Chapter 8 — Mistaking a Group of Close Friends for a General Boss

The place Ta Trinh took me to was the most prestigious private club in Beijing —— Phu Sinh. Not only are you a member, but I heard that if you want to be eligible to join here, you have to check up to three generations of ancestors. Compared to this place, the "Toan Tu Duc" that Chu Vi is proud of is no different from the pancake stand next to a five-star hotel - it's not that the pancakes aren't delicious, but they're not on the same level. When I followed Ta Trinh, watching him swipe his black card to enter, the waiter standing at the door bent down so much that he almost touched the ground.

“Mr.

Ta Trinh did not bother to lift his eyelids, unbuttoning his vest and striding with his unmatched long legs.

“Throw it out.”

The three words he said were as light as a feather, like telling him to throw a bag of trash. I was still admiring the callousness of the capitalist world, when a voice so familiar that I wanted to bang my head against the wall suddenly rang out like thunder in the hallway.

"What are you basing on to block me? I have a reservation! I'm a civil servant! Believe it or not, I'll sue you for discrimination?!"

I slipped, almost knelt down and bowed three times to Ta Trinh. This voice... this exclusive male duck voice... If it's not the star Zhou Wei, then who else could it be? This world is so small that it feels like... a grave. In the middle of the lobby, Chu Vi's face was as red as gauze, struggling with the security guard, his pitiful strands of hair flying everywhere with each swing of his hand.

“Giang Hoa?!”

The next second, his tiny eyes locked on me like radar. Then his gaze fell on Ta Trinh, first suppressed by that royal aura for a second, then - revealing an awakened look full of contempt.

"Ha! No wonder you dared to be tough with me yesterday. So you were able to hold on to the rich man?!"

He rushed forward, pointed at Ta Trinh's face - didn't dare point closer, so he stood three meters away and started spewing dirty words.

“Giang Hoa, you are truly despicable, this little white-faced guy…”

The sound in my head "clicked" —— some nerve suddenly snapped. Ta Trinh? Little white face? In this world, only people who live too long would dare to put those two phrases together. I instinctively wanted to rush up and cover his mouth, saving him from digging his own grave. But Ta Trinh is faster than me. Or to be more precise —— you don't need to move at all. He just stopped walking slightly, leaned back, his eyes like cold eternal snow glanced at Chu Vi. That look did not carry anger, but indifference towards a lifeless object. The men's necklace in his hand gently rotated around.

“Little white face?” Ta Trinh laughed softly, his tone unusually gentle. “It's been a long time since anyone dared to praise me like that.”

The surrounding air immediately dropped to below zero. The manager led seven or eight bodyguards and ran over, sweating profusely.

"General Manager Ta! I'm so sorry! We were negligent, immediately kick him out!"

“Wait.” Ta Trinh raised his hand.

He walked straight in front of Chu Vi. The height difference made this scene look like the size of an angel descending compared to an overcooked bun. Ta Trinh is one meter eight eight tall, his high-class vest hugs his strong, slender body, and Chu Vi... is as round as a lump of yeast. Ta Trinh took a handkerchief from his pocket and gently covered his nose, as if he was smelling something extremely disgusting.

“I heard that you think she has a big butt and can give birth easily?”

Ta Trinh's voice was not loud, but in the deathly silent hall, it was heard extremely clearly. Zhou Wei still didn't realize the severity, raised his neck and said: "Isn't that right? I keep an eye on a woman like her just because of that..."

“Assistant Giang.”

Ta Trinh interrupted him and turned to look at me.