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Editor: Sai Hiroto

"Qin, Mr. Qin?" The person who was yelling about climbing the bed heard it, and even with Cheng Lang's thick skin, it was inevitable that he felt a little embarrassed.

"What a coincidence, you also came to the bathroom?"

Qin Mu looked at Cheng Lang silently and walked away.

Outside the bathroom, Lu Chengxuan also looked at Qin Mu in shock. Thinking that what he just said was heard by Qin Mu, Lu Chengxuan's face changed, "Ah Mu..."

Qin Mu didn't even give Lu Chengxuan half a glance and walked upstairs directly with his slender legs.

Cheng Lang came out of the bathroom with a dusty face. Lu Chengxuan glared at Cheng Lang fiercely, "It's all because of you."

"Why blame me?" Cheng Lang looked innocent. It wasn't him who asked Lu Chengxuan to say those vulgar words and do those vulgar things, "Boss Lu, is it because the earth has no gravity that you can't poop?"

"You—" Lu Chengxuan was angry. He said bitterly, "You are so vulgar. How could Ah Mu like someone like you?"

Looking at the angry Lu Chengxuan, Cheng Lang asked with a smile, "Did President Qin also hear that President Lu insisted on forcing boys to be with you?"

Lu Chengxuan's face changed.

Cheng Lang watched Lu Chengxuan's face change like a palette. Finally, he left in despair.

Cheng Lang returned to the dance floor on the first floor, and Shen Huaiyu was carrying a tray to serve wine everywhere. Cheng Lang stood in the corner and waited until Shen Huaiyu was done before dragging him out of the dance floor.

"I just ran into Lu Chengxuan." Cheng Lang got straight to the point. "He showed off to me how he forced you to stay with him."

Shen Huaiyu's face turned pale, "Don't listen to his nonsense. I didn't do it for you, I did it voluntarily."

"Voluntarily for what?" Cheng Lang asked, "Voluntarily let him sleep with me?"

After hearing Cheng Lang's words, Shen Huaiyu's expression turned frightened for a moment. He lowered his eyes and said in self-destruction, "You don't understand. I'm different from you. You can say I'm shameless or self-degrading. Anyway, my life has become like this. It can't be any worse. Just think of it as being bitten by a mad dog."

Shen Huaiyu blinked, and tiny tears rolled down quickly, "But you can't. You are the only friend I met after entering college. You have helped me so much, I can't hurt you."

Cheng Lang listened to Shen Huaiyu's words and asked back, "How do you know that everything you hate now is not what I dream of?"

Shen Huaiyu raised his head in shock, his eyes widened with tears and looked at Cheng Lang in disbelief.

"What is poison to others is honey to me. You are such a good student, you must have heard this saying, right?" Cheng Lang said indifferently, "Before you want to compromise, have you ever considered other people's feelings? Have you ever thought about whether I am willing to accept this favor? Am I willing to bear the sin of ruining someone's life?"

Shen Huaiyu looked at Cheng Lang with a pale face, looking uneasy, "Cheng Lang, are you angry?"

"Yeah." Cheng Lang nodded and emphasized, "Very angry."

Shen Huaiyu looked at Cheng Lang helplessly. He was so sad that he was about to cry.

Cheng Lang looked at Shen Huaiyu, who was about to cry, and his heart softened. He walked forward and rubbed Shen Huaiyu's head, "Don't easily ruin your life for anyone. Others may not appreciate it. But you have paid so much, once the person you protect cannot understand your difficulties..."

Cheng Lang thought of what Shen Wujin said after waking up and blaming Shen Huaiyu. His tone paused slightly, "... You can't afford to be scolded as worthless by the person you saved at the cost of your life and dignity."

Shen Huaiyu's psychological defense line completely collapsed after being rubbed by Cheng Lang. He threw himself into Cheng Lang's arms, hugged Cheng Lang tightly, and cried, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."

Shen Huaiyu didn't know why he had to apologize. He just felt very wronged and scared. He used to be a proud person, but what happened to his parents after the car accident almost destroyed his outlook on life and the world. 

