Chapter 11 Money over Life

Inside the private room.

Mr. Zhou sat on a large sofa with his distinguished guest.

There were two cushions between the two people.

The surroundings seemed quite empty.

There wasn't that atmosphere.

"Go to my office and open the black cabinet. Bring me the top bottle of Hennessy. I've been hiding it for a long time. We have important guests tonight, so I'll open it," Zhou Minghe said as he entered the private room, taking off his coat and casually tossing it aside. "Cheng Jia, don't bother with the other guests. Stay here and have a couple of drinks. Hey, call that Xiao Lin over to play the guitar, have Yang Hu Zi come over to mix drinks, and call a few more people who can have fun. You decide what to do."

Drinks, singers, and people sitting with you.

Boss Zhou is naturally very skilled at making arrangements at his own venue.

Cheng Jia remembered it all, nodded, and went out to do as instructed.

Zhou Minghe said to his side, "I can tell you don't go to nightclubs often. I called places that aren't too noisy. We just sit and chat and have a couple of drinks to relax."

“Okay.” Shi Qingci’s long, narrow phoenix eyes tilted slightly upwards as she gave a gentle smile, but her eyes remained as cold and distant as a deep pool.

Clearly, he still has no interest in nightclubs.

Sitting here, my true intention is not what I'm looking for.

Zhou Minghe was unaware of the reason behind it all, and simply chatted with the guests who had arrived.

“My dad told me you’re planning to open a branch in Jingang? Don’t underestimate this small place; there’s a lot going on here. If you find any procedures troublesome, just let me know and I’ll run the errands.”

As the saying goes, even a powerful dragon can't suppress a local snake.

There are some things that are easier for the Zhou family to handle than for Shi Qingci, who comes from the provincial capital.

The Zhou family wants to be on good terms with Shengjing Group.

Facilitate projects in the new city development zone.

"I don't need any help for now, but I'll definitely ask if I need anything," Shi Qingci replied, not wanting to offend Young Master Zhou.

Zhou Minghe nodded with a smile.

He thought to himself that his father was giving him a serious warning, as if dealing with a formidable enemy. This Shi was always difficult to handle.

But after getting to know him, he seems alright.

He's quite refined and easy-going.

Not long after, Cheng Jia came in with seven or eight people.

After the waiters busied themselves for a while, the wine and fruit platters in the private room were neatly arranged. The bartender was a man in his early thirties with a goatee, Jin He's most skilled bartender.

One of the three DJs is named Lin Baiyue.

He participated in the Super Boy Music Festival last year, but his performance in the finals was not good, which led to his elimination. He was then hired by Zhou Minghe to be a resident singer at Jinhe, where he plays the guitar very well.

"Brother Jia, what should I play?" Lin Baiyue asked Cheng Jia in a low voice as he tuned his guitar.

Cheng Jia glanced at the person sitting on the sofa out of the corner of her eye: "Keep it quiet and calm, don't be too dramatic."

“Okay,” Lin Baiyue understood, her charming eyes sparkling with a hint of flirtatiousness, and said, “Is that a big boss from the provincial capital? He’s handsome enough, and he looks rich.”

He mentioned Qing porcelain.

"Hey! Cheng Jia, what are you two whispering about? Come and sit down," Zhou Minghe called out.

Cheng Jia didn't have time to say more to Lin Baiyue: "Don't provoke him."

"Oh." Lin Baiyue nodded.

But what else could he do but give it a try? He wanted to enter the entertainment industry.

It needs a capital firm that can provide both funding and support.

I wonder if this Mr. Shi is a talent scout.

Can we talk business now that we've had a good drink?

"......"

Cheng Jia called two female models, one of whom was Ai Bao, who had recently been having an ambiguous relationship with Zhou Minghe, and whom Zhou Minghe specifically requested.

The other one was prepared for Shi Qingci and was called Sweetheart.

Sweetheart Sister wore a tight white bodycon dress and sat between Shi Qingci and Cheng Jia. She had a slim waist, long legs, a beautiful face, spoke softly, and had a very sweet smile.

Sweetheart: "Brother, you said you had an upset stomach and couldn't drink before, can you drink tonight?"

"Yes, it's been fine for a long time." Cheng Jia and Tianxin are quite familiar with each other.

This younger sister is sensible and knows how to have fun; she doesn't try to steal her boss's business.

He often worked with Cheng Jia to get customers to buy alcohol.

Those who made money from Cheng Jia's clients would even proactively order takeout for Cheng Jia.

