Chapter 104 Who's near the toilet?
After watching Xu Songning enter the restroom, Zhou Qiao wandered around the area. Her friend was acting very strangely, keeping an eye on her in the restroom. Could there be some secret near the restroom that she couldn't know?
She was determined to find out! Xu Songning's furtive behavior had piqued her curiosity.
Most of the private rooms along the way had their doors tightly closed, providing good soundproofing, but they were also dark inside, making it difficult to see what was happening.
There's nothing there.
Zhou Qiao patted her head, realizing she'd caught the same paranoia. "Never mind," she thought, "I'll just go back to the private room."
As she turned to leave, she heard singing coming from a private room. The familiar male voice was like glue, keeping her feet firmly planted in place.
Zhou Qiao knew she shouldn't go over there, but her body moved on its own, and she slowly walked toward the private room whose door wasn't fully closed.
Through the glass, you can get a general idea of what's going on inside the private room.
There were only three people inside. A woman in a business suit was facing the door, smiling obsequiously as she served tea to a woman facing a large screen, while talking incessantly.
Qin You sat on a high stool, singing in front of the big screen. He sang ballads, which he didn't particularly like to sing. With his deep voice and singing skills, singing these saccharine songs was really a waste of his style.
From the angle of the spy outside, only his back could be seen.
An unnamed fire ignited in Zhou Qiao's heart, and she gripped the small bag tightly with her fingers.
"Mr. Jiang, thank you so much for your support of the band. Qin You has been too busy before, preparing for the band's performance in Fuzhou. He hasn't had a chance to meet you. Knowing that you're in Shanghai, I specially brought him to see you." The manager spoke in a high-pitched voice, smiling politely.
Ms. Jiang was wearing an expensive dress and comfortably crossed her legs. She raised her hand and casually showed off the emerald ring the size of a pigeon egg on her finger, then gently blew on it.
A pair of eyes were glued to Qin You, scrutinizing him from head to toe. "I can't understand the songs those young people sing. But I can understand his face."
"Yes, yes, in terms of looks, Qin You is no worse than a star, but he's just not very popular. He needs someone like President Jiang to give him a hand and help him get ahead." The agent was practically grinning from ear to ear. Luckily, he had applied enough foundation, otherwise he wouldn't have enough to show for his sycophancy today.
Mr. Jiang took a drag of his cigarette and blew it in her face. The smell was pungent and the smoke was so strong that it made her want to cough.
But the agent dared not cough in front of President Jiang, and could only desperately try to suppress the urge to cough, his face turning almost red.
"I would like to help him, but you're not being sincere. You called me all this way just so I could listen to him sing a few songs? I told you, I don't understand young people's songs," Mr. Jiang said with a smile.
Having been in the industry for many years, how could the agent not understand what President Jiang meant? His bottom line and reason were constantly battling in his mind.
Even if she invited Qin You to offer a toast, Qin You might not agree. He might even humiliate her in front of President Jiang, which would surely make President Jiang furious and leave, and the cooperation would fall through!
But if she calls Qin You over to offer a toast, will President Jiang really stop at just offering a toast?
"Qin You, he..." The agent racked his brains for a solution, but before he could come up with anything, his tongue got tied in knots.
President Jiang's face immediately darkened.
Suddenly, a piercing noise came from the speakers. Just as President Jiang was about to make a scene, he saw the legendary untamed lion put down the microphone, pick up a wine glass, and walk towards him.
Qin You's face was cold, showing no trace of humility; on the contrary, his eyes held an air of arrogance.
"Mr. Jiang, let me toast you."
President Jiang's smile was chilling. Yes, that's how it should be.
She doesn't like prey that's too docile. She prefers that kind of arrogant self-importance; only when she tramples people under her feet can she appreciate the pain of shattered illusions.
"Please sit down," President Jiang said, patting the sofa next to him.
Qin You didn't move, and President Jiang wasn't in a hurry either, just watching him.
The agent was so anxious he was pinching his palms. Given the current situation, he just hoped that Qin You wouldn't suddenly go crazy and throw the wine in the other person's face. They couldn't afford to mess with him!
After reviewing the bill, Qin You calmed down considerably. Now that he had decided to enter the private room, he was determined to make this deal happen for the sake of President Jiang's 500,000 investment!
"To you, I'll drink this first." Qin You tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp.
Mr. Jiang didn't drink, but he still patted the seat next to him.
Qin You took off his coat and put it on the bar stool. He was wearing a sleeveless shirt underneath. When he sat down, the muscle lines on his arms were clearly visible, and his jeans were very tight.
He picked up the bottle in front of him and clinked it against Mr. Jiang's. "Mr. Jiang, I'll drink this. Please feel free to drink as you like."
He downed the entire bottle of wine, drinking heavily, chugging it down. The wine in the bottle kept decreasing, and the wine he couldn't swallow flowed down his neck and disappeared into his collar.
President Jiang smiled without saying a word, staring ambiguously at his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.
The manager was frantic. "Seriously? What's the difference between this and going crazy? If you drink yourself to death, you're not going to sing tomorrow, are you?!"
"Mr. Jiang, Qin You can sing more than just love songs; he can sing other songs too. How about we have him sing a few more for you to see how it goes? I guarantee that your investment will only bring you profits, not losses!"
Mr. Jiang swirled his wine glass, admiring Qin You's drinking manner. "I don't understand singing, but I enjoy watching him drink."
"But... he has a performance tomorrow." The agent said with a forced smile.
"Performance? What does that have to do with me? To put it bluntly, I can just throw the money at him and not ask for a single penny in return." President Jiang reached out and touched Qin You's lower abdomen. Qin You paused in his drinking and took a big step back.
He drank too much, his eyes were red, and he stared at President Jiang with a fierce look.
But Ms. Jiang just loves this kind of thing. As a 46-year-old woman who is still very wealthy, she really likes this kind of little lion, who is fierce and shrewish at night.
"I need the initial results, you know what I mean? Xiao Qin You~"
If the glass bottle hadn't been of such high quality, the agent suspected Qin You would have crushed it.
She didn't bring Qin You here today to sell himself, so how did things get to this point? If the other boss finds out, she's finished!
"I don't really understand, just like you don't understand our songs."
Qin You stood up and smashed the wine bottle in his hand on the ground.
The shards of glass flew everywhere, startling the agent into screaming.
As expected of a worldly woman, Ms. Jiang remained seated, unmoved.
"In my eyes, your little band is nothing more than a small fish in the ocean, not even fully grown, not worth investing in at all. The only one with value is you, Qin You. But don't overthink it, it's not your creative talent or your voice, it's simply you."
You're young and innocent now, and I'm willing to support your dreams. But once you've been in the industry for a while, do you think anyone will even notice you? Who would invest in an unknown little band? Let me tell you, once you leave here today, all the projects we discussed before will be null and void.
Do you know that you, as my agent, contacted me several times before I finally agreed to meet with you? You really don't want this money anymore?
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