Chapter 699: The Nightclub Prince

Once upon a time, Tan Kaixuan's dream was to become a glorious people's teacher, working nine to five, burning himself out to illuminate others.

But unfortunately, after entering university and meeting that guy Zhao Fusheng, Tan Kaixuan felt he was increasingly becoming a merchant reeking of copper, thinking every day about how to make money, drifting further and further from his lofty and classy ideal.

Fortunately, he still had another dream: to achieve a hundred conquests before graduating from university.

As for business, Tan Kaixuan wasn't worried at all. In his own words, if he won, it was club babes; if he lost, he'd go back to work. At worst, he could go home and trade stocks with his parents.

As the lights came on and the sky outside grew dark, Tan Kaixuan smiled at Zhao Fusheng and suggested going out for a stroll.

"In the dead of winter, are you crazy, or am I?"

Zhao Fusheng flatly refused Tan Kaixuan's suggestion. What a joke—this wasn't July or August; it was mid-January, with the Spring Festival and winter break just around the corner. Going out for a walk on a night like this would only happen if someone had water in their brain.

At the very least, Zhao Fusheng felt he was clear-headed enough not to do something so boring.

"Hey, look at you," Tan Kaixuan blinked. "The break is coming, and I'm going back to Shanghai for the New Year. Can't you just hang out with me?"

"Ha, do you think I'd believe that?" Zhao Fusheng blinked back, annoyed. "Are you sure you want to hang out with me, and not drag me to a bar?"

He wasn't stupid; he could guess what Tan Kaixuan was up to with just one thought.

But the problem was, that kind of scenario only happened to guys in their early twenties. Zhao Fusheng, with a mental age of several decades, was much more reserved. He had no interest in going to a bar to share life stories with some young girls, nor was he curious about the secrets hidden deep in their hearts. He wasn't like that bastard Tan Kaixuan, who thought about picking up girls all day long.

"That line's not bad, I like it." Tan Kaixuan was startled by Zhao Fusheng's words, then laughed. "Very interesting."

Speechless, Zhao Fusheng looked at him and said, "If you want to go out and have fun, go ahead. I'm not going."

"Don't be like that! You're my wingman. How about this—just come with me, and you can drink there, okay?" Tan Kaixuan quickly grabbed Zhao Fusheng, his face serious.

Half an hour later, two figures walked out of the dormitory.

As he walked, Zhao Fusheng held his phone: "Yeah, I'm going out with Old Tan for a drink. Don't worry, I'll call you when I get back to the dorm."

Hanging up, Zhao Fusheng looked at Tan Kaixuan and said irritably, "Remember, we're back at the dorm before midnight today."

"That's for you, not me." Tan Kaixuan blinked, looking smug.

Zhao Fusheng couldn't be bothered to retort; he walked ahead on his own.

Soon, the two got into a taxi. Zhao Fusheng thought for a moment and said to Tan Kaixuan, "After the Spring Festival, buy yourself a car."

"Buy a car?"

Tan Kaixuan was taken aback, staring at Zhao Fusheng in surprise, clearly not expecting such a suggestion.

Meeting his gaze, Zhao Fusheng shrugged. "We're making money, so why not buy a car? Besides, it doesn't have to be anything fancy—just a mid-range sedan. It'll be convenient for you when you go out for business or whatever."

"True, that would save me from always taking taxis or bumming rides." Tan Kaixuan rubbed his chin, nodding in agreement.

As they chatted, the taxi driver in the front seat coughed dryly.

Until they got out of the car, Zhao Fusheng felt the driver was still staring at their backs.

"See? They probably think we're a couple of crazy braggarts." Zhao Fusheng pointed at the taxi and said to Tan Kaixuan.

Tan Kaixuan looked baffled. "Is it my fault? You started it."

Zhao Fusheng chuckled and said nothing more.

In the driver's eyes, it was probably just the ramblings of two young men. After all, he and Tan Kaixuan looked like college students still dependent on their parents, and here they were going out to a bar at night—clearly not doing anything productive.

Zhao Fusheng didn't mind. 'The land of warmth and tenderness is a hero's grave'—that saying held some truth. But men in this world were all creatures of mouth-denial and body-honesty. On the surface, they despised those who spent their days surrounded by women and makeup, but deep down, they often wished they could take their place, eager to become the new Jia Baoyu.

He himself didn't have many thoughts on the matter. As for Tan Kaixuan, he hoped the guy could distinguish priorities and not let women get in the way of important things.

After all, they were still young; they couldn't live like ascetics. If that were the case, all their hard work would lose its meaning.

Enjoy life to the fullest while you can; don't let the golden cup face the moon empty.