Shen Huaiyu no longer knew what he should do to satisfy this world. He only knew that when he was most panicked and helpless, it was Cheng Lang who reached out and pulled him out of the abyss. It was Cheng Lang who helped him clarify the rumors in front of his classmates, it was Cheng Lang who helped him get the money from selling the house back from his uncle, it was Cheng Lang who made him realize that the little tricks he knew could also make money, and it was Cheng Lang who helped him re-establish his dignity as a human being.

So when Lu Chengxuan threatened Shen Huaiyu with Cheng Lang, Shen Huaiyu had only one thought, which was to protect Cheng Lang.

He couldn't let his only friend, the only person who was willing to lend a hand to help him, suffer what he suffered.

"What are you sorry for?" Cheng Lang patted Shen Huaiyu's back gently, "You didn't hurt anyone. The one who should say sorry should be the one who bullied you."

Shen Huaiyu sniffed, "Don't go to him. I'm afraid he will hurt you."

Cheng Lang thought of what had just happened and remained silent. He felt that Shen Huaiyu seemed to have mixed up the subject and object.

"Anyway, if you really don't want to be with Lu Chengxuan, just end this relationship. Don't worry about me." Cheng Lang paused and finally told Shen Huaiyu, "Don't worry. Lu Chengxuan is just trying to scare a poor, docile little thing like you. He can't hurt me."

The system reminded him weakly in his mind: [Plot, plot...]

Cheng Lang turned a deaf ear to it and continued to talk to Shen Huaiyu, "Even if it's really due to objective reasons beyond your control, and you two can't break up for the time being, you should try to live a happier life. Be nicer to yourself, live a more comfortable life, and at least you won't regret it in the future."

Cheng Lang was thinking about how to deal with the "illegal detention" that Lu Chengxuan might do in the future while he was talking.

Cheng Lang comforted Shen Huaiyu for a while, but Shen Huaiyu still cried endlessly. It seemed that he wanted to cry out all the grievances he had suffered these days.

Cheng Lang sighed, "Please cry softly. Don't rub your snot on my clothes. I have to perform on stage later!"

Shen Huaiyu: "..."

Shen Huaiyu sniffed and let go of Cheng Lang with a shy face, "Thank you."

Cheng Lang turned his head and glanced at his shoulder. Shen Huaiyu said with a smile, "It didn't rub on you."

Cheng Lang responded, took out a pack of tissues from his pocket, and handed it to Shen Huaiyu. Even if the beautiful pear blossoms are covered with rain, it is not elegant to have a runny nose.

Shen Huaiyu took the tissue and felt a little embarrassed when blowing his nose. He felt that he really had no image in front of Cheng Lang.

"Hey!" Cheng Lang laughed and teased, "I didn't expect our classmate Shen to have the burden of being the school hunk?"

"Not really—" Shen Huaiyu was interrupted by the foreman, who rushed over before he finished speaking.

"I knew that even if you came early, you would never work honestly. You must have gone somewhere to slack off again." The foreman said, grabbing Cheng Lang's arm, "Hurry up and go upstairs! Brother Chen has something to talk to you about."

"Brother Chen is talking to me again?" Cheng Lang couldn't help but think of Mr. Qin, who caught him climbing into bed. Even someone who has always been at ease can't help feeling a little embarrassed.

"I'm about to go on stage to perform." Cheng Lang said, "Why is he looking for me at this time?"

"You ask me, who should I ask?" The foreman pushed Cheng Lang and said bluntly, "Anyway, Brother Chen wants to see you, so go quickly. He must have something important to tell you. Maybe it's about the birthday of the old man of the Qin family."

Cheng Lang's heart sank, and he went upstairs with a smile.

Brother Chen was waiting for him in the office on the third floor. Two people were sitting on the sofa, one was gentle and wearing glasses, Cheng Lang remembered that he seemed to be Mr. Qin's assistant. The other one was wearing a black suit, but he had a tough temperament, Cheng Lang also knew him—he was Gu Yong, the head of the security department of White Jade Capital.

Seeing this, Cheng Lang was wondering: Could it be that Mr. Qin was angry after hearing the boast of climbing into bed and wanting to drive him out of White Jade Capital?

