Chapter 690 The night in the capital city gradually deepened. The streets, still bustling with traffic, were illuminated by neon lights. Inside the luxurious nightclubs in the city's most prosperous area, a scene of extravagance and debauchery had already unfolded.
In the VIP room on the top floor, the crystal chandelier emitted a dazzling light, illuminating the entire room as if it were daytime. The air was filled with the rich aroma of expensive liquor and a faint smell of tobacco. Soothing jazz music played from the stereo in the corner, but it couldn't suppress the subtle noise inside the room.
Zhao Shuo, who is usually glamorous in front of the camera and adored by countless fans, has lost all his celebrity airs at this moment. Like a docile little lamb, he sits timidly in the center of the sofa, leaning slightly forward and adopting an extremely humble posture.
Surrounding him sat several well-dressed playboys, each with a lazy demeanor and a hint of nonchalant arrogance in their eyes—the families behind these men were all truly top-tier entities in the capital, and any one of them could easily deal with him, more easily than crushing an ant.
Zhao Shuo licked his dry lips, forced a fawning smile, picked up the wine bottle on the table, and bowed slightly to the group of playboys.
"Brothers, I'm not good with words, so I'll let my actions speak for themselves. I'll start with three drinks, wishing you all success in your careers and ever-increasing prosperity!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he picked up the wine glass in front of him and carefully filled it with amber-colored liquor.
The liquor emitted a strong aroma as soon as it was poured into the glass, clearly indicating a very high alcohol content.
Without hesitation, Zhao Shuo picked up the first glass of wine, tilted his head back, and drank it all in one gulp. The spicy liquid slid down his throat, burning like fire.
He suppressed his discomfort and poured himself two more glasses, chugging them down one after another.
After three glasses of strong liquor, Zhao Shuo's cheeks flushed bright red, like a boiled shrimp, and his eyes began to glaze over.
He put down his glass, wiped the wine stains from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, and still forced a smile, but there was a hint of undisguised embarrassment in that smile.
The bespectacled young man sitting next to him watched him with a hint of amusement in his eyes. He slowly picked up his glass, gently swirled the liquid inside, exchanged a glance with Wang Teng, then reached out and patted him on the shoulder, his tone filled with undisguised mockery and insult:
"Little Shuo, you're quite the gentleman. But speaking of which, with so many big shots here, isn't it a bit disrespectful of you to only drink three cups?"
The words "Xiao Shuozi" pierced Zhao Shuo's heart like needles, causing his face to stiffen for a moment and his hands on his knees to clench unconsciously.
But this discomfort was fleeting; he quickly released his grip, his smile becoming even more obsequious.
"Brother is right! I didn't think it through!"
He quickly picked up the bottle and poured himself another glass of wine. This time, he poured six glasses and lined them up on the table, pushing them in front of him like a sacrifice.
"Brothers, it was my oversight. I'll drink these six cups in a row to apologize to you all!"
After saying that, Zhao Shuo took a deep breath and poured the first glass of wine into his mouth.
One glass of strong, spicy liquor after another poured down his throat, burning his throat and stomach, bringing waves of nausea and discomfort.
Zhao Shuo usually only drinks low-alcohol wine when attending events, so how could he withstand such a strong drink?
After finishing six glasses of wine, he felt dizzy and lightheaded, his eyelids felt as heavy as lead, and he wished he could collapse on the sofa and fall asleep immediately.
The scene in the private room was indescribably abstract—on one side were richly dressed, arrogant playboys, and on the other side were glamorous celebrities who were humble and ingratiating in real life. The huge contrast was heartbreaking.
But that's reality. That's how the rules are in the industry. Some seemingly glamorous celebrities are no different from dogs in the face of real power, with no dignity whatsoever.
As someone in the industry, Zhao Shuo sees things more clearly than anyone else.
He clearly remembers that in earlier years, a municipal-level police chief could easily manipulate female celebrities; later, many similar scandals were exposed, revealing the darkness behind the industry.
Earlier, in a certain region, many celebrities couldn't withstand the pressure and ultimately committed suicide by jumping off buildings due to depression, ending their lives prematurely.
Knowing all this, Zhao Shuo never dared to have the slightest thought of resistance, nor did he dare to offend any of the纨绔 (playboys) present.
These people usually seem carefree and irresponsible, but when it comes to actually taking action, they are often more ruthless and unscrupulous than those seemingly serious big shots.
He struggled to keep from collapsing, his head resting against the back of the sofa, his eyes glazed over as he stared at the blurry figures before him. The sounds of the playful banter and laughter of the wealthy young men seemed to haunt him like a curse.
Zhao Shuo knew that he had no choice but to grit his teeth and get through tonight's ordeal.
If you can get through this, you'll be able to connect with these rich young men.
With the bald boss in front and these playboys behind him, Zhao Shuo was no longer afraid of Tang Qi and Lin Yilin. No matter how powerful the two superstars were, they couldn't compare to the young masters present.
Otherwise, even if he was terrified of these people, he wouldn't have acted so humbly.
All this is so that they can get in touch with someone.
What Zhao Shuo didn't know was that the young masters were also thinking of using him to get close to Shen Qingling.
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