Chapter 241 - 180 Bone Elder Singer_2

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Chapter 241: Chapter 180 Bone Elder Singer_2The client is Bone Elder; this is yet another big business deal. "You can attend the Metropolitan charity gala; Miss Gu will definitely be there." "Then let’s spruce up our shop and head to the gala too." "Alright, Young Master, we’re short on time, so we’ll head off first." "See you later." Zhou Xuan waved his hand, sending off Housekeeper Bai and Si Yuer. As soon as they left, Lv Mingkun and Little Fuzi came out to admire the excitement of the "car." "Whoa, this car is really stunning, so classy—it’s even better than the troupe’s car." Although Little Fuzi wasn’t all that worldly, he could still discern the aura difference between a good car and a bad one. Lv Mingkun chuckled and said, "This is a Mei Ken; even Boss Liu of Pingjiang Grand Theater drives one of these." The two opened the car doors, climbed into the rear sofa seats, and casually crossed their legs, enjoying themselves. Watching their "showy display," Zhou Xuan couldn’t help but chuckle, but soon enough, he realized something was amiss—the neighbors around them were glaring, fiery-eyed; if he didn’t voluntarily admit to peddling opium every night, it seemed this situation would be hard to escape! Sister Cui, however, brought out an old hen. "Sister Cui, let me take you out for a ride..." Zhou Xuan extended an invitation. Sister Cui chuckled and said, "I’ve got business tonight, Brother Zhou. Let me tell you something—this new car, you gotta splash some chicken blood on it to ensure safety." After saying that, she pulled a knife out of her apron, swiftly decapitated the hen, aimed its bloody neck at the tires, and splashed it generously before leaving with a satisfied smile. Zhou Xuan leaned his head into the car and said to Lv Mingkun, "Tonight we’re heading to the Metropolitan; there’s a charity gala happening. Let’s go have some fun." "That place is way too expensive." Lv Mingkun winced at the thought of spending money. "What are you afraid of? We just struck a major deal." Zhou Xuan waved the shop’s promissory note around, the "eighty thousand bucks" on the ticket sparkling with irresistible allure. Lv Mingkun and Little Fuzi’s eyes lit up in wonder. "Honestly, I thought I came to Mingjiang Prefecture to struggle, but I never expected to live the good life." Lv Mingkun murmured to himself. ... "No way—I’m going too!" "What are you going for? Who goes to a gala carrying a painting?" Yun Ziliang started clamoring to join them at the Metropolitan. For Lao Yun, who loved to witness commotion, not letting him go to a bustling place like the Metropolitan was worse than laying him low. "I want to go! I want to go!" After considering for a while, Zhou Xuan said, "Alright then, you can come. But only if I tell you to bring out the painting can you take it out!" "Deal." Yun Ziliang, upon hearing he could attend the gala, was instantly overjoyed—his upturned smile couldn’t be contained. "Let’s go; off to the gala." Zhou Xuan cradled Yun Ziliang’s painting, while Lv Mingkun locked the door. Little Fuzi brought Mu Hua along. Bringing Mu Hua had already received Zhou Xuan’s prior approval; ever since returning from Qiye Temple, Zhou Xuan found himself growing more and more fond of Mu Hua. And so, in the Mei Ken car, a peculiar scene unfolded. Little Fuzi kept chatting energetically with Mu Hua, while Mu Hua sat blankly, like a model student, hands placed stiffly on his knees, his vacant gaze fixed ahead. Lv Mingkun, meanwhile, opened up the painting scroll, while Yun Ziliang lay inside the painting, sticking his head out to look around. The scene was utterly bizarre. "Lao Yun, why don’t you step out of the painting? A painting sprouting a head—it’s quite scary." Zhou Xuan advised. "Not coming out, I get carsick!" Everyone: "..." As they passed through a perfectly smooth stretch of road, Zhou Xuan glanced back at the four odd individuals behind him, shaking his head in bewilderment—Me and my peculiar companions? ... Soon, the car arrived at the Metropolitan’s front entrance. A young man in a suit saw Zhou Xuan’s license plate number and gestured to guide him in parking. "I scored a hundred on my driving test—do I really need your help?" Zhou Xuan turned the steering wheel sharply, Uh-oh, the car parked crooked, nearly running over the young man’s foot. Alright then, The hundred was just bragging. He actually flunked the test once and barely passed on his second try. The young man jogged over to open Zhou Xuan’s car door: "You’re Young Master, right? Master Si sent me to welcome you." "Much appreciated." The young man led Zhou Xuan and the others into the Metropolitan. Three people and a painting found a table to sit at. The table was laden with a dazzling array of food; Little Fuzi couldn’t resist grabbing two chocolates—he popped one into his mouth and, covertly, handed the other under the table into Mu Hua’s palm. Zhou Xuan lightly smacked the back of Little Fuzi’s head: "Relax and eat openly—what’s with the sneaking around? I’m heading to the washroom." He carried the painting into the restroom and, taking advantage of the empty space, released Yun Ziliang from it. "This place is so extravagant; look at the lights, and these bonsai—it’s serenity amidst chaos..." Yun Ziliang thought he was already at the Metropolitan gala site and started with his compliments. "Serenity my ass—this is the restroom." Yun Ziliang: "..." "Come on, let me show you the real excitement." Zhou Xuan rolled up the painting and took Yun Ziliang back to the dining table. Seeing the red wine and chocolates, Yun Ziliang started indulging himself. The fancy dishes hadn’t even been served, yet he was already flustered. "Lao Yun, was your family really descended from State Preceptors? This is my first time in such a high-end venue, and even I’m not as flustered as you." The one who loved to roast Yun Ziliang the most on ordinary days was the fifth senior brother, but now, Lv Mingkun’s tongue was just as lively as ever. Slightly tipsy, Yun Ziliang replied, "The State Preceptors of old were far inferior to today." As the era progressed and society advanced, Even Yun Ziliang’s distinguished ancestors had never played with a tin frog. "Brother Zhou, you’re finally here." Having gotten word, Si Yuer joined the table. From her pocket, she pulled out two handfuls of chocolates and gave them to Little Fuzi and Mu Hua, grinning with dimples pressed into her cheeks. "The gala chocolates are so-so—these are from my home." Zhou Xuan asked Si Yuer, "Isn’t this supposed to be a charity gala? Why aren’t there any speeches from the leaders, and why are they dancing so energetically?" At the far end of the banquet table stood a red stage.

Chapter 241 - 180 Bone Elder Singer_2

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