Chapter 7 Sprinkle paraquat on his grave
Amidst the roaring sound waves and dazzling lights, young men and women danced to the rhythm of the music on the dance floor.
The nightclub owner, dressed in a red fringed halter top, quietly approached Zhang Mo's booth on the second floor, carrying a bottle of the most expensive champagne in the entire club.
"This is one of my personal favorite wines. Knowing you don't like extravagance, I didn't bother with any special effects or light sticks." The nightclub owner, a glamorous woman with wavy hair, put down her drink and sat down next to Zhang Mo. "How's my place?"
Because the music in the nightclub was so loud, the two unconsciously sat very close together while talking, appearing extremely intimate.
Under the booming music, Zhang Mo could feel her neurotic heart rate rising and falling with the rhythm of the music.
"Thanks, Sister Sunny." This woman grew up with Zhang Mo in the same orphanage. She was two years older than Zhang Mo and worked as a live streamer for a while before retiring after making enough money. The two were very familiar with each other, so Zhang Mo didn't stand on ceremony with her: "The venue is nice, but there aren't many beauties."
Sunny looked around and laughed, "Aren't there enough beauties today? Aren't your standards too high? I know you've booked the whole place, so I'm very strict about looks. Anyone who's not good-looking isn't allowed in."
“However…” Sunny’s gaze fell on the three little wolves who were perched on the second-floor railing looking down, her eyes filled with amazement and admiration. “Compared to the four handsome guys next to you, the looks of passersby are obviously not up to par.”
Yes, four handsome guys.
Because Jiang Mian had also arrived. However, at this moment, she was huddled on the sofa, feeling extremely uncomfortable, trembling as she held a glass of alcohol-free juice, looking just like Tang Sanzang who had been tricked into the Spider Cave.
After a round of "non-violent non-cooperation," Jiang Mian finally gave in and, as expected, handed over the company's entire cash of 300,000 yuan at sunset. The three little wolves also emptied all her personal bank cards and maxed out her credit limits, scraping together 200,000 yuan.
Now, the total of 500,000 yuan has been transferred to Zhang Mo's account.
To be honest, what Zhang Mo needed wasn't the number, but to make Jiang Mian understand who really called the shots here!
Jiang Mian, who finally understood, was on the verge of tears. At this moment, he was heavily in debt, pitiful and miserable, just like the male protagonist in a Korean BL comic, truly pitiful to behold.
However, judging from the area where Sunny's gaze lingered, it was clear that Jiang Mian, this pale, thin, and pretty boy, was not her type.
She prefers the handsome triplets.
Especially the three of them, looking like country bumpkins who had just arrived in the city, with their innocent and bright eyes that had never seen the world before, were incredibly captivating to an older sister like Sunny...
Sunny giggled and nudged Zhang Mo with her shoulder, hinting ambiguously, "Your appetite's been pretty good lately?"
Zhang Mo stated that he is a gentleman: "Don't talk nonsense, these are all my employees."
Sunny exclaimed in surprise, "You started a company? What does it do? Didn't you say you were going to take a break for a while?"
The two grew up together in an orphanage, and Sunny knew that Zhang Mo had a weak heart since childhood. However, to avoid worrying her, Zhang Mo hadn't told her about the recent worsening of her condition, only saying that she wanted to rest for a while. As for the current situation, it was even more inconvenient to explain, so Zhang Mo just smiled without saying a word and said to the three of them, "You guys, stop watching the show up there, come down and dance." Her tone was just like that of a parent taking their child on a picnic.
The youngest, Lang Xing, scratched his head: "Dancing? I don't know how to do that." The other two also looked a little lost.
Sunny particularly liked this kind of handsome young man whose looks outweighed his intelligence, and enthusiastically introduced him, saying, "You don't need to learn this kind of thing. Just wiggle along to the music. Anyway, it's dark, no one will pay attention to your movements. It's all about the atmosphere."
