Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 2821: Chapter 2816: Enlightenment of the True Subtlety in Alcohol

”Very well.”

The fact proved that showing strength is indeed useful; Jenny’s gaze was quickly drawn to the cash, even closely watching Fu Qian complete the entire action.

The look of shock on her face didn’t seem to be because of the immense wealth, but rather the act itself.

But ultimately, as a business, she accepted this straightforward transaction.

Clatter—

Her hands kept moving, and her gaze shifted away from Fu Qian’s face, focusing on her work.

Unfortunately, it seems there are no stewed beans here.

Nonetheless, Fu Qian still felt a bit regretful, sighing inwardly.

Also, no matter how much money there is, it depends on where it’s spent.

In a place like the Ring Islands, where money is thrown around like dirt, wealthy individuals are countless.

Really that much? Not really.

Without turning around, Fu Qian already felt the mocking look of someone behind him.

But it’s okay, the essence of being rich is what counts.

Not only did he have no intention of taking the money away, Fu Qian did not stop gazing at Jenny, even though she tried to evade him, his eyes continued to wander over that extraordinarily skeletal body.

During their first meeting, his accumulation in this area was still relatively little, at an amateur stage of spectating.

Now, with insights from the Heaven’s Commencement Institute, plus fewer clothes to conceal, he could see more of the truth.

If he’s not mistaken, those two strange hooves under her should belong to some extraordinary creature called the ”Fat Princess.”

The ranking isn’t high, the standout feature is the contrast between the front and back.

From the back, it looks almost like a horse, except smaller.

No matter its own coat color, the two front legs are always pure white, fine and smooth, without any impurities.

As the light moves, it almost feels like a pair of bare legs.

So much so that looking from the front, it evokes a kind of uncanny valley humanoid feeling.

The poor reputation is supposedly because of this, though humans aren’t on their menu, they seem to enjoy showing off in front of others, even appearing in dreams—dreams again?

Apart from marveling at why Jenny could become a famed idol, another element is what Fu Qian finds intriguing.

This interference seems to further prove the concept of dreams, likewise possessing considerable extraordinary attributes...

But so far, he hasn’t seen any divine road centered around this kind of authority, where have those standing at the apex gone?

”Here you go.”

Lost in thought, the high efficiency behind the counter abruptly interrupted, with a cup already handed directly over.

The liquor was golden-red, ice floating and swaying, it was meant for the wealthy patron, handed off directly from the other cup in hand.

Though somewhat breaching commercial ethics, Jenny didn’t seem to care, and no one expressed displeasure.

”Thank you.”

Since that’s the case, Fu Qian didn’t hesitate, directly grabbing a bill from the table and passing it over.

Oh...

Though the amount was somewhat large, Jenny also took it without hesitation, not even raising her eyelids as she extended her hand—

But the moment she touched the money, the hand that seemed nimble and strong suddenly froze, eyes full of incredulousness as she looked up.

...

”No need for politeness.”

This scene somewhat felt like being scared by the zeros on the bill, prompting Fu Qian to offer a heartfelt reassurance.

Without waiting for the other’s reply, he withdrew his hand, playing the wealthy patron role splendidly.

Of course, it was just an act.

As a once-popular idol, Lady Jeanne may seem washed away by time but would hardly be frightened by such things.

The real emphasis lay beneath the bill.

A small serpent-shaped badge cleverly enclosed beneath as Fu Qian picked it up to hand it over.

Perhaps unnoticed by others, but as a former club core member, Lady Jeanne likely knew without looking that it wasn’t just a peculiar-shaped room card, but an invitation from the Rebirth Club.

That special badge personally handed over by Ji Ping, warm to touch as if a creation of flesh and blood.

Though of course, the one given by Ji Ping had been returned early on upon his first visit to this bar.

But no matter, for Fu Qian, as long as he remembers the shape, he can create another with flesh and blood anytime.

And to his relief, Lady Jeanne seemed to remember it clearly as well.

So much so that even after accepting the money, her complexion remained grim.

”Leave those here for now; I’m a bit tired and need to rest.”

Fortunately, the involved party promptly offered an explanation, indicating that despite a love for work, combining rest was necessary.

While emphasizing that Fu Qian could continue his business, leaving the money as is.

She finally gave Fu Qian no chance to object, as her words dropped, Jenny turned, pocketing the note as she walked away.

...

Business so good that it exhausted someone directly to leave.

Though rare, it seems not unheard of?

Fu Qian’s reaction was still casual; truly left the money at the counter while tasting his liquor.

Not bad, just a bit potent, deeply capturing the essence of serenity within a single throat.

Thus, if guessed correctly, Lady Jeanne might be hinting to meet her backstage in a minute?

Seeing the vastness of bar culture, Fu Qian dared not neglect, instantly deriving insight.

And daring to speculate and act, upon grasping this, Fu Qian promptly consumed his drink within a minute then swiftly stepped into the counter area.

Naturally, this kind of workspace shouldn’t be trespassed lightly, yet firstly, it was empty, secondly, the brief glances at someone seemingly meant to oversee the place were somewhat awkward, unsure whether to stop him or not.

Not surprisingly, such situations often have nothing to do with negligence.

The bartender accepts a substantial amount, then directly claims fatigue, unable to mix and needs rest, with emphasis money won’t be returned.

Question is, what does this situation truly imply?

The excuse Lady Jeanne found was so clumsy, anyone with a bit of commercial savvy must consider the possibility of another deal being struck.

Mainly, the offering was too generous.

...

”What are you doing?”

However, high perception fears encountering insensibility; just as Fu Qian effortlessly tracked the target’s movements, even knocking twice upon a door upstairs, greeted by a cold, questioning shout.

No need for interpretation, the alert rejection felt strongly.

”Weren’t you the ones who invited me?”

Luckily, Fu Qian ever ignoring cold faces, promptly retorted.

”...There’s no ’we’ anymore.”

Remark seemingly like a slip, yet an unexpected impact on the person inside the door.

After a brief silence, Lady Jeanne murmured to deny.