God's Wine
The most bustling area in the city center, with its flashing neon lights and heavy traffic.
The magnificent and upscale bar [Cloud·LUXE] standing here is the place where Qu Shiyao had her love-hate relationship with the domineering CEO on her first night after transmigrating into the book.
At this moment, Qu Shiyao revisited the place she had visited before.
She stood in front of the bar's dazzling entrance, looking absolutely stunning.
Her face was painted as if a palette had been overturned, with smoky eyes, fluorescent blush, and bright red lips, paired with a pair of huge sunglasses that covered half of her face.
She was wrapped up tightly, but was carrying a bulging, heavy-looking handbag.
This outfit is incredibly effective.
Stylish men and women entering and leaving the bar all turned their heads, their eyes filled with "Where did this source of mental pollution come from?"
When passing by her, everyone tacitly kept a half-meter distance, for fear of being tainted by any unclean air.
The well-trained security guards at the entrance were on high alert, their muscles tense, their sharp eyes fixed on the unconventional terrorist who appeared to be there to cause trouble.
【Host…】The system covered its face in its mind.
[Actually... we really don't need to work this hard...] It was extremely grateful that it was just an invisible data entity, otherwise, the embarrassment would have been enough to make it unable to face its elders and fellow villagers.
Binding to a host is truly the biggest challenge for the system!
"Tongzi, you don't understand." Qu Shiyao ignored the gazes around her and stepped inside.
The security guard hesitated for a moment, but ultimately did not dare to stop this "god".
With a clear goal in mind, she headed straight for the bar. "As the saying goes, true masters hide in plain sight! The more unconventional you are, the less likely anyone will recognize you! That's called thinking outside the box!"
system:【……】
Watching its host instantly become the center of attention after taking their seat, it silently remarked: "Host, your head-turning rate is absolutely 100%."
Upon hearing this, Qu Shiyao confidently turned around.
Whoosh—!
The crowd that had been secretly observing her scattered like birds and beasts, looking at the sky, the ground, and their wine glasses, but not daring to look at her.
Qu Shiyao smiled contentedly, revealing her gaping maw. She brushed aside a few unruly strands of colorful bangs from her forehead and exclaimed with admiration:
"Tsk, being too charming can be a burden. It's a good thing I didn't enter the entertainment industry, otherwise how would those celebrities survive?"
The sound was neither too loud nor too soft, just enough for the nearby tables to hear clearly.
puff--
Someone choked on the alcohol.
The people around them sat even further away, wishing they could shrink into a crack in the wall.
The system just wants to dig a hole, crawl inside, and put up a sign that reads: This system is dead, do not disturb!
[Ahem!] The system abruptly changed the subject.
[Host, CEO Si is in the VIP room on the top floor. Are we just going to sit here doing nothing?]
"What's the rush?" Qu Shiyao glanced at the wine list and reluctantly ordered the cheapest one—Ice Temptation, priced at 999.
The wine was served quickly, the crystal-clear liquid swirling in the glass.
Qu Shiyao picked it up, tilted her head back, and gulped it down!
Glug!
The bartender behind the counter stared wide-eyed.
Qu Shiyao smacked her lips. Not bad, but it felt like something was missing.
She put down her empty glass and waved her hand generously: "Another one, please!"
The bartender's lips twitched slightly, but he maintained a professional smile and elegantly mixed another drink.
However, just as he pushed the prepared drink over, the scene before him caused his blood pressure to spike instantly! A deafening "boom" resounded in his mind!
Then, this "God" pulled a bottle of ice-cold Coke out of her bulging bag!
Then, it was poured into that carefully prepared "Iced Temptation" with a "ton ton ton" sound!
The orange-yellow liquid collided with the clear wine, creating a truly horrific scene.
The bartender's smile froze completely, and the veins on the back of his hand holding the shaker bulged.
At that moment, only one thought occupied his mind: I might as well not take this stupid job! I'll fight this lunatic to the death!
"Zhe! Calm down! Take a deep breath! Think about your mortgage!"
A quick-thinking colleague grabbed him and, with a mix of coaxing and persuasion, dragged him to the back, saying, "I'll do it! I'll take your place!"
The system was terrified: [Host! Tone it down! Do you want to drive the bartender crazy and then inherit his job?!]
"Tongzi, you're making a big fuss over nothing." Qu Shiyao didn't care at all and picked up a spoon to stir the cola cocktail mixture.
"Isn't alcohol made for people to drink? Why can he add those ingredients, but I can't add soft drinks?"
She picked up the "special cocktail" and took a small sip with anticipation.
The next second, "Pfft—!"
A strange drink, a mixture of alcohol and cola, sprayed directly from her mouth, and the scene briefly spiraled out of control.
[Host! Your 100 yuan! It just sprayed out of your mouth!] The system was heartbroken, wanting to catch it but finding it disgusting.
"Ugh..." Qu Shiyao covered her mouth, her face contorted in pain, the physiological nausea almost making her vomit.
Novels are all lies! The main character can just add a few things and it tastes even better!
But when she added some soda, it changed completely; this stuff tasted like swill mixed with disinfectant!
She stared at the dark drink that was still nine-tenths full in the glass, her mind urging her not to waste it, but her mouth remained firmly shut, indicating that she couldn't drink it.