"Cheng Lang!" Brother Chen obviously didn't know what Cheng Lang was thinking and said seriously, "Go to Mr. Qin's birthday banquet to perform crosstalk, how are you preparing for this?"

Cheng Lang was a little confused, "Prepare for what?"

Brother Chen paused when he heard this, "Of course, it's the script of the crosstalk. You won't perform it on the spot later, right?"

Cheng Lang really thought so.

The three of them were speechless after hearing this. They looked at each other, and Brother Chen laughed in anger, "You are so skilled and brave. How dare you perform on such an occasion?"

"I think he is passively slacking off." The security manager snorted, "Maybe he will deliberately say something bad in the future. Let outsiders laugh at our White Jade Capital for being soft-hearted. Just because of a word from Third Master Qin, he dares to make any cat or dog a pillar!"

Cheng Lang blinks. In a flash, he seemed to understand why Brother Chen let him be the pillar. So it was still "being intimidated by others"?

So now it is considered an opportunity to warn him? Are they afraid that he has some shameful relationship with the threatening "Third Master Qin"?

Cheng Lang pondered in his heart but smiled and agreed, "Don't worry, Brother Yong. I have been smart, lively, and brave since I was a child. As long as the money is in place, I will never let him down. I have a very good professional ethics."

Brother Yong was stunned when he heard this, "What money?"

Brother Chen explained, "The appearance fee I promised to give him."

Brother Chen said, looking at Cheng Lang with a headache, "Don't worry. I will never break my promise to you. But you have to pay attention to this matter. Write down what you want to say and show it to us. Old Master Qin is old and likes to be lively. He is not very receptive to many new things. I am afraid that you will scare the old man by speaking without restraint, which will be bad."

"So you need to review the manuscript in advance?" Cheng Lang understood. Party A pays for someone to perform at a commercial show, so it is reasonable to make such a request to ensure that everything goes well.

“Don't worry! I'll go back and select the program list. Since Mr. Qin can't accept new things, I'll just pick a few classic old jokes to tell!" Cheng Lang was happy to save trouble.

Brother Chen looked at Cheng Lang speechlessly. He found that this kid was very good at being sneaky, "You don't have to be so conservative. Mr. Qin has been listening to books for decades, and he has heard all kinds of classic old jokes. You kid, don't think that you can tell a few bad words and your crosstalk skills are better than those famous masters, right?"

"That's not the case." Cheng Lang said righteously, "I just heard the saying that old people love young people. Maybe Mr. Qin is willing to listen to my old jokes because I look good."

The ancients said that what you see often is always new, which is probably what they meant. Otherwise, why do those scholars say, "There are beautiful women in books"?

Brother Chen suddenly realized that this sentence can be interpreted in this way?

The assistant who had not said much chuckled. He pushed his glasses and looked at Cheng Lang: "You are really interesting."

Cheng Lang smiled shyly.

Assistant Hu looked at Cheng Lang with interest and asked again, "Are you willing to change jobs?"

Cheng Lang blinked, "Are you asking this question, or are you asking it on behalf of President Qin?"

Assistant Hu was also stunned when he heard this, "What do you mean?"

Cheng Lang blinks. It seems that President Qin did not spread the embarrassing things he did at the door of the bathroom on the second floor.

Good man!

Cheng Lang gave Mr. Qin a nice guy card without blushing or breathing heavily.

Brother Chen was the first to react, "Did you just see Mr. Qin? What did you say to him?"

Cheng Lang lowered his head and said shyly, "Since Mr. Qin didn't say anything, I'm embarrassed to say it either."

Cheng Lang said this with sincerity, he was really embarrassed to say it. Seeing Cheng Lang's behavior, the three people looked at each other. Even the security manager couldn't help but sit up straight.

What's going on?

Seeing the three people wanting to gossip but not daring to, Cheng Lang suddenly felt refreshed, "Brother Chen, do you have anything else to tell me? If not, I'll go downstairs first. The guests downstairs are still waiting for my performance!"

"Ah? Oh!" Brother Chen suddenly came back to his senses, waved his hand, and said, "Okay. Nothing else. You go down first."

The words were much more polite than before.

Cheng Lang left the office with a smile. As soon as he walked out of the door, the smile on his face immediately turned cold.

