Chapter 142: Chapter 119 The Employnt Status of Art Students
Inside the private room of the club’s restaurant.
When Zhou Wang and Ding Yi walked in, they imdiately heard a burst of cheers and a series of aningful “ooh” sounds.
The others were fine, but Zhou Yiquan’s voice was the loudest among the guys, mainly because those girls who Zhou Wang didn’t know were all looking at him with peculiar eyes.
Ding Yi didn’t show any shyness, instead, she pulled Zhou Wang over with a smile and took the initiative to introduce him.
“Wen Wan, the sister who grew up with in the neighborhood, she takes good care of …”
“This is He, my high school classmate, a super fun girl…”
“Qu Jiayi, just returned from studying in Europe, opened a café in Ming City…”
“…”
About four or five girls, Ding Yi introduced them one by one, and finally pointed to Zhou Wang.
“Look, this is Zhou Wang, my college classmate. By the way, he’s already treated you all to a al!”
The girls originally felt that Zhou Wang’s na was familiar, and now with Zhou Wang’s reminder, they suddenly rembered one after another.
“Oh, so you are the mysterious Mr. Zhou? No wonder~”
The most lively one, He, giggled and greeted Zhou Wang.
“Hello, hello.”
Zhou Wang knew they were talking about the birthday party. At that ti, he hadn’t decided how to face Ding Yi, so he didn’t show up.
Just hearing her also called “He,” Zhou Wang couldn’t help but take a few more glances at her.
Hmm, definitely not the sa person… because that He who provided him thoughtful service didn’t have such an enticing tattoo at the collarbone.
Moreover, the He from Golden Palace wouldn’t be sitting here in a full PRADA outfit.
After Ding Yi finished the introductions, the girls started joking with Zhou Wang, mainly probing his relationship with Ding Yi.
“There’s nothing I can’t say; I guess I pursued Ding Yi once.”
Zhou Wang said candidly.
“And now?” asked Wen Wan, the most elegant sister.
“Wuhu, no gossiping, let’s eat!”
At this mont, the waiter ca in to serve the dishes. Ding Yi didn’t give Zhou Wang a chance to respond and pulled him to the other side to sit down.
Originally, there was only one seat reserved next to Zhang Zhiyuan, but now Zhou Yiquan on the other side consciously moved aside to sit closer to the girls, giving Zhou Wang a hearty smile.
“Thanks to Brother Dog, I can sit next to the girls now!”
“Mutual support, mutual support…”
Zhou Wang quickly clasped his hands together, adopting a humble posture.
Amidst the laughter, Zhou Wang finally took his seat. Only then did Zhang Zhiyuan nod at Zhou Wang.
“Zhou Wang, the more I know you, the less I understand you!”
Zhang Zhiyuan remarked helplessly, “Even if you told this club was yours, I don’t think I’d be surprised.”
“Not yet, but it wouldn’t be surprising if I got tipsy and bought it on a whim later.”
Zhou Wang glanced at the system interface showing an “80%” progress bar, half-joking.
“Then I’d just have to say, ‘You’re impressive.'”
Zhang Zhiyuan laughed heartily, not taking it seriously, as he had t the owner of the club before—
He was sure it wasn’t Zhou Wang.
“Not only you, but we’d all have to say ‘you’re impressive,’ buying whatever they see, wouldn’t that make them Ming City’s Batman?”
Tang Yiming also laughed and chid in.
“Ha…”
At this mont, there was a not-too-soft, not-too-loud snort from the side, just loud enough for everyone to hear.
Zhou Wang raised his eyebrows and looked over—it was none other than Brother Tu.
Others frowned a bit, but Brother Tu just chuckled and did not say anything further, though the disdain between his brows was apparent.
Ming City’s Batman?
You guys really know how to blow things out of proportion!
Especially since it was Tang Yiming who just sold him out, making Brother Tu find it even more amusing.
Zhou Wang felt slightly annoyed, but since the other party didn’t say anything extra, he didn’t want to ruin the good atmosphere and pretended not to hear it, pulling Zhang Zhiyuan aside for a chat.
Even though there were quite a few people at today’s gathering, regardless of gender, the atmosphere was very good, unlike the last ti Zhou Wang saw “Sisi” types trailing behind Young Master Zhang and his crew, who did not show up today.
Zhou Wang knew Zhang Zhiyuan intended to keep the boundary, wanting this gathering to feel more “friendly.” He acknowledged and reciprocated Zhang Zhiyuan’s gesture, keeping the engagent in the conversation, and the dinner continued in a harmonious atmosphere.
Although the dinner was covered by Zhou Wang, the drinks were brought by Zhang Zhiyuan.
Two boxes of six-bottle Flying Moutai, and a box of red wine whose na Zhou Wang couldn’t rember.
Having just gotten drunk last night, Zhou Wang felt a bit of a headache seeing the white liquor, but once the drinking started, he couldn’t control it.
This ti, Zhou Wang appreciated sitting next to Ding Yi. For things he found inconvenient to deal with, Ding Yi directly handled them, leaving the other party with nothing to say.
Of course, no matter what, he couldn’t avoid the fate of getting toasts, but fortunately, they were just single-sip servings. As long as he controlled the pace, didn’t drink too eagerly, and supplented with ice-cold mineral water, Zhou Wang wasn’t too overwheld.
When it was Brother Ruan’s turn to co over for a toast, seeing Ding Yi chatting with the girls, he leaned in and brought up an interesting topic with Zhou Wang.
“Brother Dog, do you have any interest in joining us on a trip abroad soti?”
Zhou Wang wasn’t too bothered by the 30-year-old Brother Ruan calling him Brother Dog, perhaps it was because of Zhou Yiquan’s earlier shout; most people were calling him that now.
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