The boy quickly followed the bartender over.
She rested her elbows on the back of the sofa, propped her head up with her fingers, and tilted her head to subtly observe the slender, tall boy. Her gaze swept over the few red bills he was holding in his hand.
It moved upwards, landing on the boy's face.
From afar, he appears aloof and indifferent, yet his singing exudes a certain ethereal quality. Only upon closer inspection can one truly appreciate his indomitable spirit and resilience.
The boy recognized Fu Tingshen as the bar owner.
"Jiang Xiu, right?"
The boy nodded slightly, then quickly added, "Yes, my name is Jiang Xiu."
"Please sit down. I didn't ask you to come here for any other reason than to find out how long you've been here. Has it been more than a week? What do you think of my place?"
Fu Tingshen gestured for the boy to sit down, then glanced at Fu Yinyin, giving her a look that said, "If you're not going to treat someone to drinks, then you should."
The boy did not sit down, but stood like a pine tree, and calmly replied, "Today is the eighth day, and the people here have taken good care of me."
In fact, he doesn't interact with people much.
I only got to exchange a couple of words with the manager.
Come at the appointed time, take the money, and leave.
Compared to other bars, the one Fu Tingshen paid for him was already considered high-end.
It's the same six songs, but it's played at three times the speed of other venues.
So regardless of whether he can get along with people or not, he will always say yes.
Fu Tingshen gave him an approving look: "From now on, you'll sing exclusively at my venue, and I'll pay you a monthly salary. How about it? Want to consider it?"
Jiang Xiu is very satisfied with the current salary system.
Singing at this venue on a monthly basis might not earn him as much as he does now.
Fu Tingshen was just saying it casually, and when he heard the boy politely decline, he didn't take it to heart.
His gaze fell once more on his cousin.
She sent someone.
Is he mute?
Say something.
Fu Yinyin winked at Zhou Jiahe.
Zhou Jiahe received a look, coughed lightly, and asked, "So, do you have a girlfriend?"
The boy frowned.
I don't really want to answer such personal questions.
He'd been in those places for a long time and heard this kind of talk far too often.
Whether they have a girlfriend or not makes no difference to these people.
In some people's view, whether or not they have a partner, it doesn't stop them from indulging in unrestrained debauchery.
Let alone just being boyfriend and girlfriend, even if they're married, so what? It just adds a touch of morally reprehensible excitement to this game of love and sex.
Some people, whose children are probably quite old, would simply throw money in front of him and ask if it would be enough to buy him for one night.
The meaning behind her question was quite clear.
He pondered how to keep his job while dissuading her from having any further thoughts.
Fu Tingshen clicked his tongue, narrowed his eyes, and said in a sinister tone, "Zhou Jiahe, say that again?"
Zhou Jiahe pointed at Qin Yue with her finger: "I asked for Yueyue."
All eyes were fixed on Qin Yue's fair face with a hint of pink.
Including Jiang Xiu.
She was undoubtedly the best one in the crowd.
However, a beautiful and harmless appearance does not necessarily reflect a person's character.
More often than not, a beautiful exterior is merely a packaging box for a stinking soul.
However, the look in her eyes told him that she meant him no harm.
The initial surprise was met with curious observation, not a judgment of material value.
Qin Yue looked at the wary boy, processed Zhou Jiahe's words, and without explaining anything, slowly said, "Didn't you say he has other work? Don't delay his work. Let him go first."
As Jiang Xiu followed the bartender, he turned his back and walked a few steps before letting down his guard with a sigh of relief.
He was just an ordinary person and didn't want to have anything to do with these rich young masters and heiresses who were born with a silver spoon in their mouths.
Once everyone had disappeared from sight, Fu Tingshen waved to the bartender and whispered a few words.
The bartender quickly brought something over and presented it to Qin Yue.
Fu Tingshen crossed his legs, swinging one leg back and forth: "If Sister Yue is really interested in that kid's personal information, then go for it. Try to get him in two days."
Qi Ye was displeased: "Stop giving me unsolicited help. Sister Yue would never like those pretty boys who I could kill with one punch."
Fu Yinyin gave him a look that said, "It's enough that you're good-looking and have a nice voice."
Qi Ye was so angry he turned into a pufferfish. He sat up straight and deliberately put on a high-pitched voice, saying, "I'm good-looking and have a nice voice too."
The person next to him spat out a mouthful of water: "Dude, let's be normal, I'm scared."
"So pretentious." Fu Yinyin rubbed her ears. "Don't insult our ears."
Fu Tingshen and Qi Ye were now united in their indignation: "Their looks are just so-so, and although their singing is not bad, it's only slightly better than ours."
He pinched a small section of his index finger with his thumb.
Zhou Jiahe sneered: "Other people's singing can charm countless girls, but your voice, which sounds like a broken gong, is completely tone-deaf. Even ghosts and wandering spirits would be terrified and cry for their parents if they heard you singing in the middle of the night."
She was telling the truth.
Others charge money for singing, but Fu Tingshen sings by yelling at the top of his lungs, as if the more heart-wrenching the singing, the more it touches people's hearts—it's truly deadly.
"I don't need to charm thousands of girls, just one of you falling at my feet is enough."
He suddenly put on a deeply affectionate act, but Zhou Jiahe wasn't buying it.
"It was clearly you who fell at my feet."
"Anyway, we're all going to end up in the same place, so who cares who we bow down to?" Fu Tingshen said with a smile, seemingly unconcerned. "Sister Yue, take a look at his basic information there. However, it's hard to say how much of it is true and how much is false. In this kind of workplace, many people only have one real contact number. But if Sister Yue really likes him, I'll have someone investigate him more thoroughly."
Qin Yue naturally didn't need Fu Tingshen to investigate.
Seeing her nonchalant attitude, Qi Ye secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Little did they know that they were celebrating too soon.
For the next three days, Qin Yue arrived at the bar on time without telling Fu Tingshen and the others.
I simply watched Jiang Xiu go on stage and sing.
Jiang Xiu also noticed the boss's friend.
She just sat quietly, and there were always people fawning over her.
But each time, before those people could get close, they were blocked by one of her bodyguards.
However, none of that concerns him.
He just needs to sing his own songs well.
He's late today.
Jiang's mother has a malignant lung tumor, and currently the only treatment options are surgery combined with chemotherapy.
To save money, she would go home to recuperate after each chemotherapy session.
It has been ten days since the last chemotherapy session, and I should be able to eat normally by now. But today, for some reason, I suddenly started vomiting badly.
He took her to the hospital, accompanied her through the examination, and when he came out of the hospital, he found that it was too late.
He gritted his teeth and hailed a taxi, but was still late because of traffic.
He called the manager in advance, but the manager didn't answer. He then sent a message, but the manager didn't reply either.
He rushed into the bar, expecting to be scolded and even fired.
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