Sure enough, there is no good banquet. Who knows what bad things these people are holding back!

Cheng Lang returned to the first floor. It was already 9:20 in the evening. The guests in the audience were clamoring for Cheng Lang to perform on stage. The resident singer who was scheduled to perform before Cheng Lang stood on the stage with a red face, at a loss. It was obvious that he couldn't control the situation.

Cheng Lang went on stage with a smile, thanked the resident singer first, comforted him out of habit, and sent him off the stage. Then he picked up the microphone and chatted with the guests, "What's the matter? It's only 20 minutes late, and you guys can't hold back? You think I'd go to this extent?"

The guests in the audience laughed. Someone asked, "Why are you here so late today?"

"Where did you go fooling around?"

"That's what you said." Cheng Lang sighed and said innocently, "I'm a hardworking and honest worker. Where can I go fooling around during work hours? I was called to the office by my boss again!"

"Why does your boss always ask you to go to his office?" The guest in the audience asked with suspicion, "What does he want to do at this time of night?"

"Your idea is not bad!" Cheng Lang "suddenly realized" and said in a tone of discovering a new continent, "No wonder he always asked me to go to his office these two days. And he insisted on letting me go at night. The later, the better. It turns out that he has evil intentions towards me?"

Brother Wang stood in the audience and patted his forehead with a miserable look on his face. This guy is going to make fun of Brother Chen again.

"I told you so!" Cheng Lang slapped his thigh, excitedly, "What serious leader would invite employees to the office to talk about work late at night? Is this the legendary unspoken rule in the workplace?"

The guests in the audience looked at Cheng Lang. Your expression is a little too excited!

Perhaps because they were in the same boat, Wang Liu’an couldn't bear to see Cheng Lang slandering Brother Chen and couldn't help but defend Brother Chen, "It's because you don't go to work during the day!"

"Ah!" The guests in the audience heard this and started to make a noise, "Tell me! You didn't go to work in the broad daylight, what did you do?"

"I went to school!" Cheng Lang said, glanced at the audience, and asked righteously, "I say, can you guys pay a little more attention and remember my personality? I am a young man of the new era who has no parents and works hard to go to school and work hard. I have to pretend to be stupid from time to time to make a living! Is it easy for me to establish such a personality? Don't just see my strength and optimism, and ignore my fragility and shyness."

"... That may be because your disguise is too thick. We really can't see it." The guest in the audience reflected deeply and sighed, "Going to school during the day and working at night. It really consumes energy. No wonder you can't do it at such a young age."

Cheng Lang: "..."

The guests in the audience slapped their thighs and laughed. Tears almost came out of their eyes.

Cheng Lang pointed at the customer and said, "You're holding a grudge! If you order <It's Not a Sin for a Man to Cry> again tonight, I won't sing it."

The customer smiled and didn't let Cheng Lang's words fall to the ground. He immediately replied, "Don't worry. Don't order <It's Not a Sin for a Man to Cry> tonight. I'll change a song for you."

"Do you know there is a movie called "Breathless" in Country F?" The guest emphasized the four tones and the first tone and said to Cheng Lang, "Just play the interlude in that movie."

Cheng Lang held the guitar, "I can't."

"Then you have to learn." The guest said, "This movie is known as the pioneering work of the new wave of films in Country F. I think its core is particularly suitable for you."

Cheng Lang's eyes lit up, and he looked at the guest with joy as if he had seen a confidant, "Do you think I have the qualifications to establish a school?"

The guest coughed lightly and explained, "I think you are both wild and good at self-deprecation."

Cheng Lang had a blank expression on his face. It turned out that he was such a "new wave"!

The guests in the audience had turned into ducks and could only "quack quack".

Cheng Lang couldn't help but ask, "I'm very curious, what do you do, sir?"

You can't be a crosstalk performer, right?

The guest was embarrassed, "It's embarrassing to say. I'm just an advertising shooter. Although I have a heart to devote myself to art, the threshold of art is obviously too high, and I am temporarily excluded."

Cheng Lang suddenly realized, "So you are the legendary advertising design master who is responsible for creating colorful black?"

The guest couldn't help but complain, "That's the client's requirement for us."

