Cannon Fodder Substitute Alliance 

Chapter 2

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Editor: Sai Hiroto

While Cheng Lang was singing on the stage, in the VIP area on the second floor—

In the VIP room that was not open to the public, bar manager Han Mingchen looked at the man sitting on the sofa with an awkward expression. The man was wearing a well-tailored black suit with deep features, a high nose bridge, thin lips, and a pair of deep eyes that showed no emotion.

A fat, white man with a round figure sat next to him, holding a glass of whiskey with a wolfberry in his hand. At this moment, he was watching the performance below with great interest.

"Is this the pillar of your White Jade Capital? It's quite interesting."

Cheng Lang is certainly not the pillar of the bar. When Cheng Lang came on stage just now, he also said that he was performing in Meng Tianye's place.

Han Mingchen glanced at the calm man. He felt a chill running down his spine. In his heart, he cursed Meng Tianye for being immature. He got angry at any time, but it just happened to happen today.

The atmosphere in the box was slightly silent. After a long time, the man slowly spoke: "Third uncle said yes, so be it. It's a small thing, not important. Since the third uncle is willing to promote him, let's give him a chance."

Han Mingchen felt relieved.

Hearing this, the fat white man laughed and said, "My nephew, it's great that you are willing to give me this face. I've always said that you can't write two Qin characters with one stroke. Even if my nephew hates our family, we are blood relatives. Your father did some messed-up things back then, but that was a matter of the previous generation. Now your mother is gone, and the dust returns to dust. Let’s end the grudges from the previous generation. The old man misses you too. I hope you can come back to visit your family when you have time."

The man didn't respond.

The fat white man didn't take it seriously and continued with a smile, "I know you grew up in the Lu family and have some affection for the Lu family. But don't be too indulgent and let the little lover raised by the Lu family act like a spoiled brat in your own place. After a long time, I'm afraid that the people in your place will also change their names."

Han Mingchen's face changed. He looked at the man subconsciously: "Boss, I—"

The man casually poured a glass of wine and raised it to the fat white man.

The fat white man drank the whiskey-soaked wolfberries with a smile on his face: "It's getting late. Third Uncle is old and has been taking care of his health recently. I won't sit down. After this toast, let's go back to our family home and chat some other time."

Han Mingchen sent the distinguished guest away. When he returned to the box again, the man still maintained his previous sitting position without even moving.

Han Mingchen was a little worried, frowned slightly, and said, "Boss?"

Han Mingchen hesitated for a moment, but still said, "Those old guys from the Qin family are not good at coming to the door at this time."

Qin Mu opened his slightly closed eyes and said, "Let them go."

Han Mingchen nodded, thinking of the old man's instigation before leaving, and took the initiative to explain, "Boss Lu ordered a new waiter at the bar last night, and Xiao Meng found out. This kid is ignorant and actually brought his personal emotions into work. I will teach him a lesson..."

Qin Mu said nothing.

Han Mingchen took the initiative to change the topic: "About the Lin City project?"

Qin Mu tapped his knees with his jade-like finger. "If they want it, give it to them."

Han Mingchen's eyebrows almost twisted: "Isn't that an advantage for them?"

Qin Mu glanced at Secretary Lin, who had been standing silently beside him. Secretary Lin pushed his glasses and said with a smile, "I just received the news. There seems to be a big tomb under that piece of land."

Han Mingchen's eyes widened immediately. After a while, he laughed out loud with a feeling of schadenfreude.

As they were talking, the performance on stage also ended. Han Mingchen looked at the lively Cheng Lang and frowned slightly, "Boss, do we really want to make him the main pillar?" This kid's style doesn't match White Jade Capital's, right?

What on earth is that old guy, Third Master Qin, thinking?

Qin Mu said nothing.

Secretary Lin glanced at the boss and said with a smile, "It's just a small matter. Since you've promised, there's no need to break your promise. Besides—”

Secretary Lin looked downstairs and said, "This guy is quite interesting."

"A-choo!" Cheng Lang rubbed his nose, suspecting that someone was talking about him.

But this is normal. He is the brightest kid in this bar tonight!

