I'm not interested in money or women.
Chapter 2 The Beautiful Dean in the Bar
Chapter 2 The Beautiful Dean in the Bar
Block 1912 in Xuanwu District, Jinling, close to the Presidential Palace, is the most lively bar street in Jinling.
Late at night, the place is brightly lit and crowded with luxury cars.
The bars and nightclubs here are located next to each other, and each one is extremely luxurious and has its own style.
At the door, there were men and women talking and laughing, kissing, and there were also drunk guests pulling each other and shouting something unclear.
The marketing guys gathered in twos and threes, holding cigarettes, chatting while observing passers-by and looking for target customers.
They have a very accurate vision and will not approach every passerby to talk.
Even if some people walk past them, they just turn a blind eye.
Some people are far away, but they will still welcome them warmly.
At the intersection, a taxi drove up and stopped at the door of the first bar.
Lu Feng pushed open the car door, stood at the intersection, glanced lazily at both sides, and walked towards the door of the nearest bar.
Next to this bar is a nightclub, with a few marketing guys squatting at the door.
An older marketing boss is imparting his experience to the younger brothers in front of him.
"You are new in this industry. If you want to have your own clients, you must learn to judge people."
"You don't judge a person by his clothes, you have to look at his temperament. For example, the man in the suit is either a real estate agent or an insurance salesman, and he doesn't have much money in his pocket."
"The guy with dyed yellow hair looks like he deserves a beating, but his family must have some money, probably tens of millions, but at most he has some pocket money, which can help him develop his career."
"The fat guy with the glasses is the same. He has a little money, but he is easier to fool and can squeeze out the oil."
Listening to his story, several younger brothers looked at him in admiration.
One of the younger brothers couldn't help but ask: "Brother, do you have any wealthy clients? The kind that spend millions a night?"
"Are you dreaming? Can you get clients like that every day?"
The marketing manager exhaled a puff of cigarette and said, "You won't meet that kind of customer in a whole year. The old ones can't afford to play, and the young ones don't have that much money. In Jinling, there is a second-generation with that kind of spending power. Which marketing manager on this street doesn't know him? How can it be your turn?"
As he spoke, he threw his half-smoked cigarette on the ground and stomped it out, sighing: "If I could meet a client like that, I would be rich..."
He suddenly stopped talking halfway through.
Then, several younger brothers saw him running out and quickly approaching a young man wearing a common suit and a white shirt, and greeted him warmly.
"Brother, is this your first time here? Can I help you arrange it?"
"Brother, I have so many beauties here, do you want me to introduce a few to you? They are all college students!"
"elder brother……"
As soon as Lu Feng arrived at the door of the bar, he met a nightclub marketing person with a smile on his face.
Faced with his enthusiasm, Lu Feng waved his hand impatiently, and went straight into the first bar without any explanation.
"Brother, come to me if you need anything!"
The marketing person was not angry at all and still greeted him from behind.
After watching his figure disappear, several younger brothers followed him.
“Brother, didn’t you say that people wearing suits are either real estate agents or real estate agents?”
Someone asked in confusion.
“That depends on the person.”
The marketing manager turned around and pointed at them: "I just said that you should judge a person by his temperament. If someone else wears that suit, they might look like an agent or an insurance salesman, but when he wears it, his temperament is completely different."
"What is temperament?"
The younger brothers don’t understand.
"It's simple, just look at the eyes."
The marketing manager raised his hand and pointed behind him: "Just now, the way that man looked at me was like looking at a dog. This is the typical look of a rich person.
People like them, no matter how nice they say, in their own eyes, they are the best of the best.
We small fry are no better than dogs on the street, we don’t even deserve to be looked at by them.”
"Are you exaggerating?"
For a moment, the younger brothers found it difficult to accept his straightforwardness.
“This is reality.”
The marketing manager snorted and took out another cigarette from the cigarette box: "This society is so cruel, if you have money you can have everything.
It’s not so bad in China, as there are officials to supervise it. But in foreign countries, human life is really cheaper than dog life, and this is not just a casual remark.”
As he spoke, he fumbled for his lighter in his trouser pocket.
pat!pat!
The younger brothers lit a fire and handed it to him, and the flames flickered.
In the bar, Lu Feng walked straight to the bar, sat in an empty seat, and signaled to the bartender: "A dry martini."
Lu Feng has no preference for alcohol and can drink any kind of alcohol.
But late at night, drinking white wine will cause heartburn, and drinking beer will make your stomach bloated, so a few cocktails will help you get a little tipsy and help you sleep, which is just right.
Although he is not picky about the type of wine, he is picky about the taste of the wine.
If you're going to drink, drink good wine.
Otherwise it would be purely asking for trouble.
Whether a cocktail tastes good or not depends entirely on the skills of the bartender.
Faced with an unfamiliar bartender, Lu Feng didn't want to take any risks, so he ordered the most classic martini to try out the bartender's skills.
Known as the king of cocktails, this classic cocktail has a standard recipe in the International Bartenders Association and is the best subject to test the skills of bartenders.
After a while, the bartender prepared a dry martini and brought it to Lu Feng.
Picking up the wine glass, Lu Feng took a sip and put it down.
Pay the bill and leave.
The bartender's skills were terrible and he added too much lemon juice.
After going out to a different bar, Lu Feng ordered another dry martini.
The craftsmanship has improved, but it is also limited.
Change again.
I changed two more bars, but the food in none of them was as good as the second one.
