Chapter 74 I'll give you a toast
Fu Qi'an raised the wine glass in his hand, gracefully raised it and gently clinked it with the glass of the man in front of him.
"Spring Mountain."
A moment after the voice was uttered, their eyes met again and sparks flew.
A good man, in front of the person he likes, will always feel a sense of crisis about another good man.
Inexplicably, that idea emerged in the hearts of both of them, and they competed secretly.
Start testing.
"Teacher Haruyama is such a busy man!"
Song Kai, the old fox, started digging a hole.
Fu Qi'an took a step back calmly, distanced himself from the person in front of him, and wrinkled his nose slightly.
The aroma was a bit too strong. The person opposite was full of the scent of perfume, like a peacock with its tail spread out.
In other words, before they arrived, who knows how many beautiful women were surrounding them...
"good."
There was no expression on Fu Qi'an's face, but Song Kai could clearly feel his disgust.
"What? Are you disgusted with me?"
Song Kai still had a fake smile on his face, but after he said this, the corners of his upturned eyes drooped slightly and he sighed softly.
“I never thought that one day I would be disliked by others.”
"Sorry, I just have rhinitis. Mr. Song has too many scents mixed together..."
Just enough.
Fu Qi'an stopped talking, but raised the corners of his eyes as he lowered his head to drink.
Zhu Yanshi's eyes flickered between the two people, and he didn't know why they suddenly became confrontational.
When the atmosphere was building to a more tense climax, it was blocked.
"Mr. Song, didn't you say that a distinguished guest wanted to see Teacher Chunshan tonight?"
The boy rolled his eyes and began to cue the process, urging them impatiently with his eyes.
What are you still talking about?
What did you promise me?
This banquet is comparable to the Hongmen Banquet, and there is a time bomb next to him that is ready to explode at any time.
Zhu Yanshi did not dare to relax even a little bit.
Song Kai smiled wryly, exchanged glances with the man in front of him, and then the two of them clinked their glasses again.
"This way, please."
Song Kai led the way in front.
The banquet hall was filled with guests socializing and chatting. The light shining on their bright and gorgeous clothes added a sense of nobility to the surroundings.
Song Kai walked in front, leading people to their destination while nodding and greeting the people passing by.
Fu Qi'an followed behind him, looking straight ahead and trying to keep a certain distance from the people passing by.
Not far behind him, a little tail was following him. When passing by the long table next to him, he would eat some food from time to time.
Her soft, white cheeks were slightly puffed up, and she was chewing the food in her mouth like a little hamster.
The slight dissatisfaction in Fu Qi'an's eyes was tinged with a smile, and finally, he curled his lips helplessly.
It was a sentence that happened to be stuck when the young man came forward to look.
"That chocolate tastes terrible...it tastes like plastic, don't eat it."
Bow your head and say POOH POOH POOH.
Song Kai led the man to the old man and briefly introduced them to each other. Seeing that the two started talking, he turned around and grabbed the boy's collar as he left the area.
"That's a bit discerning."
Don't interrupt others when they are talking.
He grabbed the man and left the area. When he let go, the boy frowned.
"Why are you pulling at my clothes? I rented them!"
He took off his suit jacket distressedly and checked the wrinkles on the back.
"If it breaks, I'll pay for it."
Song Kai always felt that the man in front of him looked a little bit disrespectful for the money, so he turned his head and looked at the graceful figures dancing on the dance floor.
"Just talk, why are you using your hands and feet?"
Zhu Yanshi rolled his eyes and reached out to smooth out the wrinkles on the back collar of his suit. Seeing that there was no big problem, he put on his clothes and glanced at Song Kai with disgust.
Then he took a step to the side, creating some distance between him and the man.
You can't get too close to capitalists, or you'll be stained by the stink of money.
What's more, it's a piece of wood soaked in a swamp of rust...
Rotten cucumber.
Why did you come to this conclusion?
As a gold medal assistant who has attended many large and small banquets and has rich banquet knowledge.
As soon as Zhu Yanshi walked into the banquet hall, he was able to quickly identify the various small groups at the banquet.
The core target of the small group's attention was the peacock Song Kai, who was wearing a black suit on the outside and a burgundy shirt on the inside.
The leader of the small group of girls flirted over there, and the core figures of the new corporate elite and young talents also sent secret glances over there.