"It's not that I don't want to be low-key; it's just that my outstanding personality won't allow me to be like everyone else!" Cheng Lang boasted to himself proudly. The system was silent in Cheng Lang's mind as if it had crashed. It was obvious that it had not yet come out of the logical trap that Cheng Lang had dug.

"I didn't expect you to have this talent." The guest sitting in the booth stopped Cheng Lang and said excitedly, "Although it's a bit vulgar, the singing is not bad. Come on, buddy, let me buy you a drink."

Cheng Lang glanced at the guest who stopped him. He was in his twenties, with blue hair and a silver diamond earring. He was wearing designer clothes and a Rolls-Royce Phantom key on the table. Five or six people were sitting in the same booth, dressed in a similar style to the blue-haired guest, and they all looked at Cheng Lang with great interest.

Cheng Lang whistled in his heart and said with a smile, "The bar has a rule that waiters cannot drink with customers..."

The blue-haired guest's face darkened, thinking that Cheng Lang was not giving him face. Before he could get angry, he heard Cheng Lang continue to add, "...Unless you pay more!"

The booth was suddenly quiet for a second and then burst into laughter. The blue-haired guest looked at Cheng Lang and asked, "How much more?"

Cheng Lang said shamelessly, "Then it depends on the sincerity of the customer."

The blue-haired guest snorted, took out a black card from his pocket, and slapped it on the table, "Ten thousand yuan for a glass of wine. Is that enough sincerity?"

Cheng Lang raised his eyebrows and looked at the guest with suspicion, "Are you sure?"

The blue-haired guest snorted coldly, "Let me see how much you can drink!"

Cheng Lang snapped his fingers and called a colleague over, "Ten bottles of Remy Martin first. Remember to count it as my commission."

The blue-haired guest was speechless.

A few minutes later, a colleague brought ten bottles of Rémy Martin. At this time, the commotion in the booth had attracted the attention of other guests.

Cheng Lang picked up a bottle of Remy Martin, weighed it in his hand, and asked the blue-haired guest, "A glass of wine costs 10,000 yuan. How many glasses can this bottle of wine make?"

The blue-haired guest watched Cheng Lang's actions and realized something slowly. Looking at the ten bottles of Remy Martin on the table, his face changed.

Cheng Lang opened the bottle of wine neatly and did not pour it into the glass. He tilted his head back and blew directly into the bottle. Under the colorful laser lights, one could only see the handsome man with his head tilted back, and the dark red wine flowed slowly along his chin and over his Adam's apple. The Adam's apple rolled up and down, and soon, the whole bottle of wine was blown dry by Cheng Lang.

Cheng Lang tipped the empty bottle upside down and said without blushing or panting, "No more. I originally wanted to blow up all ten bottles, but my strength doesn't allow it."

Seeing this, the blue-haired guest secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He laughed and teased Cheng Lang, "I thought you were so capable! You're down after just one bottle of wine? I was going to open a hundred or eighty bottles today."

If you don't brag, you'll die! The blue-haired guest’s fox friends and the guests in the bar rolled their eyes at the same time.

Cheng Lang said with a smile, "I know you are generous, brother, but I have limited officials in the capital. I'm sorry, I have to go to the toilet first."

The pink-haired girl sitting next to the blue-haired guest sneered, "The bladder is just the bladder. What's the use of such an arrogant term for an official of the state capital?"

Cheng Lang chuckled and pointed at the remaining nine bottles of Remy Martin, "I'll refund you?"

After ordering everything, the blue-haired guest could still afford the money for these ten bottles of wine. The blue-haired guest waved his hand: "No need. Just charge it to my account. The commission is yours."

Cheng Lang gave the blue-haired guest a thumbs up: "My brother is worthy of being my brother, and he is open-minded in his actions."

The blue-haired guest was flattered by Cheng Lang's words and was immediately overjoyed.

After drinking a bottle of wine, Cheng Lang hurried to the bathroom. He handed the blue-haired guest's black card to his colleague and asked him to help swipe the commission and tips.

