Let's take a look together.

The next morning, Jiang Songhe received a message from Wu Fangsi, inviting Liang Jinping to sing karaoke at G6club in the Sanyuanhe area at 8 p.m.

Jiang Songhe clicked on the link card in the WeChat chat window and glanced at the KTV's address. It wasn't far from Jiuweng Bridge, only five kilometers away, a ten-minute drive away.

Since they were meeting at a karaoke bar, drinking was inevitable. Jiang Songhe was worried that getting drunk would cause problems, so just in case, she asked Lin Duole to come along beforehand and made it clear to Lin that his tasks for the night were: teleprompter, voice recorder, and calling a designated driver. He didn't need to do anything else.

Jiang Songhe had assumed that Wu Fangsi would be busy in Beijing and hadn't planned to urge him. He had even asked Lin Duole to look for trendy entertainment venues in the past few days. He hadn't expected the connection to be made so quickly. He was pleasantly surprised but also a little caught off guard.

Liang Jinping is Wu Fangsi's brother-in-law, and Jiang Songhe naturally knows his personal preferences better than Wu Fangsi. So he replied to Wu Fangsi on WeChat, saying, "Thank you for your trouble. Just go ahead and make the arrangements. I'll pay for everything tonight."

The other party replied instantly: "What else?"

Jiang Songhe smiled as she locked her phone, thankful that she hadn't rashly asked that question yesterday; it really was stupid.

One of them is cunning and scheming, while the other is straightforward and outspoken. They come from completely different places and it's impossible for them to know each other. I must have had some weird dream and my brain is malfunctioning to overthink things.

The night before last, Jiang Songhe drank a whole bottle of whiskey with his partner at ACCRO. Although the whiskey was good and didn't give him a headache, it also caused him to have little appetite for the past two days.

Before leaving, Jiang Songhe listened to Lin Duole's handover report with the former producer. She wanted to grab a piece of whole wheat bread from the company's convenience store to eat, but when she took the bread out, she felt choked and couldn't swallow it. In the end, she gave it to Lin Duole.

As the car started moving, Jiang Songhe took out a bottle of liver-protecting tablets from the storage box, chewed two tablets, and set off for the appointment.

At 7:35, Jiang Songhe parked his car in the parking space next to the iconic giant G6club statue and got out of the car with Lin Duole.

Scattered around the entrance were groups of young people calling to their friends. Jiang Songhe, dressed in a long black trench coat over a black suit, looked quite out of place amidst the flamboyant and unrestrained crowd.

Upon entering the revolving door, a row of young greeters dressed in modified white and black suits stood on either side of the entrance. As Jiang Songhe passed through the welcoming aisle, his sense of incongruity was instantly amplified.

Jiang Songhe glanced at his own outfit out of the corner of his eye and realized he had made a mistake. If he had known it would be like this, he should have changed into casual clothes before coming over. He didn't look like he was here to socialize; he looked like he was here to cause trouble and seek revenge.

Unfortunately, it was too late. Jiang Songhe had no choice but to bite the bullet and be led into room 888 by a greeter in the queue.

Upon entering the room, Jiang Songhe was caught off guard by the bright blue light pollution, causing him to squint. He had the illusion of entering a giant kaleidoscope, inside which were arranged high-end wines and luxurious meals that looked unappetizing. The atmosphere and color scheme amplified this unappetizing impression.

Wow, that's so cool!

Lin Duole fits perfectly with everything here. Seeing his reaction, Jiang Songhe silently cleared her mind of judgment and sat obediently on the sofa facing the door, waiting for the matchmaker, Wu Fangsi, to arrive.

"Dreamcore or Destination? Did you leave your brain in Shanghai?" The door to the private room was pushed open.

Wu Fangsi relaxed her shoulders, holding her phone in one hand to answer a call, and staring intently at the iPad screen with the other. After sitting down nearby, she realized that Jiang Songhe had already arrived.

Wu Fangsi glanced back and forth between the two figures, one tall and one short, who had just stood up. She placed her iPad on her lap, picked up a wine glass that had clearly been used, and gestured with her chin for the two opposite her to sit down and make themselves at home.