Lang Yue: "But, in the short videos I see online, whenever someone dances, there are always people coming over to compete or have a PK battle. If we lose, wouldn't we lose face?"
Sunny found them all very interesting and deliberately patted the seat next to her in a flirtatious manner: "Really? What video? Let me see it too."
After considering the intelligence levels of these three people, Zhang Mo asked coolly, "Is it that kind of video where there's a girl yelling 'Stop fighting!'?"
The three of them, with their faces clearly showing their stupidity, exclaimed in unison, "How did you know?!"
Sunny:
After thinking for a moment, Sunny decided to back off. She still had some principles; she shouldn't get involved with a boy whose intellectual level was clearly below that of an adult, as it would make her feel guilty.
Zhang Mo also let out a deep breath and put on a kind smile like a kindergarten teacher: "Don't worry, if someone really wants to have a dance battle with you, don't be afraid. Don't always think about what you can't do, just think about what you can do."
The three of them immediately realized that it made sense.
Zhang Mo: "Oh, by the way, who's going to wear this Bluetooth microphone?"
"Give it to me." Lang Ri took the portable wireless microphone, which was about the size of a hair clip, and casually clipped it to his collar. Then, the three of them, with the fearless spirit of newborn calves, went downstairs to have some fun.
Zhang Mo immediately instructed Jiang Mian: "What are you standing there for? Start the live stream."
Jiang Mian resignedly took out her phone and stood upstairs, following the three of them from a distance, filming them all the way.
Sunny understood: "Are they livestreamers?"
"Not really, it's just the first day of live streaming. I just thought they were all pretty good-looking and wanted to scout out some talent. I didn't bring them here specifically to see if they had any talent as streamers, since they're such a senior."
Sunny was a little surprised by this: "Oh, you're not a programmer anymore? You've finally decided to step out from behind the scenes and into the spotlight? I've always said it, it's such a waste to keep your face hidden behind a computer screen!"
Zhang Mo waved his hand and said with a Zen-like expression, "What are you thinking? I have a live streaming platform now, let these young men make money for me."
Sunny became interested: "Which platform? Tell me." She used to be a top streamer in the dance section. Although she had left the industry, she still knew a thing or two about it.
Zhang Mo didn't bother to hide it, since there was no way to hide it anyway: "'Shanhai Live' is my father's company, which is in biology. He recently died, so it fell into my hands."
Sunny: "......"
That short sentence contained a huge amount of information, and it nearly overheated Sunny's CPU.
Jiang Mian secretly glanced at Sunny's expression—shock, regret, disbelief—it was truly a fascinating mix.
Sunny: "You...you found your biological father?"
Jiang Mian was feeling a little relieved, thinking: This is the correct reaction of a normal person after hearing such an explosive statement, when Sunny shouted angrily: "That kind of scum is only dying now? I thought he had been dead for more than ten years!"
Zhang Mo was pleased to see her best friend's indignant expression. Sitting in a bossy posture, she put one arm around Sunny's smooth, slender shoulder and said, "Calm down. He's going to die sooner or later anyway. As long as he's dead, it's a good thing."
As a girl who was also abandoned in an orphanage from a young age, Sunny nodded: "That's true." Those scumbags who abandon their infants, no matter when they die, will eventually go to hell anyway, so there's no need to delve into it.
“By the way, can I go to his grave and throw paraquat on it?” Sunny asked suddenly.
Zhang Mo: "I didn't plan to make a tombstone for him."
Sunny: "What about the ashes? Were the ashes just scattered?"
Zhang Mo almost forgot about this thing; it seemed Jiang Mian had put it away back then: "It doesn't matter, we can just flush it down the toilet later."
Jiang Mian finally couldn't hold back any longer and said, trembling, "That's your own father!"
Zhang Mo retorted without hesitation: "He raised me, so he's my father. If he doesn't raise me, then I'm his father!"
Sunny remarked appreciatively, "It's reasonable and well-founded."
Jiang Mian: "Forget it, the most important thing right now is for him to quickly buy a safe and hide the boss's ashes."
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