Zhao Fusheng understood that principle well.

Tan Kaixuan was a regular at the bar. The waiter was delighted to see him and quickly led them to a good booth.

"What do you want to drink?" Tan Kaixuan asked Zhao Fusheng.

"Chivas," Zhao Fusheng said after a moment's thought.

He actually wanted to drink beer, but after thinking it over, the beer at bars came in small bottles. Drinking one after another would be a pain, so it was better to order two bottles of foreign liquor, finish them, and head back to the dorm to sleep.

Although Fan Baobao had explicitly said she didn't mind him going out with Tan Kaixuan, Zhao Fusheng still didn't want her to worry.

"Alright, suit yourself." Tan Kaixuan nodded, called the waiter over, and ordered a set of two bottles of foreign liquor.

As the music started, the dance floor quickly filled with young men and women. Tan Kaixuan couldn't control himself either. After trying to drag Zhao Fusheng a few times and being refused, he went off to dance by himself.

Zhao Fusheng didn't mind. He stayed at his seat, watching the swaying crowd on the dance floor.

Soon, Tan Kaixuan returned to the booth with a few people.

It couldn't be helped—in a place like this, as long as you clicked, even strangers could quickly become friends. Whether they'd still recognize each other the next morning was anyone's guess.

As the saying goes, you have stories and I have wine; let's take a walk to Home Inn or Hanting.

When men and women get together, there's always comparison. Men's methods are straightforward—they compare income and background, or even size when they go to the restroom. Women's confrontations are more subtle and intense; in comparison, men are just too childish.

"My name is Zhao Kai, and this is my buddy Tan Fusheng." Tan Kaixuan, never one to tell the truth, smiled at the four girls in front of him.

They had just introduced themselves; these girls were students from a nearby nursing school, out to relax after their final exams.

The two girls sitting next to Tan Kaixuan were named Zheng Xue and Wang Dan. Both had long flowing hair and fair skin, and most importantly, they carried weapons that could knock someone out.

As for the two sitting next to Zhao Fusheng, he hadn't even caught their names, because at that moment, he was texting Jiang Wen about the movie.

"Zhao Kai, do you believe in love at first sight?" Zheng Xue leaned against Tan Kaixuan, her pair of melons unconsciously rubbing against his arm, sending his mind wandering.

"Love at first sight? Ha, when a man says love at first sight, it's just lust at first sight." Tan Kaixuan said bluntly. He never believed in such vague things. In his view, feelings were nothing more than mutual consent to clap for love.

"What about love that grows over time?" Zheng Xue pressed.

It wasn't her first time seeing Tan Kaixuan. Every time he came, he brought a crowd of friends and spent a lot. As a girl who frequented bars, she knew he was a rich mark.

Now that she finally had a chance to sit with him, she had to seize the opportunity.

"Love that grows over time? Ha, that's just a decision made after weighing pros and cons." But Tan Kaixuan had no romantic bone in his body. Under the influence of Zhao Fusheng's poisonous chicken soup, the romantic cells in his bones had long since vanished without a trace.

"Haha, you're so funny..."

All the girls laughed, clearly impressed by Tan Kaixuan's words.

Tan Kaixuan shrugged. He had picked up all this from Zhao Fusheng. He didn't know where the guy got so many witty remarks, but they sure sounded interesting.

"Why doesn't your friend talk?" Seeing Zhao Fusheng silent, playing with his phone, Zheng Xue asked curiously.

"He likes peace and quiet. He's just here to keep me company today." Tan Kaixuan knew Zhao Fusheng had no interest in these cheap girls, so he said directly.

After all, Fan Baobao's looks far surpassed these girls. Even though she came with a pair of A-cups, which was a bit awkward, in this face-obsessed world, she still completely crushed these people.

"Ohhh..." The girls exchanged glances and immediately lost interest in Zhao Fusheng.

No one is born a max-level character. Without sincerely dating a few scumbags, it's hard for a woman to understand what kind of man she really wants. So in the eyes of girls like Zheng Xue, rather than treading carefully in relationships, it's better to enjoy life happily while still young, even if it means getting hurt. It's like getting a vaccine—the earlier the shot, the earlier the antibodies.

Besides, if she happened to land a wealthy husband, she wouldn't have to worry about food or clothing for the rest of her life.

The group was lively and boisterous, soon running off to the dance floor to fool around again. Zhao Fusheng sat alone, occasionally checking his phone or taking a sip from the glass in front of him, as detached as a passerby.

For him, sitting here was only because Tan Kaixuan had asked him to. As for the atmosphere, Zhao Fusheng really couldn't get into it. Maybe it was because he was older, or maybe because he was more mature.