My Life with Narration-Chapter 279 - 278: What, No More Pretending to Be Deep?

Chapter 279: Chapter 278: What, No More Pretending to Be Deep?

A sixty-second voice message is the limit for WeChat, but definitely not for Tang Nan.

Even if he didn’t listen, he knew this voice message was probably filled with insults, as Tang Nan was already throwing a fit on the other side.

She couldn’t understand why Shen Yi would go for a guy like this. Not only was he clueless about romance, but he was also super infuriating, making her suspect at times that Shen Yi might have masochistic tendencies.

However, while Tang Nan was stomping her feet in anger, Su Qing was quite happy on his end. The video’s views skyrocketed, the comments increased visibly, and the number of followers began to surge, starting to redirect from Tang Nan’s fan base.

Although Tang Nan wasn’t the hottest celebrity at the moment, her short-video fan base was in the tens of millions, which made her a big deal for a small blogger like him with just hundreds of thousands of fans.

Thanks to Da Huang’s cleverness, plus Tang Nan’s fame and sexy figure, his number of followers started soaring and quickly reached 800,000.

If he played his cards right, using this video to break through a million followers and realize his dream of becoming a million-followed blogger wouldn’t be an issue.

After all, Tang Nan went all out this time to eliminate the video evidence of her nasal mishap.

Not only did she flaunt her figure while interacting with Da Huang, but she also changed into several outfits along the way: long dresses, JK uniforms, shorts, black stockings—you name it.

In the video, Da Huang was clearly lost amid the changing outfits and long legs, and even the netizens could see that Da Huang was already floating in a daze, completely mesmerized by the beauty.

Of course, the anger of the crowd wasn’t directed at a dog, and Su Qing, the useless poop scooper, naturally became the target for venting.

Many demanded he reveal his face and even started inquiring about his home address.

The artist with their vile tricks, the photographer’s anger, and the perverted dog walker—these three were known as the "Three Kingfishers of the Internet," or rather, the "Short Video Delinquents."

Anyway, every time they posted a video, there were always righteous people in the comment section urging girls to stay away from the three of them.

Da Huang’s targets were quite progressive, from street girls at the beginning to office girls, then to model girls, and not even policewoman girls were safe from his claws. Now, he dared to reach into the entertainment circle, targeting female artists.

Fortunately, it’s just a dog, otherwise the backlash he would face would be much more intense.

However, after collaborating with the police last time, no bloggers accused him of being suggestive anymore.

Even those who were unhappy with him were careful with their words, unlike before, but Su Qing simply didn’t care. In the self-media business, who hasn’t been cursed?

Luckily, pervy netizens were still the majority, and his works firmly grabbed people’s interests—they’d watch while they scolded.

Even Zhu Lili messaged him to ask what that video was about and when they’d release theirs.

But since the results were so good, he planned to wait until he fully capitalized on this wave of heat before releasing the next video.

Time flew by, and soon it was one in the afternoon. Just as he finished a takeaway order, his phone rang with an unfamiliar number.

"Hello, who is this?"

"Hello, is this Su Qing?"

"Yes, it is. And you are?"

"I’m Wang Shanshan’s father, and I’d like to meet with you to have a chat."

Upon hearing this, Su Qing suddenly remembered why he was at home today.

It was already afternoon, and if they hadn’t contacted him, he would have almost forgotten about it. But the thought of visiting the cabaret to listen to music got him all excited again.

"Sure, just let me know the address!" Su Qing said with a smile.

"You tell me the address, and I’ll send a driver to pick you up!" the man on the other end said.

"No problem!"

He then gave the other party his neighborhood location, and after they hung up, their expressions were completely different.

Wang Zheng squinted his eyes. From this phone call, he sensed that the other party was not surprised at all to be contacted, as if he had predicted that Wang Zheng would reach out, making him feel a bit more guarded.

Meanwhile, Su Qing dashed into the bathroom to wash up and dressed in his most handsome outfit, humming a little tune:

"Humming again, in the dream that song, haven’t seen the hometown moonlight for ages, grandma’s fan waving as the locust flowers fell, grandpa’s pipe smoke drifted towards the Milky Way."

About more than half an hour later, his phone rang again. This time, it was the driver calling to say he was already at the community entrance.

Hearing this, Su Qing tidied up and hurried downstairs, brimming with anticipation. As soon as he stepped out of the neighborhood, he saw an Audi parked at the gate. As for the series or price, he couldn’t tell, after all, he knew nothing about cars.

Back when Shen Yi’s Mercedes caught his eye purely because it was pretty and new, he didn’t realize how expensive it was until he checked and found out the car was actually over a million. Couldn’t afford to mess with it.

A man dressed in a white shirt and black pants stood in front of the car. Seeing him approach, he promptly came up to inquire.

"Are you Mr. Su?"

"Yes, I am."

"Please get in the car, President Wang has already reserved a place."

Hearing this, Su Qing got in the back seat without a word. The driver seemed to be in his thirties and didn’t say much, but he appeared to be quite shrewd. Even though Su Qing looked young, the driver was very respectful.

Without a word along the way, after another half-hour or so, just as he was hoping it’d be a nightclub or something like that, the car stopped in front of a place called Cuili Garden.

From the outside, the decor had a vintage style, leaving him a bit puzzled.

Wasn’t it supposed to be a cabaret to listen to music? What are you bringing me here for, to really listen to music? Where’s the cabaret, did you eat it?

Shouldn’t social interactions between successful adults be like holding a girl in one hand, a drink in the other, while having a pleasant conversation?

Or did he just watch too much TV? Or is he a little out of touch, not understanding what high society interactions mean?

