Am I a crispy college student? The whole internet says that I'm hard to kill! Chapter 178: Private Club

Seeing Song Bing actually interested in those garish won standing at the hotel entrance, Jin Zhiya imdiately felt displeased.

She looked up at Wu Bin with a sincere face.

"That bar is no good, it’s clearly a rip-off; don’t go there."

Wu Bin: ...

Is it the bar you think is no good?

You clearly think it’s those won standing at the entrance who are no good!

Before Wu Bin could say anything, Song Bing spoke up first.

"That’s right, Wu, you’re different from us; you have two beautiful won accompanying you. Those lower-class bars really aren’t suitable for you."

"How about this, since there is still so ti before the concert begins, why don’t we split up and do our own thing?"

A group of hot-blooded young n from the Agricultural University raised their hands in support, one after another.

Wu Bin glared at Song Bing.

[Fine, fine, fine, you’re selling out, aren’t you?]

Song Bing hurriedly responded with his eyes.

[Brother Wu, bear with it a little. We can’t let the brothers suffer, can we?]

After a brief exchange of glances, Song Bing ultimately decided to sell out Wu Bin.

After all, Wu Bin was with the live streaming cara crew.

If they lugged the cara into the bar with them, God knows what hidden programs they might miss out on.

After saying goodbye to Wu Bin and He Bingbing, Song Bing led Xiao Hu and a group of sports students straight toward that bar.

As soon as they got to the entrance of the bar, the dancing won sward around them, getting handsy right away.

Song Bing and his group burst into grins, bright as chrysanthemums.

Song Bing even made a grand gesture, pulling out a stack of Korean won from his wallet.

"Good! Tip, a generous tip!"

With that kind of attitude, anyone who didn’t know better might think he was an emperor back in his own harem.

"Uncle, stop looking; I’ll take you to another bar, which is more refined. The environnt is much better than these other bars."

Since Jin Zhiya insisted, Wu Bin, having no choice, could only follow her forward.

They walked less than fifty ters when the bar Jin Zhiya ntioned ca into view.

There were no ladies drumming up business at the entrance, no display windows showcasing various foreign liquors, and even the bar’s sign had only one simple word—"Tiger!"

The decor and atmosphere of this bar stood in stark contrast to the other bars.

There were two burly, muscular n standing at the entrance of the bar.

Seeing Jin Zhiya approaching, they crossed their arms in front of them, bowed their heads to show respect, and didn’t question or inquire about the identities of Wu Bin and He Bingbing.

They passed through the gate and entered the hall.

Only then did Wu Bin get a clear look at the interior layout of the bar.

There was no noisy music, not even blindingly bright lights.

The whole bar hall had a huge semicircular stage, with won performing on it in traditional South Korean costus, presumably doing traditional South Korean dance.

Under the stage, there were a dozen or so high-end sofas, which should be the VIP seats of the bar.

What was most eye-catching was that the n and won sitting on these sofas were clearly elites of high society.

Although they were not all wearing suit and tie or formal dresses, their clothes were luxurious and neat, obviously not cheap.

"How about it, uncle, isn’t the bar’s environnt nice? Isn’t it more refined than the one your friend went to?"

The netizens in the live broadcast room couldn’t hold it in any longer.

They started to tease.

"Refined, indeed so very refined!"

"Song and the others are probably already sprawled across those ladies’ laps by now, yet my brother Wu is still here enjoying traditional South Korean dance. I must say, Brother Wu truly is a man of culture."

"This is the first ti I’ve seen a bar stage presenting this kind of performance, it’s nuts. How is this different from running to an internet cafe to watch the evening news? "

"A bunch of ignoramuses, you don’t think people actually co to this kind of bar just to drink, do you? This is actually a private club, just a little lower in class, a playground for the big shots’ kids."

Finally, there was a knowledgeable viewer in the live streaming room.

Just like most ordinary people, wealthy individuals also go shopping.

However, due to their sensitive identities, most wealthy people can’t go shopping as ordinary people do, simply putting on a pair of sunglasses and entering a mall.

Thus, when most wealthy people go shopping, they actually visit private clubs.

These private clubs operate on a mbership basis and are not open to the public.

There are many anities in the club, and they sell all kinds of things.

It can only be said that the joys of the rich are unimaginable to the poor.

As soon as Jin Zhiya walked in, the n and won in the hall were taken aback, then all stood up to greet her.

Tang Yizhen, the manager of the bar, imdiately ca forward to welco her.

"Miss Jin, what brings you here today, weren’t you off on a school excursion?"

Jin Zhiya gave her a glance.

"The trip had an accident, didn’t you know?"

Tang Yizhen paused, then shook her head.

"I’ve been busy with bar matters these past two days and haven’t had ti to watch the news."

"What kind of accident, was it serious?"

Jin Zhiya shook her head, indicating she didn’t want to talk about it anymore.

Just then, Tang Yizhen noticed the photographer behind Wu Bin.

Without attracting attention, Tang Yizhen stepped aside to block the cara, preventing the photographer from capturing the n and won behind her.

Then Tang Yizhen spoke again, "Miss Jin, we do not allow filming or live streaming here, please understand."

Jin Zhiya bluntly said, "I know, afraid of capturing other people, right?"

"Get a private room, there shouldn’t be any problem filming in there."

Tang Yizhen was still hesitating.

Jin Zhiya’s expression grew cold.

"What, didn’t you hear what I said?"

Seeing Jin Zhiya showing signs of anger, Tang Yizhen gestured with a wave of her hand, making an inviting gesture.

"Please, Miss Jin, this way."

Under the guidance of Tang Yizhen, they arrived at a luxurious private room.

Just as Wu Bin was about to follow inside, a female waitress caught his attention.

"Bingbing, I’m going to use the restroom; you all go ahead and have fun."

After greeting Jin Zhiya and He Bingbing, Wu Bin walked toward the waitress who was hiding in the shadows.

Wu Bin approached the corner and finally saw the waitress’s appearance clearly in the dim light.

Wu Bin’s eyes widened in surprise.

"Nightingale? How co you are here!"

Nightingale spoke indifferently, "Of course, it’s to assign a task to you, rookie."

Wu Bin couldn’t help but smile wryly.

"Wouldn’t a phone call suffice?"

Nightingale shook her head.

"Important matters can only be discussed face-to-face."

Wu Bin sighed.

The inevitable had finally co.

He knew that the incident he encountered on the cruise ship couldn’t possibly just end so easily.

After all, the whole event was too eerie.

So much so that even now, Wu Bin felt that many aspects of it were still illogical.