Cheng Lang clapped his hands and said meaningfully, "The client is good!"

The guests in the audience couldn't help but laugh again. Amid the laughter of the guests in the audience, Cheng Lang said with longing, "I want to be the client."

The guest looked at Cheng Lang with a bit of a smile. The other guests were already laughing like crazy. They just loved to watch Cheng Lang hurt each other.

"Good!" The guests in the audience clapped wildly.

Cheng Lang smiled and waved his hands at the audience, "Then today, I will play a song <New York Herald Tribune> for everyone."

The guest looked at Cheng Lang in surprise and said, "Don't you know how to play it?"

Cheng Lang held the guitar and sighed, "As long as the money is in place, I can play it without you."

The guitar version of <New York Herald Tribune> lacks some of the classical charm of that era compared to the original music, but it adds a bit of romanticism. It also has a unique charm.

After the song was over, the customer couldn't help but sigh, "I didn't expect that you are so young, but you have heard such an old song. Are you interested in old movies?"

This topic is too deep. It is not suitable to be discussed in a place like White Jade Capital. Cheng Lang obviously didn't mean to talk about old romantic movies with the middle-aged uncle. He just smiled when he heard it, "Thinking back to when I was singing under the overpass, the customers coming and going were really from all over the world—"

"Have you ever sung under the overpass?" A customer interrupted Cheng Lang and asked curiously.

"Of course." Cheng Lang said with a smile, "I also sold melons in the vegetable market!"

"You can tell from that." Someone continued, "The owner of the melons you sell must be surnamed Wang, right?"

"Let's not talk about Wang, let's be polite." Cheng Lang said this and looked at Brother Wang in the audience, "Right, Brother Wang?"

Wang Liu’an: "..."

There was another round of snickering in the audience.

Wang Liu’an shook his head. He knew that Cheng Lang was a bad-mouthed guy and would not let him go.

"Besides singing operas, selling melons, and telling crosstalk, what else did you do?" A customer asked with interest.

Cheng Lang saw that it was not good. Seeing that the performance on stage suddenly turned into a late-night interview, Cheng Lang did not like this atmosphere. He immediately said, "I have done a lot of things. It is because I worked hard when I was young that I am still young, and I am not good at it anymore."

Before he finished speaking, Cheng Lang immediately said, "Next, I will show you a few old songs I learned when I was performing under the overpass..."

After the two-hour performance, Cheng Lang left the stage with a hoarse voice. Brother Wang handed Cheng Lang a bottle of mineral water and said angrily, "I should let you die of thirst. Let's see if you dare to make fun of me next time."

"Then you have to wait for a while." Cheng Lang said, "Let me buy insurance first. Even if I die, I can't die in vain. I have to ensure the maximum benefit."

Brother Wang sneered, "You are an orphan without a father or a mother. What's the point of buying insurance? You don't even know who the beneficiary is?"

"Then fill in our orphanage." Cheng Lang said with a smile, "Do you still worry about having money to spend in this world?"

Brother Wang was silent suddenly. Looking at the smiling Cheng Lang, he actually felt a little uncomfortable.

"By the way, Brother Wang. Do you know where the waiter uniforms of our White Jade Capital are made?" Cheng Lang suddenly asked, changing the subject.

Brother Wang frowned, "Why are you asking this?"

"I just opened a milk tea shop with a partner!" Cheng Lang explained with a smile, "I hired a few people and wanted to make a few sets of employee uniforms. There are too many factories outside that are crudely made, and I don't trust them. I think our White Jade Capital is the most stylish consumption place in the city. The suppliers of our bar must be the best. I just want to use the internal employee price."

Brother Wang understood, "You want to take advantage of me again? If it's not you, you have the nerve to—"

"How can this be considered as taking advantage of others?" Cheng Lang disagreed. "This is the highest treatment that an employee can provide to the employer. That is to treat the company as your own home. The boss of the company is my parents. I have nothing to be ashamed of when I make a small request to my parents?"

Brother Wang was speechless for a moment. "Then you have worked so many jobs since you were a child, you must have known many parents?"