Even if there was only a brief eye contact, Zhu Yanshi could instantly discern the complex relationships between the characters.
Ordinary friends would never look at each other in such an ambiguous way.
Song Kai is in his forties. He is well-maintained and suave, but there are countless gossips about him.
It's an old cucumber that's rotten to the point of being rotten...
Zhu Yanshi felt disgusted.
Song Kai was originally humming a song and counting the beats of the overlapping dancing figures. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that the people next to him kept glancing at him from time to time.
He raised his chin slightly.
Why.
Damn charm.
His attention shifted to the boy next to him.
Young people nowadays don’t know how to hide when they peek at others...
"I'm really..." distressed when you do this.
Helpless, he turned around and spoke.
I happened to meet the other person's rolling eyes and taking a step to the side.
“…”
With his 5.0 vision, Song Kai clearly saw disgust in the other person's eyes.
He quickly rolled his eyes, put on a fake smile, and turned his head to look at the sky.
"Something just fell into my eye..."
"It stabbed me to death..."
eye of a needle.
"Do you dislike me so much?"
Song Kai always thought that he had masculine charm, and many people around him were attracted to him, but today he suffered a series of setbacks.
That stupid idiot painter named Chunshan despised him.
Zhu Yanshi actually dislikes him too?
Zhu Yanshi faked a smile and blew the air with his eyes closed because the final payment had not been made.
"How is that possible! You are so old and strong! Who would despise you?"
“…”
curse.
Song Kai narrowed his eyes.
"Are you mad at me?"
"Hey, I have something else to do! You can have fun by yourself, I have to go to socialize..."
Zhu Yanshi picked up the wine glass on the table, turned around and slipped away.
The surroundings were bathed in bright lights, and the dazzling light could reflect people's faces on the ground.
Zhu Yanshi started running around the field with a wine glass in his hand, probably meaning that he was going to drink a glass of wine on behalf of Chunshan as a penalty.
Chunshan has been feeling unwell recently and is unable to meet you all one by one. Thank you all for your kindness. As Chunshan's assistant, I am obliged to drink a glass of wine on his behalf and apologize to all the wealthy bosses.
There is nothing wrong with this. At least, at least, I won't offend anyone else because of this banquet.
It will not cut off Fu Qian'an's future source of income.
Song Kai looked at the young man running around the field, his eyes fixed on him, and his fingers holding the wine glass gently stroked the wall of the glass.
In fact, with him around, no one else would embarrass Chunshan at today's banquet.
But there is one thing everyone knows: the unspoken rules of banquets.
Since you have agreed to attend the banquet, it is impossible that you are there just to see one person.
The little devil is difficult to deal with.
Perhaps no one would really want to make friends with a painter, after all, this is a chamber of commerce.
But this painter cannot just meet one boss.
This is the social etiquette of the bar. Meeting a boss is considered a start. Giving this person face, if others don't say a few words, it would be a real slap in the face.
Look down on other people at the party.
These people may not be very successful in industry, but they are very good at maintaining their reputation...
Now, the male painter named Chunshan went to talk by himself. His high spirits were like a silly boy carrying a heavy burden and toasting and drinking in the whole venue.
Chunshan obviously didn't understand the ins and outs of this, and Zhu Yanshi's kindness was wasted.
He didn't want anyone to see him, but just walked around the whole place by himself.
What's the point?
Just for that so-called promise?
I won't say that the promise will definitely be broken, but if I just turn a blind eye, why should I make my life so difficult?
Just for a young boy like that...
Song Kai took a sip of wine and followed the boy's back with his eyes, looking at his face clearly illuminated by the light, with two red spots on his cheeks.
In Song Kai's eyes, such a young, persistent and vibrant life is now tinged with a bit of pedantry, rigidity and stupidity, but the more so, the more it looks like a treasure.
Exploring deeper, you can discover a dazzling light emanating from within.
He carried with him the youthful spirit that Song Kai had long lost at his age.
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After drinking more than ten glasses of wine, Zhu Yanshi went to the bathroom to vomit. He leaned aside to rest and glanced to the side. He could see Fu Qian'an and the old man sitting on the sofa and talking.
The two maintained a comfortable social distance, but Zhu Yanshi could still detect a hint of discomfort in the man through his slightly furrowed brows.
