"Different colors of roses represent different anings. I'm quite familiar with these personally..."
The young man spoke eloquently, almost scraping the bottom of the barrel.
However, seeing Ouyang Xiaoya's increasingly bright smile, the man seed to be on a stimulant, not at all feeling the fatigue of overthinking.
He wished he could be even more eager to please.
Lin Hai was already standing behind the man at so point, and Ouyang Xiaoya's gaze had actually noticed Lin Hai, with an unmistakable gleeful schadenfreude in her radiant smile.
"The pink rose represents first love." The man quickly organized his words in his mind and said softly and gently.
"Champagne color represents sincerity."
This sentence was not said by the man; he was about to take a breath and add a little suspense, hoping to pique the curiosity of the beauty in front of him.
Obviously, this man is a master in the field of romance, understanding how to grasp a woman's heart. Generally, once you spark a woman's curiosity, it often ans you've successfully attracted the opposite sex. Next, it's about estimating the other person's satisfaction and finding appropriate topics to make the girl feel content, sufficient to et further desires.
So, won are actually easy to deceive.
However, Lin Hai's tily arrival clearly had no intention of giving this guy the slightest chance.
The sentence about champagne color representing sincerity was said by Lin Hai.
The man turned his head in surprise, clearly startled by the sudden voice from behind. Despite trying to maintain a calm façade, the fleeting fear in his eyes was exposed by Lin Hai's "King of Assassins" look.
"White roses represent nobility."
Lin Hai said coldly, but his gaze was on Ouyang Xiaoya.
"Yellow roses represent the beginning of love."
"As for red roses, they represent 'I love you!'"
The man opened his mouth, not expecting soone to suddenly steal his lines.
The colors and anings of roses were all spoken by this guy.
"Damn it, encountered a competitor!" The man cursed inwardly, feeling aggrieved that he'd finally found a beautiful prey only for soone else to succeed.
With this thought, the man showed a gentlemanly refined smile, even nodding appreciatively, smiling as he evaluated Lin Hai: "What this gentleman said is absolutely correct, seems like he knows his flowers."
"I know a bit about everything." Lin Hai replied with a cold observer's deanor.
"Oh? Really? I've studied abroad for many years, love exploring culture and traditions. Only vast knowledge allows to appreciate the beauty of this world, and of course, a lady's smile."
The last sentence was clearly directed at Ouyang Xiaoya.
"How about this, shall we discuss a bit? Perhaps I'll be glad to et a kindred spirit today." The man smiled as he asked Lin Hai, his eyes hinting at provocation.
"I'll just watch your pretentiousness." Lin Hai thought to himself, answering: "Sure, I'd really like to see what your vast knowledge ocean is like."
Saying this, it ant Lin Hai was "ready to silently counterpretend."
Ouyang Xiaoya shook the red wine she had just received from the waiter, her gaze revealing deep interest. She didn't expect the damn beast to actually be jealous.
The first ti seeing Beast Lin getting jealous was quite unexpected.
Yet that feeling of being cared for felt sweet for the CEO.
At the sa ti, she wanted to deflate the damn beast's arrogance. The man before her did indeed have a bit of substance, just right to educate Lin Hai on the principles of life, lest he remain oblivious, with his mind filled with erotic massages.
"Tonight, the beauties here are dazzling, how about we talk about one of won's favorite items, perfu." The young man said with a smile.
Lin Hai nodded: "Sure, I know a little about perfus."
"Shalimar, do you know this brand?" The young man asked tentatively.
"Shalimar, one of the world's best-selling perfus over the years. Opened perfu specialty stores back in 1928, with ingredients including citrus, lemon, rose, iris and swallow flower, yet with bewildering effects carrying exotic scents." Lin Hai answered coldly, as if reciting from a textbook.
The man's eyes flashed surprise, realizing he needed to show so real skill.
"What about it?" The opponent asked again.
"L'Air du Temps, created by the classic French fashion house in 1948, directly translates to 'Breath of Ti,' belonging to the Nina Ricci series." Lin Hai answered coldly once more.
The man's eyes revealed even more surprise, pondering inwardly: "Could this guy be running a perfu company?"
Ouyang Xiaoya was also taken aback, mainly because Lin Hai answered as if without thinking, effortlessly and swiftly, totally being extrely familiar.
When did the lazy, erotic-massage-loving security guard Lin beco so knowledgeable about perfus?
"Boring, I'm familiar with all ten classic perfus, shall we talk about sothing else?" Lin Hai proactively spoke up.
The man nodded: "Alright, does this gentleman have any insights into magic, especially card tricks?"
This was deliberately trying to make things difficult for Lin Hai.
After all, magic is sothing that most ordinary people rarely master.
You can know famous cars, watches, luxury houses, renowned tourist destinations, cultural interests, but magic, this niche field, is rarely mastered by ordinary people, with few avenues to learn.
"Card tricks, huh?" Lin Hai showed a hint of reminiscing expression. Five years ago, in Europe, he once secretly gambled with soone claiming to be God's left hand, soone who was the fastest gambler in all of Europe and also a top existence in the realm of card tricks.
That encounter's outco was—God's left hand ended up with just an elastic band and a newspaper.
"Let's drop it, card tricks seem simple but are really difficult; why not we switch to another topic?" The man used a tactic called retreating to advance.
If Lin Hai agreed, it would implicitly admit he didn't know magic, and the man would both win over him and appear gracious and not aggressive.
"Damn, trying to take all the benefits, let show you how you'll have to eat all the pretense you put on," Lin Hai swore inwardly, preparing to show this guy what surpassing the speed of a single dog's hand looks like.
"Bang"—
Lin Hai snapped his fingers loudly, confidently saying in fluent high-class English: "Waiter, please co over."
Ouyang Xiaoya was stunned again, wondering where the damn beast had learned such fluent and authentic British aristocratic English, never knowing he could speak English so well.
The waiter soon respectfully ca over, and here, anyone occasionally popping out one or two English words, dressed neatly, was definitely an upscale individual. Today Lin Hai was specially dressed in gentleman attire, though the brand was Eight Wolves—street market goods, fake Seven Wolves.
"Bring a deck of Jerry'sNugget!" Lin Hai said.
Ouyang Xiaoya was stunned again, Jerry'sNugget!
This term she'd heard a little about before.
And the young man looked completely puzzled, what was Jerry'sNugget?
"Uh? Sir wants Jerry'sNugget?"
"This place is a top hotel in Yanjing after all, surely you have Jerry'sNugget, right?" Lin Hai asked the waiter.
"Yes, sir, is it Jerry'sNugget?" The waiter repeatedly confird.
After all, this high-end type of card is rarely known by anyone.
Lin Hai didn't say a word, just nodded, which counted as a reply to the waiter.
Ouyang Xiaoya slightly parted her lips, incredulous that the damn beast really knew Jerry'sNugget!
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