He then lowered his eyes, took a sip of his drink, and continued on the phone: "Can't you see the cursive on the billboard? Can you help me out? Why didn't you wait until the day of the show to confirm with me? You could have just sent the clothes to the other side... Good heavens! Don't you know what kind of show we're having?!"

Jiang Songhe opened a bottle of Perrier, and Lin Duole took a cherry from the fruit plate. The two looked away at the same time, their hands moving in perfect sync as they raised and lowered their hands.

"Phew, sorry, I'm a bit busy."

After finishing her fiery outburst, Wu Fangsi calmed herself down. Seeing Jiang Songhe and Lin Duole about to get up again, she picked up her iPad screen and waved it downwards: "Liang Jinping is stuck in traffic and will be there in half an hour. When he arrives, you can do whatever you want. I'll pretend I'm not here. Can you take care of some things?"

Before Jiang Songhe could respond with "No, not OK," Wu Fangsi had already leaned back, crossed her legs on the table, and with her middle finger raised, she furiously swiped across the iPad screen.

Jiang Songhe turned his gaze away from the gleaming metal shoe tips. As he sat upright and glanced at Lin Duole, counting the 4 cherries and 12 candied peanuts, Liang Jinping arrived.

Liang Jinping was all smiles as soon as he stepped into the private room, but the smile vanished the moment he saw who was sitting inside. He stared at Jiang Songhe for less than five seconds before turning to leave.

Wu Fangsi glanced at Jiang Songhe, then followed Jiang Songhe's gaze to see a figure sweep away. She then tossed the iPad onto the sofa, stood up, and went out to stop the attacker.

“I arranged this meeting. You’re the middleman for this crossover model thing. I specially organized this meeting. It’s not appropriate for you to just leave like this, brother-in-law?” Three minutes later, Wu Fangsi, who seemed slightly drunk, hooked her arm around Liang Jinping’s neck and returned to the private room.

Jiang Songhe held a bottle of Martell XO by the neck, while holding the empty glass in his other hand. He mentally prepared himself and recalled the drinking culture at the same time. Then he opened his mouth and said, "Brother Liang, I'm sorry for being so abrupt. I'll punish myself with three drinks first."

After downing three cups, he pursed his lips and paused for a moment before refilling his glass: "I won't discuss business tonight. I asked Fang Si to act as a go-between to thank you for your continued support. But first of all, I must apologize for my rudeness when we discussed copyright in the early stages of the project."

Upon hearing "Fang Si," Wu Fang Si couldn't hold back any longer; hearing "apology" only made the smile on his face even more uncontrollable. He clenched his teeth for a moment, finally suppressing the urge to laugh, and chimed in, "We've already gone this far; if you don't give me face, it'll sound terrible if word gets out~"

Upon hearing this, Liang Jinping shrugged and chuckled, then strode over the table and headed to the main seat on the sofa. Once everyone was seated, Jiang Songhe downed his fourth glass in one gulp, twisting the rim of the glass outwards as a sign of respect.

Normally, unless there's a deep-seated hatred between them, the other party should raise a glass in return. Liang Jinping not only didn't raise his glass, but he didn't even lift his eyelids, ignoring Jiang Songhe without saying a word, only fiddling with his phone with a crooked mouth.

"This one's on me." Wu Fangsi tapped the bottom of her cup on the table, her tone defusing the situation and her expression one of watching a show. "Song He."

Jiang Songhe nodded, put down his cup, and was about to sit down when Liang Jinping put down his phone and spoke up: "Yesterday's flight was canceled, and I missed my business trip. I thought it would be a good time to relax, but I couldn't resist the barrage of questions from those people!"

Liang Jinping tapped his phone, which was lying face down, as if he had just noticed Jiang Songhe offering a toast. His face lit up with a playful chuckle, "Oh, Mr. Jiang, why are you drinking all by yourself? And so much at that?!"

He then turned to Lin Duole: "Is this the girl you brought with you? She's got no sense of propriety, she needs to be taught a lesson! The boss has already had several drinks, and you didn't even try to stop him."