Coming out of the bathroom, Cheng Lang ran into Shen Huaiyu again. Shen Huaiyu was standing in the VIP lounge not far away, holding a bottle of milk and a bag of biscuits. After seeing Cheng Lang, Shen Huaiyu handed the milk and biscuits to Cheng Lang, "You didn't eat dinner and drank so much. It hurts your stomach. Eat some milk and biscuits to nourish yourself."

Cheng Lang looked at it and looking at the thing in his hand, he couldn't help but sigh, "What a special little angel."

Shen Huaiyu didn't hear clearly, "What?"

"It's nothing. I said you are such a good person." Cheng Lang gave Shen Huaiyu a good guy card and then tore open the biscuit and gobbled it up.

"Slow down." Seeing this, Shen Huaiyu helped Cheng Lang insert the straw into the milk carton and passed it to him, "Drink some milk. Don't choke."

Cheng Lang looked at Shen Huaiyu and suddenly had an idea, "Do you think I'm vulgar? I'll do anything for money?"

Shen Huaiyu shook his head, "You clearly ordered ten bottles of wine just now, but you only drank one bottle, just to let that guest down. You probably didn't want to drink his wine, but you couldn't refuse the guest's request. You couldn't offend the guest. So I think you did it on purpose. Just to let those guests know that they can buy you a drink, but they have to be prepared to spend a lot of money. In this way, many guests will not ask you to drink with them."

Cheng Lang raised his eyebrows and looked at Shen Huaiyu, who looked more and more handsome under the light, and suddenly said, "You are the same."

Shen Huaiyu was a little confused. Can't keep up with Cheng Lang's train of thought, "What?"

"Some bad people did bad things to you; it's their fault." Cheng Lang comforted him, "It's not your fault."

So don't blame yourself, and don't think you are dirty. Don't think you are guilty. Cheng Lang patted Shen Huaiyu on the shoulder. 

He remembered that in the final stage of the original novel, Shen Huaiyu's younger brother woke up and found that his brother had been kept by a man. He was so excited that he accused Shen Huaiyu of changing. He scolded Shen Huaiyu for being shameless and self-indulgent. He also said that if he had known Shen Huaiyu would become like this, he would rather die in a car accident. In this way, his excellent brother would never change.

The accusation from his biological brother was the last straw that broke the camel's back for Shen Huaiyu. Shen Huaiyu's spirit was completely broken. He tried to commit suicide countless times, even when Lu Chengxuan tied him up. In the end, Shen Huaiyu suffocated himself to death with a pillow.

Cheng Lang didn't want Shen Huaiyu to end up like in the original book. It wasn't just to complete the mission; Cheng Lang really felt that a good person like Shen Huaiyu shouldn't end up like that.

Shen Huaiyu looked at Cheng Lang blankly. After a while, he smiled warmly and said, "Yes."

"Cheng Lang!" The foreman rushed over, sweating profusely, "You are being lazy again!"

Cheng Lang casually took away the milk cartons and biscuit packaging bags that he had finished. Throwing it into the trash can, he subconsciously argued, "I'm not lazy. Don’t deduct my salary—”

"Stop dawdling and come with me. Brother Chen wants to see you." The foreman grabbed Cheng Lang's arm and walked back, "I've been looking for you for a long time."

"Brother Chen!"

In the manager's office on the third floor of White Jade Capital, Han Mingchen looked at Cheng Lang in front of him. He has handsome eyes, red lips, and white teeth, but there is always a hint of evil between his eyebrows, which makes people feel that this person is unreliable.

Cheng Lang blinked and looked at Han Mingchen with an innocent expression. He called out again, "Brother Chen."

Han Mingchen came back to his senses, thought of the boss's instructions, and said in a deep voice, "You are lucky. The boss brought guests to White Jade Capital today, and he happened to see you on stage to warm up the scene. "

When Han Mingchen said this, he paused and looked at Cheng Lang with a deep look, "Do you know what the boss said?”

Cheng Lang carefully recalled the commonly used words in this type of literary genre, and said cautiously, "Very good, this man caught my attention?"

Han Mingchen: "..."

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Han Mingchen: I shouldn't have asked this question, blame me!