"Who made me have no family since I was a child?" Cheng Lang blinked and started to act pitiful again. "Since my innate conditions have determined that I have no parents, and no one has fulfilled the obligation to support me. Then I can only create conditions and recognize a few more people when I am free. The more gifts, the less blame!"

Brother Wang looked at Cheng Lang in disbelief. "Who did you learn this idiom from? Does this word mean that?"

Cheng Lang looked at Brother Wang and asked, "Do you really want to perform crosstalk with me?"

Brother Wang: "..."

Brother Wang took a deep breath and said with a headache, "Okay! I'll give you a contact later. You go find that person, and I can give you a 20% discount."

Cheng Lang was not satisfied, "Only 20% off?"

"This is the price of our White Jade Capital custom-made clothes. But you are so thick-skinned, maybe you can get a few more discounts." Brother Wang shook his head and was really speechless to Cheng Lang.

"And the size of your performance costume has been given to the tailor. It will be ready in about half a month. Try it on first, and we'll make changes if it doesn't fit." Anyway, Mr. Qin's birthday party will be in a month, so there's still time.

Thinking of this, Brother Wang asked Cheng Lang again, "How are you preparing for the show? Don't mess up at the birthday party. It will be White Jade Capital's people who will be embarrassed."

"Don't worry." Cheng Lang said with a smile, "I'm a very reliable person. I never mess up."

Brother Wang looked at Cheng Lang carefully. Ever since he met Cheng Lang, he never thought he was reliable.

He was even more worried.

Coming out of the dance floor, Cheng Lang wanted to go to the bathroom. Perhaps because he thought the bathroom on the second floor was unlucky, Cheng Lang ran to the first floor to line up.

Most of the people queuing here were guests who had just watched Cheng Lang's performance. They had been waiting for two hours to get some rest. When they saw the main person also came over to line up with them, everyone was excited. "Hey, you're here too?"

Cheng Lang nodded and smiled, "I'm here."

"You shouldn't have come." A guest said. Usually, this guy goes to the second floor to get some rest! Today, he came here to squeeze in with them. Could it be that he wanted to compete with them?

Cheng Lang thought everyone was playing a joke on him and replied with a serious face, "Since I'm here, I won't leave."

Only when he saw everyone's expressions did he come back to his senses. He immediately ran away in shame.

The guests waiting outside burst into laughter. Someone sighed, "This kid is so smart, I wonder what he will do after graduation?"

"He studied finance!" After all the fun, many people remembered Cheng Lang's expertise, "He will definitely join the army of scammers in the future. Maybe he will even scam you into investing in some project!"

"That's not certain. Didn't he say he wanted to be the client?"

Everyone smiled at each other. Inexplicably, they all had a sense of anticipation.

Not daring to go to the second floor, Cheng Lang ran to the bathroom on the third floor. When he came out, he ran into the security manager again.

"Why are you here?" Gu Yong frowned, "You are a part-time waiter, and you go to the bathroom on the third floor every day, what's wrong with you?"

Cheng Lang blinked innocently, "I don't dare to go to the second floor!"

"Why don't you dare to go?" Gu Yong asked, "Is there a ghost in the bathroom on the second floor?"

There is no ghost. Cheng Lang looked at Gu Yong with a shy face and said, "I'm afraid of running into Mr. Qin!"

Who knows what's wrong with Mr. Qin, who doesn't use the bathroom on the third floor and goes to the second floor every day?

Seeing Cheng Lang's artificial expression, Gu Yong immediately had a lot of thoughts and couldn't help asking, "No, what's going on between you and Mr. Qin?"

Cheng Lang looked at Gu Yong and asked, "Do you really want to know?"

Gu Yong: "..."

Gu Yong swallowed his saliva with a guilty conscience, "Who cares about your little thing? Get out of the way, good dogs don't block the road."

Cheng Lang looked at the toilet door that closed with a "bang" and sneered. He dared to ask about the boss's gossip with such courage!

But on second thought, Mr. Qin must have accumulated a lot of power. That's why his confidants dare not act rashly. They don't even dare to ask about such things.

Cheng Lang sighed in melancholy. Did he really offend someone?

It's all because of that, Lu Chengxuan!

The author has something to say: 

Cheng Lang: I'm so scared to offend the big boss.

Qin Mu: I didn't see it...