e phone. He spoke expressionlessly, "The person I asked you to look after a while back You fired him."Those people didn't know why Jiang Shao had changed his mind again, so they quickly replied, "Alri...The sound of the boots hitting the ground seemed to have a metallic dullness to it.

Ning Shu noticed that the other person's footsteps seemed to have stopped here. Then, they continued walking forward, and after a while, the soldiers surrounding them gave way, escorting the person up to him.

He heard disgruntled grumbling from the crowd, but because the other party was definitely no ordinary person, he didn't dare to cause trouble.

Ning Shu couldn't help but look up, but the soldiers surrounded the person tightly.

He saw nothing.

I had to retract my gaze.

The author seems to be quite interested in the person they just met: "With such a large sum of money involved, there are only a handful of people capable of this throughout the entire region."

Ning Shu asked, "Which ones"

The celebrated writer, Wen Hao, watched with relish the elegance of Bai Mu Dan on stage. He popped a peanut into his mouth and said, "... Northwest Sixth Master... Zhao Family Patriarch.... " He uttered several Ning Shu didn't recognize, then mentioned Fu Sian's name.

"And there's Fu Shaoshuai, but he's never really been interested in nightclubs...he rarely comes here."

Wenhao chewed thoughtfully and said, "So, the possibility of it being Shao Shuai Fu is probably less."

Ning Shu had just been thinking, could it really be such a coincidence. Hearing his words, she put her mind at ease.

As for him, he had the good fortune to meet Fu Sinian once some time ago.

It's impossible for it to be that coincidental again.

.....

Second floor.

None of the people in the nightclub knew that the arrival was Shao Shuai Fu.

The man didn't seem to be there to watch the dancing or listen to the music. He took a seat and bought out the entire venue. You couldn't even see one-third of Bai Mudan's appearance.

Fu Sinian's gaze fell downward.

His gaze fell upon a young master sitting beside the fellow literary talent. The young man was dressed in a shirt and suit today. His air had a hint of scholarly refinement, but his mind was clearly not on the stage; he seemed a little uncomfortable.

His neck was even prettier than white peonies.

Her eyelashes drooped slightly, her face as beautiful as a peach blossom, her eyes sparkling.

The author leaned in slightly and whispered something in the person's ear.

Fu Sennian squeezed the trigger, his gloved finger hovering over it.

His gaze fell upon him.

The aide spoke from behind, “Young Master, Mr. Wen has known Young Master Ning since they were children, but the two haven't seen each other in ten years. It was also Mr. Wen who went to the Ning family to invite Young Master Ning to the dance hall.”

Fu Sian said nothing, his eyes, like ink, held a touch of blue.

After looking at the Fourth Master Ning for a while, he raised his hand and beckoned his adjutant over. Then, he whispered something in his ear.

The adjutant received the order and turned to leave.

"Young Marshal," the manager of the nightclub walked over, his face plastered with a fawning smile. "It's been ages since I last saw you, Young Marshal. The last time you were here was two years ago."

At that time, Fu Sian was with several old foxes, their eyes looking at the dancers neither warmly nor coldly.

The manager whispered, “Bai Mudan has finished singing. I brought her here to meet the Young Marshal.”

The manager snapped his fingers, and Bai Mudan appeared from behind him.

Her enchanting figure was clad in a revealing off-shoulder top. She showed off her snowy white legs, which looked even more alluring against the backdrop of red high heels.

....

Ning Shu sat in his seat, while Wen Haosheng talked to him about the Bai Mudan incident: "Bai Mudan appeared two years ago. Since she arrived, the cabaret's business has increased more than several times. She is the top card, and she doesn't come out every day. You know, most of the men in this game are here for her...."

"Bai Mudan has a haughty heart and looks down on everyone...."

The renowned author wore an expression of infatuation.

"Master Ning Si."

A voice interrupted.

Ning Shu raised his eyes to look. A soldier in uniform walked up to him and politely said, “My master would like to invite you to have a drink.”

He was taken aback for a moment.

"Who is your master"

The general ignored him and just looked at Ning Shu, saying, "This is some of the best wine we have. Please do us the honor of trying it, Young Master Ning."

Ning Shu glanced up at the second floor, but he couldn't see anything.

I couldn't help but ask, "Who is your master"

"I can't say that." The military officer said, "But if Young Master Ning Si is willing to give me face, we will meet again in the future."

Although his tone was respectful.

...but it's irresistible.

Ning Shu watched as someone brought wine to his back. The military officer nodded and said, "Master Ning Si, please enjoy your drink."

Then he turned and left.

The author thought to himself if he had ever seen this person before, but he couldn't remember. But the author was sure that the other party must be someone important.

"Come on, it's free anyway. Might as well have a drink."

Then he reached out to take a bottle.

Another soldier appeared out of nowhere and walked up to him, saying emotionlessly, "Our master only wants Young Master Four to drink with us. We apologize for the inconvenience."

The talented author had to awkwardly retract his hand and mutter under his breath.

Ning Shu lowered her head, not knowing what the other party meant.

But looking at it now, if he doesn't give face, I'm afraid he'll get into trouble today.

He hesitated for a moment, pursed his lips and said, "It's nothing."

Wenhao Sheng felt something was amiss, a sense of unease gnawing at him. Looking at the general's expression, he hesitated for a moment before deciding to remain silent.

A waiter came over and poured wine for Ning Shu.

The author, envious and with eyes a little red, said: “This wine isn’t something ordinary people can handle.” He clicked his tongue. “It’s only opened less than twenty times a year. You're truly lucky."

Although Ning Shu didn't quite understand, she knew this wine must be extremely precious.

He lowered his head and looked at it a little hesitantly.

Then she lowered her head and took a sip.

Ning Shu couldn't help but frown, a bit spicy.

He probably wasted his drink.

He couldn't help but put down his glass and said, "This wine is a bit of a waste on me, perhaps I should take it back."

"The general said, "This wine was given to the fourth young master by our master. We can't make our own decisions."

Ning Shu saw that he didn't leave for a long time, fell silent for a moment, and took a few more sips.

After taking several sips, he put down his glass and said, “Is it okay now”

That soldier glanced at his face, nodded, and took a few steps back.

The author looked at the wine, shook his head, and said, "It's a waste, a real waste."

Ning Shū's head was a little dizzy, and she didn't pay attention to what he said.

He sat there, feeling that the singing had become a bit muffled.

was sitting there a bit lost, not knowing what to do.

....

Bai Mudan poured the wine and then, taking advantage of the moment, sat down in the man's arms.

Fu Sinian remained motionless, his gaze fixed on the young man.em shudder. The oppressive atmosphere even pressured everyone present into not daring to speak much.And what they had just said, those portly, oily men, even repulsive in their sleaziness.The moment t...