You dare to block my, Black Dragon's, way?!" the giant roared.
"You... you hit someone?"
Qi Fan covered his face, feeling the burning sensation and the taste of blood in his mouth. He looked up at the iron tower-like strongman angrily.
The iron tower-like strongman, Black Dragon, sneered at Qi Fan. He looked down at him like he was an insect.
"I hit those who don't know their place. What, kid? Are you brave? Do you want another one?"
Qi Fan looked at the group of fierce-looking strongmen behind Black Dragon. They were all armed with bats and pipes, their eyes cold and dangerous.
His previous drunkenness completely gone, replaced by cold fear.
He covered his face, whimpering, not daring to say anything more. He curled up into a ball.
"Heh heh, wimp!"
"Coward!"
"Look at him shaking!"
Black Dragon and the others mocked Qi Fan for a few moments, laughing raucously. Then, they walked directly past him, stepping over him as if he were trash, not paying him any mind.
[Ding! Child of Destiny Qi Fan's mentality exploded! Plundering +9,999 Destiny Points!]
Qi Fan's face flushed red, feeling utterly humiliated. Especially the pointing and whispering gazes of the people around him—the girls he had just been trying to impress—which made him unable to lift his head.
He thought fiercely in his heart, nursing his grudge:
"You bastards! Just wait! When I get rich... I'll spend hundreds of millions to have someone deal with you! I'll buy your lives!"
When Qi Fan looked up from the floor, he saw the group of fierce-looking strongmen rushing towards the VIP booth.
They were heading straight for Shen Anyu and the others.
His eyes immediately brightened.
"Could these people be looking for trouble with that pretty boy named Shen?"
"That's great! It's best if they beat that pretty boy to death! Maybe they'll cripple him!"
Qi Fan immediately decided not to leave. He scrambled up, ignoring the pain in his face, and moved closer, hiding behind a pillar.
He gleefully prepared to watch the show...
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