"Boom boom—"
After a series of interludes, the Howling Wolf Bar rose to a climax once again.
The DJ swayed his body, driving the rhythm.
The n and won below, amid swirling smoke and colorful neon lights, shook their bodies, moving in ti with the beat of the dance music.
Luo Yu sat at the most ordinary scatter table, which was filled with the bar’s most luxurious liquors.
One of them, the Ace of Spades, hadn’t been opened by a custor for half a year, and was worth an entire two years of salary for an ordinary white-collar worker.
The waiter helped Luo Yu open the bottle. Luo Yu picked it up and sniffed it, frowning.
"Take it away, bring another."
"Ah... you don’t want this one?"
The waiter was clearly slow on the uptake.
Such expensive liquor, just to be opened and sniffed and then it’s over?
To say no more just like that?
"Hmm," Luo Yu nodded.
The waiter’s worldview was shattered. Was this really the world of the wealthy?
He had worked at the bar for six years and had seen his fair share of rich people, plenty of so-called second-generation rich kids.
But he had never seen anyone as extravagantly heartless as the man before him.
He had opened several fine wines in succession, all the most expensive treasured collections in the bar, and Luo Yu would just take a whiff and toss them aside.
He didn’t even bother to take a sip.
This caused the young n and won secretly watching from the side to take a deep breath.
They wanted to say sothing.
If you’re not drinking, at least let us drink, eh. If these are all thrown away, what a waste.
Soon, the waiter bowed his head and carefully said, "Young master, we’ve opened all the types of liquor in our bar for you."
"If there really isn’t one that suits your taste, na one, and I’ll go out and buy it for you right now."
Luo Yu’s eyebrows rose.
He hadn’t expected a bar waiter to be so sharp, leaving him no room for faultfinding.
He waved his hand.
"No need."
"Do you have Coke? Just give a glass of Coke."
"This..."
The waiter’s eyes bulged.
All this liquor you’ve opened is worth a small company CEO’s annual salary, and after all that, you just want a glass of Coke?
"You don’t have that either?" Luo Yu frowned slightly.
To be honest, he didn’t like the taste of any of these liquors; they all slled strongly of alcohol, which despite their looks, gave the impression they were fake.
"Yes, yes, yes!!!"
The waiter nodded frantically.
"I’ll go get it for you right now."
Luo Yu nodded, "Make it bitter, not sweet."
"Alright."
The waiter imdiately turned to get it.
Luo Yu glanced at the three rows of liquor bottles piled on the ground and shook his head.
They all looked more splendid than the last, yet all were just appearances with nothing substantial inside.
But it seed that those who ca here to drink didn’t care about the taste of the liquor, they were purely here to flash their cash and have fun.
He turned his attention to the young n and won swaying on the dance floor, watched for a long while, then couldn’t help but sigh.
On the surface, it seed like a wild party was taking place here.
But inside, people’s souls were exceptionally empty; they were even burdened with stress, simply unwilling to face it, choosing to numb themselves in alcohol and thunderous music for a while, forgetting worldly troubles.
Luo Yu didn’t think there was anything particularly good or bad about it, after all, these were just different aspects of life, each person with their own way of living.
So what was his way of living?
Eat when it’s ti to eat, drink when it’s ti to drink, play when it’s ti to play, practice when it’s ti to practice, and when it’s ti to shoulder responsibility, take on what needs to be borne.
Now, it was ti to play but the people here failed to raise any interest in him to join in the fun.
After sitting for a while, he felt sowhat listless.
At this ti, the waiter brought the Coke and poured it into a crystal-clear, tall-stemd glass.
Luo Yu, with elegance, lifted the glass and took a light sip.
His eyes lit up.
This stuff was way better than the flashy yet substandard liquor on the floor.
Expensive doesn’t necessarily an good.
What suits you is the best.
The n and won secretly watching couldn’t describe their feelings at that mont.
Goodness, what kind of thought process did this young master have?
To co to a bar, first he flamboyantly threw money around, then he coldly rejected four beautiful won.
Next, he avoided the private booths to sit at the most common scatter table.
Now drinking Coke instead of liquor?
If you call him unsophisticated, can soone coarse reject such pretty girls? Can he drink Coke in such a refined manner?
Those with discernnt could tell that despite Luo Yu’s unimpressive attire, which looked like a mishmash from a street stall, he exuded a noble aura that could only co from being nurtured by a distinguished family.
Many won in attendance were curious; there were young girls, female office workers, petite nurses, and even so mature won, all intrigued by what made Luo Yu so special, having never seen such a unique type before.
But as much as they wanted to explore, Luo Yu had already indifferent rejected three who were quite impressive in various aspects.
Even if so won were eager to try, they held back in the end, not wanting to be embarrassed.
"Jia Lan, didn’t you think earlier that he was a fallen scion, planning to take care of him?"
Wearing a white blouse, a black miniskirt, black stockings, and high heels, in the guise of a city’s powerful businesswoman, Qin Lan teased with a smile.
Next to her, the young beauty in a spaghetti strap dress and flesh-colored stockings pouted her red lips and said with a grumble:
"What are you saying? Who could imagine, from the way he dressed when he walked in, that he was such a powerful young man?"
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