Jiang Songhe forced a smile, then secretly scraped her canine teeth with the tip of her tongue, remaining silent for a long time.

Lin Duole turned his head and caught a glimpse of the bulging veins on the boss's hand as he gripped the neck of the bottle. He immediately stood up, picked up his cup, and apologized repeatedly. He kept gesturing with the cup, feeling that it was wrong for the boss to pour him a drink himself, and also wrong for opening a new bottle without permission.

Finally, he put down the cup, opened a bottle of 1664 that befitted his status, put his hands in a gesture of offering incense, and looked ready to blow a bottle to show off.

Jiang Songhe stopped him with a remark.

“He just graduated from university, he’s just a kid, what use is he? Besides, he needs to be sober. Call a designated driver for you when you’re done.” After saying that, Jiang Songhe poured himself his fifth drink. “I’m sorry for being rude earlier, I’ll do it myself.”

"President Jiang, actually I can hold my liquor quite well." Lin Duole moved closer with small steps and whispered in ventriloquism.

Jiang Songhe brought the cup to her lips, tilted her head back, and gritted her teeth as she blurted out, "Sit down."

Seeing Jiang Songhe and Liang Jinping talking, Wu Fangsi stepped back to the sidelines, pretending that he didn't exist as previously said, and resumed his work. Perhaps because he was slightly drunk, he repeatedly adjusted the angle of his iPad in his hand before finding a comfortable place to put it.

After five drinks, Jiang Songhe felt a burning sensation in his stomach. Sensing he was in bad shape, he sat down to digest, but the alcohol started to rise back up his throat. He forced his breath back, using the back of his tongue to expel the unwanted liquid, and then opened a pack of hand towels, preparing to cheat.

"President Jiang has an incredible capacity for alcohol!" Liang Jinping clapped his hands loudly twice. "Since he has such a capacity, of course he needs more people to accompany him so that he can drink to his heart's content."

"..."

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"Is this the right place? Brother Liang posted 888 in the group."

"Why don't you go in and take a look?"

Wow, there are handsome guys inside!

"Where? Where? Get up and let me see!"

"Quickly, we have to go in and check this out no matter what!"

"Brother Liang?"

"Brother Liang! Hey, you're here!"

...

Seven or eight scantily clad young men and women swarmed into room 888 and sat down around Liang Jinping.

One of them, who looked like a woman but had a masculine voice, poured wine for Liang Jinping while covering her exaggerated chest. Then, she slipped into his arms with a smooth movement: "Brother Liang~~ It's been so long since you've been to my live stream~~~ You're naughty, you have to drink with me first~~~~"

Liang Jinping, however, drank with gusto, downing his drink in one gulp despite the glares from the crowd. His hands, adorned with rhinestone-studded manicures, were completely covered in rhinestones. After finishing, he gestured to his left and right, his arms around both of them, and said, "Stop looking! I called you here to keep these two handsome guys company. What are you waiting for? Go on!"

Wu Fangsi's inner monologue: "I think they were invited here on purpose to disgust people."

An inflatable silicone face sat down on Wu Fangsi's lap and tried to snatch the iPad from his hand. "Handsome, is the tablet that fun?" Then it leaned down next to him, whispered in Wu Fangsi's ear, and said suggestively, "I'm not happy, play with me."

Wu Fangsi flicked her wrist to lock the iPad screen, then lifted her chin, which was twitching her fingers, and whispered, "Baby, I'm gay."

Then he adjusted the direction of her chin: "Hey, go over there and find that guy dressed all in black to hang out with."

The silicone face wasn't annoyed by being handled like that. It covered its mouth and chuckled. Taking advantage of Wu Fangsi's knee-raising movement, it sprang up from the sofa and swayed gracefully to the other side.

Wu Fangsi put the iPad back on his lap, and another woman, a girl who introduced herself as a "feminine bottom," poured him a drink. He took it, beckoned to his side, and then opened the glass to the other person, asking, "Do you think your girlfriend will succeed?"

"Oh dear, how would I know?" Jiao 0 leaned weakly against Wu Fangsi's shoulder.

"Then let's take a look together."