Chapter 108: Good Friend

Chapter 108: Good Friend

Everyone looked past him to the next person. This was an old man with white hair. He looked older than seventy. However, he looked spirited and he exuded confidence.

“Bei Qian,” The old man nodded slightly, “I’m a professor at the art school. My speciality is Chinese Paintings.” The elder had great temperance.

The next was the Bushy Haired Fatty. He began cautiously, “My name is Ben Fu. I’m a programmer. I’m 28 but I started my job early. I have been a programmer for 10 years already.” Then, he lowered his head and whispered, “Other than my professional work, I don’t have much expertise.” He knew that in this era, his skill was probably worthless.Fịndd new updates on n(o)v/e/lbin(.)com

Jiang Cheng stared at the man and said, “You’re lying! I haven’t met a programmer who is not bald!” He pointed at the man’s head, “How can you have such great hair?”

Ben Fu shuddered. He quickly removed his wig and shook it to prove himself. “This is a wig. In the third year of my work, I had already started...”

Everyone started to relax when they saw Ben Fu’s Mediterranean pattern baldness.

Then came the turn for the dutiful woman and the seductive woman. The dutiful woman was a standard housewife, and her name was Lee Lu. She had a blue-collar husband and a three-year-old daughter. She normally stayed at home, cooking, cleaning, and gardening. She was a home-ec expert. However, she was not good at anything else.

The seductive woman’s self-introduction was very simple. Her name was Yu Man. She easily admitted that she worked in nightclubs. She pressed her lips and blew a kiss at the men.

Jiang Cheng’s blood boiled. Zhou Rong’s eyes dimmed.

Priest, painter, programmer, nightclub hostess and a housewife...

So far, no one was impressive. He needed people with specific expertise like detective work, analysis, mathematics... and so on. What are these?

“I’m a model.” Jiang Cheng said proudly. “I work the night shifts too, but I’m different from her.” He pointed at Yu Man and chuckled derisively, “I’m from the high-end group. Do you understand? I will not appear unless I’m booked. It’s impossible for a normal customer to see me.”

Zhou Rong, “???”

Everyone, “???”

Yu Man, “...”

Chen Xiaomeng, “This man is crazy. Don’t believe him! I don’t even know him!”

Just as Jiang Cheng was about to explain himself to prove that he was a sought-after host, the sound of argument came from outside the booth. It started slow, but it became more agitated. It was soon accompanied by a woman’s crying and the sound of the tables clashing. The attention of the people in the booth was successfully distracted.

Zhou Rong moved to pull the curtain back. The person who was crying was a middle-aged woman around 40.

The woman stood in the middle of the lobby. A tan man was chasing her out. His attitude was brash and rude.

“How many times have I told you already? I have not seen them!” The man had on a dirty apron. As he shoved the woman out, he threatened, “If I see you sneak into this place again, I’ll break your legs!”

The middle-aged woman refused to leave quietly. The man became irritated. He subconsciously reached for the wooden club behind the door.