Qu Shiyao was both heartbroken about the money and disgusted by the taste, suffering double torment.
The newly arrived bartender, barely suppressing a twitch in his eye, handed over a tissue, his voice trembling: "Sir, sir, would you... like one?"
They were afraid that this ancestor would vomit directly here and ruin their signboard.
"Thanks……"
Qu Shiyao took the tissue to wipe her mouth, caught her breath, then pointed at the masterpiece with a "you got a great deal" expression:
"Brother, you're a good guy! I'll sell you this 'exquisite wine' for half price! A rock-bottom price! Don't miss this opportunity!"
Bartender: "..."
His professional, fake smile faltered. "Thank you... thank you for your kindness, but I'm allergic to alcohol..."
"Oh, don't be so polite!" Qu Shiyao pushed the cup forward again, looking distressed. "It's yours! Let's be friends!"
The bartender was internally screaming: Who wants to be friends with you?!
He took a deep breath and forced out the words through gritted teeth: "I'm sorry, sir, we cannot accept gifts during working hours. Please enjoy it as soon as possible, don't waste it."
He emphasized the word "waste".
Just as the awkward atmosphere of polite politeness between Qu Shiyao and the bartender continued to build, a system alarm sounded: [Host! Stop! There's something going on in that private room! The 'atmosphere team' that the CEO's cronies called has arrived!]
Although the CEO is still maintaining that aloof, icy demeanor, the others are already getting restless! It's about to get intimate!
Qu Shiyao's eyes sharpened, and she stood up abruptly!
The bartender jumped back in fright, covering his chest with his hands, extremely vigilant.
Qu Shiyao grabbed the glass of "Peerless Poison" and said sincerely to the bartender, "Brother, I'll keep this priceless treasure for myself! I'm not giving it to you!"
After saying that, he picked up his glass and walked menacingly into the depths of the bar.
The bartender watched her retreating figure, then let out a long sigh of relief, feeling as if he had escaped a disaster.
Qu Shiyao, carrying the cup of biochemical weapon, walked proudly past the door of the CEO's private room.
Two bodyguards in black stood like gatekeepers, their sharp eyes sweeping over this "oddball".
Qu Shiyao looked straight ahead and walked directly to the restroom next door.
After confirming that no one was in the cubicle, she locked the door, put down her cup, took out her phone, and skillfully pressed three numbers.
"Hello? Is this a police officer?" Her voice instantly switched to a righteous and indignant citizen mode, enunciating clearly, "I want to report! 'Cloud·LUXE' bar..."
"...In the luxurious private room 'Tianque' at No. 107, someone is engaging in illegal prostitution involving multiple people! Yes! The scene is appalling! Please dispatch officers immediately! Crack down on prostitution and illegal activities! Eliminate this scourge for the people!"
System: [...] Familiar recipe, familiar taste.
This bar is incredibly unlucky, having been thwarted twice by the same "helpful citizen".
After hanging up the phone, Qu Shiyao patted her bulging handbag with regret.
That brand-new urea bag inside was a "gift" she specially made for Ba Zong!
Unfortunately, it seems we won't need it tonight.
[Host, do you have a grudge against this bar?] The system couldn't help but ask.
"You don't understand." Qu Shiyao washed her hands, her face inscrutable.
"The fact that it remained standing after we reported it last time shows it has powerful backing. For tough nuts to crack, you have to..."
She shook the water droplets off her hands. "Report it a few more times! Let the 'protective umbrella' behind it also taste the iron fist of public supervision!"
She picked up the glass of "poisoned wine" that she had only taken a sip of and walked out of the bathroom.
As soon as I turned the corner in the corridor, I saw a drunken, bald man shoving a young female waitress around with a lewd grin, spewing vulgarities.
"Hey girl~ want to have a drink together~ don't be shy..."
The waitress was terrified and struggled desperately.
Qu Shiyao's eyes turned cold. She strode forward and grabbed the drunkard's greasy shoulder with such force that she almost choked him to death.
"Uncle~ Aren't you drunk enough?"
Qu Shiyao pinched her throat, her voice sickeningly sweet, and with her other hand, she shoved the remaining "poisoned wine" in the cup into the drunkard's wide-open mouth with lightning speed.
"Come on, have some more to liven things up!"
"Gulp... Ugh... Vomit—!!!"
The drunkard was forced to swallow the mixed liquid, and his face instantly turned blue. He clutched his stomach, bent over, and vomited violently, almost bringing up bile.
He collapsed to the ground, like a fish out of water, too weak to even lift his head, let alone bother anyone.
The waitress, still shaken, glanced gratefully at Qu Shiyao and ran away like a rabbit.
Qu Shiyao looked at the empty wine glass, then at the drunkard rolling his eyes on the ground, and nodded with satisfaction: "Tsk, it's a good use of resources, and my 999 wasn't wasted."
[...]
The system looked at the filth, then at the empty glass in Qu Shiyao's hand, and sighed sincerely: "This glass of wine, in the final moments of its life, ultimately revealed its true value."
Qu Shiyao turned around gracefully, sporting that shockingly unconventional "emo" makeup, and carrying her handbag.
Amidst countless awe-inspiring gazes, I swaggered away from the ill-fated [Cloud·LUXE].
A slight smile! Concealing one's achievements and fame!
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