Lu Feng was already getting a little impatient.
Change to another one. If that still doesn’t work, just go back to the second one.
Lu Feng went out again and came to the door of a rather quiet bar. There was a sign on the door saying Meeting Whisky.
As soon as he entered the door, Lu Feng felt that he had come to the right place.
The store is not big, it is rectangular, with sofas and a bar, and many customers sitting in groups of three or four.
There was a singer singing lazy blues and the atmosphere was very relaxed.
Walking straight to the bar and sitting down, Lu Feng gestured to the bartender: "One dry martini."
"OK, just a second."
After a while, the bartender with tattoos on his arms pushed over a dry martini.
After picking it up and taking a sip, Lu Feng nodded slightly.
He raised his head and drank it all in one gulp, then spoke again: "Hawaiian Cool Drink."
Hearing his words, the bartender smiled and asked, "Are you thirsty?"
Lu Feng did not comment: "I have searched several shops, and your skills are the only one that is okay."
“Half of the bartenders on this street were trained by me.”
The bartender was busy as he spoke, and soon he made a glass of Hawaiian Kool-Aid and pushed it in front of Lu Feng.
After taking a big sip through a straw, Lu Feng leaned back on the short backrest of the bar chair, closed his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief.
This drink is mostly soda water and ice, which makes it refreshing and thirst-quenching.
After finishing the wine in a few sips, Lu Feng raised his hand again and said, "A glass of classic wine, no soda water."
As soon as he finished speaking, a slender white hand reached out from his left side and held the bar: "A glass of Cosmopolitan, thank you."
The voice was a female one. Lu Feng looked back and was suddenly stunned.
The person who spoke was a long-haired woman wearing a black suspender stepmother dress.
She looked to be around thirty years old. She no longer had the naivety of a young girl, but was full of the charm of a mature woman, with a hint of Xu Qing's expression between her eyebrows.
She has a great figure, which almost perfectly fits the stepmother skirt she is wearing.
And her skin is very white, as white as milk.
Black clothes naturally make people look whiter, and against the backdrop of the clothes, her arms and neck look as white as jade, like a swan.
Lu Feng has seen many beautiful women, and the one in front of him is also in the top tier among all his dates.
But what surprised Lu Feng was not her appearance.
But it was because Lu Feng knew her.
Song Qian.
In his previous life, when Lu Feng reported to Jinling University of Technology, the teachers in the school were discussing one thing.
The School of Environmental Science and Engineering, where he studied environmental engineering, has the youngest dean in its history.
And she is a great beauty.
This beautiful dean is Song Qian.
Song Qian is just 35 years old this year. She holds a Ph.D. in environmental engineering from Stanford University. She has taught at the University of California, Davis, and holds the title of associate professor.
In the second half of last year, she chose to return to China and her hometown of Jinling.
In the first half of this year, she was hired by Jinling University of Technology as the dean of the School of Environmental Science and Engineering and officially took office in September.
When Lu Feng was in school, Song Qian was the subject of discussion among many boys in the school.
Although hindered by her identity, Lu Feng knew that many boys admired her very much.
Many young male teachers in the school surrounded her like bees.
But she always remained single.
It was not until several years later that Lu Feng accidentally learned that she had married an inconspicuous young male teacher in the same school.
A few years later, Lu Feng heard that she had died. It was a homicide. The murderer was her husband. It was said to be a relationship problem.
Looking at her sitting unsteadily on the chair beside him, Lu Feng felt a little strange.
He didn't expect that the first acquaintance he met after his rebirth would be her.
"Please enjoy your classics."
The bartender brought the prepared drink to Lu Feng.
Song Qian glanced at the wine in front of Lu Feng, then looked at his eyes which were staring at her without any concealment, and burst out laughing.
Smells of alcohol.
The scent of lipstick.
Lu Feng smelled the taste of her breath.
She had obviously drunk quite a bit of wine.
"Little men of your age rarely drink whiskey."
Song Qian leaned on the bar with her elbows, the whiteness of her chest faintly visible under her suspender skirt: "Many people can't get used to the strange taste of whiskey, but some people with life experience can accept this taste. A small man's body, a big man's taste... Interesting."
Lu Feng didn't respond.
He had a hard time defining the current situation.
He knew Song Qian, but Song Qian didn't know him.
Moreover, if he guessed correctly, Song Qian's current behavior seemed to be teasing him?
Song Qian didn't pay attention to Lu Feng's silence, and continued to talk to herself: "People who just started drinking whiskey will basically drink Godfather or whiskey sour, because the sour and sweet taste is easier to drink.
It usually takes two or three years of drinking before you slowly start to like the rich, complex aroma of whiskey."
At this point, she paused and blinked at Lu Feng: "So you're a little drunkard?"
Seeing her winking expression, Lu Feng was sure.
She was just teasing herself.
The Metropolitan that the bartender brought to her further confirmed his thoughts.
The Cosmopolitan is also a classic cocktail. It is the special drink that the heroine Carrie in the American TV series "Sex and the City" drinks when she flirts with men.
The fact that Song Qian ordered this glass of wine beside him made her meaning very clear.
Seeing that Lu Feng said nothing, a hint of disappointment flashed across Song Qian's eyes, but she quickly concealed it.
Picking up the wine glass, she looked at the pink wine in the glass. Just as she was about to drink it all, she saw Lu Feng also picked up the wine glass.
"It's rare to meet another drunkard, how about a drink?"
(End of this chapter)
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