Zhu Yanshi pursed his lips and laughed, then leaned back, sank into the sofa, and raised his head, letting the light fall into his bright eyes that were covered with a layer of mist.
The golden light is flickering.
The air was filled with the smell of alcohol and strong perfume. Zhu Yanshi closed his eyes and tried to rest as much as possible.
Just a little dizzy.
"There are only a few people left..."
He snapped his fingers, his movements casual and unfocused.
There were footsteps approaching not far away, and several people were coming this way.
The young man opened his eyes, his bright pupils flashing with brilliant light. He glanced over there and saw ill intentions in the eyes of the group of people.
It's a group of young people.
It was obvious that he was walking around the place, forming a group to have fun.
Zhu Yanshi looked a little dazed. He withdrew his gaze from the faces of the group of people and fell on the light above his head.
He smiled with his eyebrows curved, and suddenly remembered himself in the previous world.
As a young and inexperienced person, I attended a banquet with the boss of a small company. It was considered quite low-class. All the people there were nouveau riche and wealthy people. They had no cultural knowledge and no personal qualities.
Seeing him drinking one cup after another like a fool, I had the idea of playing a trick on him.
In the eyes of these rich people, it seems that the unattainable things that the lower class people dream of are gifts that they can promise at will as a prank.
After a discussion with the boss who brought him here, it seems like he gave him a project...
I can't remember the details.
Zhu Yanshi scratched his earlobe with his fingers and recalled the scene at the end of that day.
Very memorable.
A group of wealthy people sat at the table, opening bottle after bottle of fine wine. The mellow wine poured down from their heads, dripping along their black hair that was twisted into a line.
Occasionally it stings my eyes and causes a burning sensation.
There were roars of laughter all around, piercing my ears like thorns, and the things in front of my eyes were blurry. Expensive wine was opened unceremoniously and poured on me with a sense of humor.
When we returned home after the banquet, the weather was very cold. It was almost winter and the night wind was like a whip.
Zhu Yanshi sat alone at the door of the hotel, counting the stars in the sky.
He always remembered what the boss who led the prank said:
"In this kind of situation, your identity is just a toy."
“…Why are you ignoring me?”
"Hey! We're talking to you!"
"Why are you putting on airs?"
"Can't you hear me?"
Zhu Yanshi slowly opened his eyes, his gaze lazily cast on the faces of the young people in front of him.
With just a quick glance, he could instantly determine the identities of this group of people based on their clothing.
The young assistants teamed up to bully the new assistant.
He sat up, tapped the low table in front of him with his fingertips, picked up a glass of wine and raised it upwards.
He didn't even look at the person in front of him.
"I'll toast you guys."
Without asking any reason, he just tilted his head back and drank the whole bottle.
A character even more devilish than the devil is here.
"So many of us have come to see you..."
"You just want a drink?"
"Who are you looking down on?"
"You respect everyone else one by one... What? You look down on us?"
Several young men grinned wickedly, their posture as if they were teasing an ant, with disdain in their eyes.
And in the midst of this laughter, suddenly there was the crisp sound of the bottom of a wine glass hitting the table.
The glass shattered along the back of the white hand, and the fragments fell all over the table.
There was a cut on the back of Zhu Yanshi's hand, but the young man didn't care. He withdrew his hand, gently shook off the blood that seeped out of the back of his hand, and didn't even look up at the young man in front of him.
He sighed, his voice very soft, as if he was chatting, but his words carried a strong sense of oppression, weighing heavily on me.
"I said, I just want to drink a toast."
"I'm giving you face."
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The author has something to say: Having written this far, I actually feel that the character of Ah Shi is flesh and blood. He may be servile, servile, opportunistic, and even not upright.
But he was just an orphan from a low-income family. Even if he traveled through time and space to this body, he was still a poor baby who had no one to teach him and had to rely on himself to fall countless times before he could get up.
As mentioned before, he can give up everything to stay alive, even his dignity, and at this moment, he is actually trying his best to support his shattered dignity.
He can give up his dignity in order to survive, but he will not allow anyone to trample on his dignity again.
He is very complicated, and there are actually many aspects about him that I may not have discovered, but I am very grateful that he led me to write about his life.
That's how he should be.
——Random notes, inspired by feelings, on July 13, 2025
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