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"Beautiful lady, come in for a drink. It's our store's anniversary today; buy one bottle and get another free!"
A shy young man handed a flyer to Shen Qingyou. "Stunning World?"
Do I really look like someone who needs to get drunk right now?
The night was like a prison, lonely souls standing in the wilderness. The fireworks had not yet faded, and the music had not stopped. In this city, some humans had just fallen asleep, while some beings had just awakened...
The dazzling lights and deafening music filled the air as men and women mingled. All of this sensory overload made Shen Qingyou feel dizzy.
On stage, girls danced on poles with alluring grace, women in animal skins were fiery and passionate, while men in ties flirted with women in backless dresses. Was Yuan Mufang also introduced to that Purple-Haired Woman in such a setting?
In the colorful dance floor, countless couples embraced each other. Shen Qingyou moved through this crowd of strange figures, feeling utterly out of place. Her indifference made others hesitant to approach her; she was clearly not a woman looking for pleasure.
"One dozen beers, please..."
Shen Qingyou arrived at the bar. The server looked at her, noticing she was alone but still called for a dozen beers. "Hey there, are you by yourself?"
Shen Qingyou glanced at the server and then opened a bottle, pouring the amber liquid directly into her mouth.
"You have quite a tolerance! I wonder if you're interested in joining our beer competition? The winner gets a prize of ten thousand!"
The server left, but Shen Qingyou's mind lingered on his words.
Ten thousand?
For Shen Qingyou, ten thousand was an enticing number; she could pay the deposit for a new apartment and move away from that place that had left her shattered. Unable to resist, she instinctively walked toward the loudest area filled with people.
"Qing Shao, are you satisfied with today's arrangements?"
In the luxurious private room of the club, a balding middle-aged man looked at the man in front of him with a flattering tone.
Everything felt dull to Qing Cang, who slightly squinted his eyes. In the darkness, his eyes were strikingly beautiful, and when he glanced at people with that nonchalant attitude, it became even more captivating. However, at this moment, his eyes were calm and unruffled, leaving those around him feeling an inexplicable sense of mystery and tension.
"Old Qin, I have to say that your batch of products did not meet our requirements and must be returned!" His seemingly calm tone carried immense authority. The middle-aged man referred to as Old Qin was the boss of a military enterprise in the city. He had maintained a good cooperative relationship with the military in the past, but this time, due to quality issues with the materials, all produced equipment failed to meet standards. This batch was substantial; if this issue could not be resolved, his company might face bankruptcy. The person before him was the key to this matter.
Old Qin awkwardly scratched his head and said with difficulty, "Qing Shao, if we return everything, our losses will be significant!"
Qing Cang's thick eyebrows slightly raised. Modern warfare has no smoke but is more terrifying than smoke. His ice-like black eyes turned to Old Qin: "If you lose, you will only lose a factory. But if I lose, I might lose a piece of territory. There is no room for negotiation on this matter!"
In the large private room sat five or six well-known entrepreneurs from the city, all dressed impeccably and looking dignified. However, after hearing Qing Cang's words, their expressions showed signs of unease. After all, who among them wasn't here with a purpose?
In this place of pleasure and indulgence, there was no longer any joy to be found. Qing Cang casually extinguished his cigarette and stood up, one hand in his pocket as he slowly walked out of the luxurious VIP Room. In the lobby, voices were booming; cheers and whistles rose one after another. Qing Cang had no interest in what was happening that excited everyone so much. "That woman is really something; she actually took down our local wine god!"
"Indeed! Who would have thought that today's drinking competition would become so lively because of this woman?"
"By the way, Boss asked you to find out this woman's name. Did you manage to get it?"
The conversation between two waiters at the staircase inadvertently drifted into Qing Cang's ears. "I think her last name is Shen; her name is quite unique—Qingyou!"
His steps abruptly halted. Shen? You? Shen Qingyou? Qing Cang's sharp gaze pierced through the crowd and caught sight of that familiar slender figure.
What is she doing? A dark cloud suddenly covered Qing Cang's handsome face. Old Qin, following behind him, also sensed a dangerous element in the air. He puzzledly followed Qing Cang into the crowd; this man was too dominant. In the past, his face had always been calm and unruffled—did he really have no weaknesses at all?
Shen Qingyou tilted her head back and mechanically grabbed a bottle of liquor from the table. The amber liquid foamed like an open faucet, continuously flowing into her mouth until it reached her churning stomach.
The dazzling lights and writhing crowd became increasingly blurry in her eyes. The only thing she remembered in her dazed mind was to keep drinking; that ten thousand yuan would be hers! Her right hand's bottle was nearly empty as her left hand began reaching for other bottles on the table.
Anger filled Qing Cang, causing the crowd around him to instinctively step back a few paces. His cold gaze swept over the faces of the onlookers before landing directly on Shen Qingyou. "What are you doing?"
As Shen Qingyou continued to reach for the wine bottle on the table with her left hand, her wrist was suddenly gripped firmly by someone. "Who are you?"
"Damn it," Qing Cang growled, and then he pulled the already staggering Shen Qingyou into his embrace, wrapping his long arms around her tightly.
The previously heated drinking competition abruptly came to a halt with Qing Cang's appearance, and those who had come to watch began to stir restlessly.
"Get away, get away..."
Why was this man so domineering? "Who are you? I don't even know you!"
The people around them started to discuss loudly, and a few bold men even took up positions as if they were going to block Qing Cang. He glanced at the intoxicated woman in his arms, his brow furrowing even tighter.
"Shut up!" Qing Cang snapped, patting the squirming woman in his arms and turning her head to rest against his elbow.
"Who is causing trouble here?" an angry voice echoed from around the corner of the staircase.
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