Also, he’s a native of Jiang City and has never lived elsewhere, so how come he doesn’t know there’s such a place?

"Mr. Su, please follow me," the driver said respectfully, leading him inside.

Soon he realized what this place was for—a theater. Inside, a performance had already begun, with the sounds of the erhu, yueqin, suona, and yunluo accompanying it.

"Oh heavens, it’s by spiritual force and divine protection, the imperial child like a blade’s edge, secretly ensuring the Crown Prince’s prosperity..."

Su Qing followed the driver directly to the private room on the second floor. As soon as the door opened, he saw a man lying back on a chair, wearing clothes similar to the ones old men wear for Tai Chi in the park, his eyes half-closed, his head swaying, softly echoing the opera lyrics from the stage.

His hair was graying, making him look about sixty, but Su Qing knew this man wasn’t quite that old, just looked prematurely aged. Without a doubt, this was today’s main character, Wang Shanshan’s father, Wang Zheng.

Upon seeing him enter, Wang Zheng didn’t get up, merely gestured to the lounge chair beside him.

The driver dropped him at the door without even coming in. At this point, there were only the two of them in the room, strictly speaking, from two different generations.

[Seeing your youth, the successful Wang Zheng intends to give you a hard time, trying to overpower you in terms of aura.

This is a psychological tactic used in business negotiations, also testing to see if you’re worthy to converse with him.]

For this, Su Qing silently noted, here it comes; this is why he dislikes interacting with such supposedly elite, senior individuals.

Where’s the sincerity between people? Playing tricks as soon as you meet. If not for the aside narrative here, with his experience, he might not even know what the other person meant.

From the moment he realized Wang Zheng wasn’t inviting him to a nightclub for a discussion, Su Qing regarded him as someone clueless in dealing with people, not knowing how to cater to others’ preferences.

It’s not that he doesn’t support traditional culture; he just doesn’t like it—it’s a matter of personal taste. How many young people enjoy listening to Peking opera anyway?

Besides, he couldn’t believe that Wang Zheng didn’t know his age. Wang Shanshan must have mentioned him at home, even if he didn’t know the specifics. Surely, one could tell the difference between a young man in his early twenties and a man in his fifties or sixties?

In an instant, Su Qing sneered and then casually sat down on the other chair. Between them was a wooden tea table, with tea brewing on top.

On the stage downstairs, performers were putting on a play called "The Cat Becomes the Crown Prince." He didn’t understand it but mimicked Wang Zheng’s silence, thinking, who can’t put on airs?

When the performance ended, applause rose from downstairs, and Wang Zheng finally opened his eyes, sat up, looked over, and said with a smile:

"Haven’t seen a young person who likes opera in a long time."

As he spoke, the old man casually poured him a bowl of tea and pushed it over.

Hearing this, Su Qing pressed the lid of the tea with his hand, "Then you got it wrong. I don’t like opera at all. For me, this place is not fun; I’d rather get a scrub at a bathhouse. I’m just being a good guest."

These words were bluntly put. Although it seemed he was dissatisfied with the place, in truth, he was not satisfied with Wang Zheng himself.

Once hearing this, Wang Zheng was taken aback. Are young people today so oblivious to social norms?

To this, Wang Zheng chuckled, "Interesting. You’re Su Qing, right? You met my daughter yesterday and told her this information. What’s your aim?"

[The old fox thinks your meeting with his daughter last night had ulterior motives, and he’s curious about your identity.]

True enough, when they say age brings wisdom, they’re referring to people like him. Wang Shanshan might not have seen through his intentions, but the old man detected it at a glance.

"Of course, it was to send you a message. What other purpose could there be? Do you think your daughter alone could retrieve the money?"

At these words, Wang Zheng was momentarily stunned by his frankness. Is he genuinely naïve, or does he feel so assured as to be this casual?

"Looking for me?"

"Of course. You’re better than I expected. I thought you’d contact me in the morning."

At this, Wang Zheng squinted his eyes and asked in a deep voice, "Why do you think I’d definitely contact you? A mere ten million. It’s not beyond my means. I could buy my daughter a lesson with it, couldn’t I?"

Upon hearing this, Su Qing felt annoyed. Since you sought me out, why are you pretending and speaking roundabout here?

"How is your investigation into me going? Any results?"

"What do you mean?"

"We’re both smart people, so why speak so laboriously? Didn’t you investigate me yesterday? And also, don’t just talk out of hand. It’s not like ten million means nothing to you. I admit, you are indeed wealthy, but not to the extent where ten million is negligible. Your business hasn’t been doing well these past two years, right? Profits are declining annually; in a few years, you might even start losing directly. Am I wrong?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Zheng was filled with shock. His business, traditional as it was, had indeed been struggling—real estate hasn’t been thriving these past two years, let alone other industries. But he was amazed at how this young man, who had never interacted with him before, knew so much so accurately. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

"So what? It doesn’t seem related to you, does it?" Wang Zheng said bluntly.

To this, Su Qing replied, "Exactly, it’s unrelated. So there’s no need for a power play. This isn’t business; you don’t need to pretend with nonexistent authority. It’s useless. In psychological warfare, I’m more adept than you. At a glance, I can gauge nine-tenths of what you’re thinking. For example, right now, are you wondering if I have some ulterior motive for approaching your daughter? Is someone targeting your family?"

At that moment, Wang Xing’s eyes couldn’t hide his astonishment. He found that the other actually knew exactly what he was thinking.

"Tell me your purpose!" Wang Zheng, realizing he couldn’t suppress the young man, changed his approach.

To this, Su Qing laughed, "What, no longer pretending to be profound?"