Girls working in nightclubs don't actually need to be very pretty; a capable personality is more advantageous than looks. Cheng Jia really enjoys promoting Sweetheart, and their collaboration is quite pleasant.

Even though he knew that Shiki Ci didn't like girls.

The money from this drinking session was easy to earn, so of course he let his sweetheart earn it.

Sweetheart is also sensible: "Have you taken your medicine? Why don't you drink some milk first? I'll go ask the delivery guy to get two bottles of milk."

With milk as a base, drinking alcohol won't hurt your stomach.

She got up and walked out, passing by Cheng Jia's legs.

Walking in high heels in a dimly lit private room is difficult, so Cheng Jia subconsciously reached out to help her. His palm touched Sweetheart's arm, and Sweetheart smiled and glanced at Cheng Jia.

"......"

Shi Qingci sat beside them and watched.

When Cheng Jia finished helping Tianxin and put his hand on his lap, he turned his head and found the person next to him staring at him with cold eyes.

Cheng Jia asked awkwardly, "Mr. Shi, would you like some milk?"

"I won't drink." Shi Qingci curled her lips in a mocking smile.

Cheng Jia nodded.

Then they fell silent.

"..." Shi Qingci took a breath, suppressing the unspeakable anger in her heart, and turned to speak to Zhou Minghe, who was hugging Ai Bao, "Zhou Minghe, you have a capable subordinate."

Zhou Minghe was touching his female companion's smooth face when he subconsciously replied, "Who?"

He followed Shi Qingci's gaze and looked to the side.

Cheng Jia was looking down as he replied to Sister Jasmine's WeChat message.

They were all seated but still busy.

Zhou Minghe laughed: "Oh, you mean Cheng Jia? Yes, that kid is pretty good. He's like a workaholic. It's rare to see someone his age who's so daring. He's practically fearless."

With such a hardworking top salesperson, Boss Zhou certainly has less to worry about.

"Really? How hard did you work?" Shi Qingci asked.

His tone was very casual, as if he were asking a question offhand.

I didn't care much.

Zhou Minghe said, "I have a lot of liquor marketing people here, but the one who made me remember him was a year and a half ago. At that time, Cheng Jia had just started working here. There was a rather difficult customer who ordered a four-jin bottle of foreign liquor and said that whoever could finish the bottle could take away 30,000 yuan. At that time, no one dared to earn that money."

Drinking four pounds of foreign liquor would be fatal.

Even if you induce vomiting immediately after drinking it, it's too late.

Extremely dangerous.

"..." Shi Qingci pursed her lips and remained silent.

"Guess what?" Zhou Minghe pointed at Cheng Jia with his thumb, his tone tinged with admiration, "He went!"

The girl next to me, Ai Bao, added a few words as the memory was too vivid: "...I also remember that day, the wine hadn't even been opened yet, and the ambulance was already waiting downstairs."

It was in one of the three private rooms, and Cheng Jia was standing on a low stool with one foot.

In the presence of onlookers and colleagues.

They poured in a full four jin of foreign liquor!

After putting down the bottle, he was quickly lifted into the ambulance by the crowd.

Before he lost consciousness, he didn't forget to ask his supervisor to help him put away the 30,000 yuan.

He had his stomach pumped three times at the hospital and received intravenous fluids for four days.

I felt dizzy and vomited, then felt dizzy again.

He risked half his life to earn 30,000 yuan, plus a reputation.

Since then, many people at the Jin Gang nightclub have known that Cheng Jia, a ruthless beverage marketer at Jinhe Entertainment City, is a real character.

Zhou Minghe only heard about this the next day and went to the hospital to scold Cheng Jia.

If you want to die, then get lost and stop doing this kind of thing.

If he dies at the venue, who will take responsibility?

"Four catties? That's a huge amount." Shi Qingci turned to look at Cheng Jia, a smile on her lips, but anger filled her eyes, as if she hated that this person dared to be so reckless.

Cheng Jia's expression froze: "!"

They took Shi Qingci's gaze as one of eager anticipation.

This person wouldn't hate him to the point of—

Let him drink another four-jin bottle of foreign liquor?

He has now been diagnosed with stomach cancer, and his body was already under excessive strain.

Drink four catties in one go...

You will die.

Cheng Jia waved her hand nervously: "That's all in the past! I was young then and didn't know there would be such serious consequences. I acted impulsively. I wouldn't do that now. No matter how much you give me, I wouldn't drink like that."

Even if Shi Qingci spent a fortune, he couldn't drink it.

It's best not to suggest this kind of game.

I want to live a few more days.

"......"

"......"