Chapter 3

The car drove directly into the underground garage, and it seemed too late to run now.

A group of people followed Old Zhou into the elevator, arrived at the fourth floor, and as they continued walking down the hallway, Huang Jingyu pulled on Bai Liang, who was looking around calmly.

"How can you be so laid back? Something's not right here!"

"Huh? What's not right?"

"Old Zhou probably brought us here to be gigolos... Are you willing to do this kind of work?"

Bai Liang was stunned for a moment, then slapped his palm with his fist, "We should have told Xiao Liu; he's been doing this part-time recently, it's a perfect match for his skills!"

Xiao Liu was another roommate of Bai Liang and Huang Jingyu.

Recently, he had been sleeping during the day and going out at night, and they basically hadn't seen him much.

It was no surprise that he had gone to work in the nightlife scene.

So Bai Liang's comment about it being a perfect match for his skills was indeed spot on.

But Huang Jingyu thought he was a bit crazy!

Dude, is your brain circuit really that unique? Aren't you afraid that there will be a few semi-retired "Tiger tanks" sitting in the private room later?!

Brother, why don't you avoid it?

Bai Liang: Because I'm not afraid.

Considering his own luck and economic situation, Bai Liang even suspected there might be a super wealthy socialite inside, and she would be shoving delicious "soft rice" into his mouth later.

Who told him he was short on money right now?

Huang Jingyu ultimately didn't find a chance to run away; the model agent Old Zhou stood in the hallway, watching them enter the super-large VIP room one by one.

However, the situation after entering wasn't as serious as imagined.

At least they weren't made to line up and bow, shouting "Good evening, boss."

The interior of the room had been decorated a bit; someone must have been having a birthday today.

Before they arrived, there were only three middle-aged women in the room.

Although they weren't the semi-retired "Tiger tanks" he had imagined, their looks and figures couldn't be called "old Bentleys" either; at most, they were well-maintained and had a bit of class.

Under Old Zhou's introduction, everyone found their own seats.

Those who were bolder and didn't want to struggle sat closer to the ladies; those who just wanted to collect the eight-hundred-yuan appearance fee hid in the corner.

Before Huang Jingyu could find a suitable spot, he realized Bai Liang had already sat down.

He was even holding one of those props found in KTVs that makes a rustling sound when shaken, already cheering for the lady who was singing.

Good lad, a professional atmosphere-setter, huh?

It's a pity he's not a gigolo.

Huang Jingyu quickly sat next to him, waiting to endure the work duration for tonight.

This eight hundred yuan was really not easy to earn.

Then he saw Bai Liang already naturally starting to devour the fruit platter.

"Aren't you eating? It's actually quite fresh." Bai Liang invited him to join the fruit platter feast.

"You... forget it, I'll have some too."

Can't deny it, the watermelon was really sweet!

Bai Liang's mentality of "sleeping wherever you fall" was actually quite infectious.

Before long, Huang Jingyu had almost forgotten the current situation, and the two of them even started on a second fruit platter.

"These two young men can really eat, huh!"

Huang Jingyu, with his mouth still stuffed with watermelon, froze, his neck turning slightly with some numbness.

The person had just said that using the microphone, and the sound was super loud.

Public execution!

He was numb, so the last piece of watermelon from the second platter was successfully taken by Bai Liang!

Sneak attack!

When guys eat like this, grabbing food, it seems to make them have a better appetite. Bai Liang indicated that with a partner like Huang Jingyu to feast with, his appetite had truly increased.

As for the middle-aged woman who had just pointed them out, she didn't continue to make things difficult; it seemed it was just a bit of teasing.

But Huang Jingyu didn't dare to eat anymore; this had already attracted attention.

As a result, Bai Liang seemed to have set his sights on the snacks on the table again.

Fortunately, he didn't go insane and set his sights on the unopened birthday cake.

They really hadn't eaten dinner before coming because they had originally thought there would be work involving posing for photos.

As a result, their stomachs were now growling with hunger.

But Huang Jingyu really couldn't imagine Bai Liang being so bold as to keep eating after being called out.

At this time, a colleague got up to go to the restroom, and while the other person was moving, Bai Liang suddenly patted Huang Jingyu, "Let's go, let's go to the restroom!"

"I don't feel the urge yet..."

"Let's go out and catch some air."

"Let's go!"

After leaving the room, Bai Liang, who had just been relaxed and gentle, suddenly lowered his voice, "Go and take care of that guy who came out before us!"

Huang Jingyu: ???

"Huh?"

"Don't you want to debut as a star? That guy just used his phone to secretly take photos in the room. I saw the camera range, and it seems we were captured... You wouldn't want to be slandered for having worked as a gigolo after you become a star, right?"

One sentence, and Huang Jingyu was instantly fired up!

There was one thing he actually hadn't told Bai Liang.

The reason he had suddenly become interested in the entertainment industry recently was that a friend had introduced him to audition for a film crew in Beijing next month.

That drama was still in the preparation stage, but Huang Jingyu's photos and resume had already been seen by them, and he heard the original author and screenwriter were very satisfied with him...

Of course, he wouldn't tell Bai Liang these things; their relationship hadn't been that good before.

But now... the feeling that someone cares about your affairs, even if it's just a casual mention, was quite moving.

Huang Jingyu: I really deserve to die!

"Go quickly, your Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu has finally come in handy, give him a 'strong man locks man'!" Bai Liang was eager to try, seemingly very interested in the scene to come.

Facts proved that the Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu Huang Jingyu practiced really had some substance.

With intent against no intent, he really did take that guy down in one move.

The most critical thing was, he only subdued him, didn't hurt him.

And the clever Bai Liang naturally went to find Old Zhou; that guy's phone had a password, and he couldn't do anything illegal.

"You two did a good job on this!"

In an empty room, the model agent Old Zhou patted Bai Liang on the shoulder with great appreciation after seeing the photos on that guy's phone.

By the way, he glared fiercely at the guy who had been secretly taking photos!

Damn it, play is play, fun is fun, don't take photos in entertainment venues!

If this matter got out, how would he, Old Zhou, continue to mix in the modeling circle? How would he continue to organize events?

"You two don't go around talking nonsense. Here, I'll give you a five-thousand-yuan red envelope... Later, I'll introduce you to Sister Yang; she's a well-known agent in the entertainment industry. If she takes a liking to you, who knows, you might soar to the sky!"

This was hush money.

Soaring to the sky and such, adults understand what that means; it's just painting a pie.

However, Bai Liang, who had come to tip them off but was a step late, scratched his head a bit embarrassedly, "Brother Zhou, what was said before receiving the money, that can't count as talking nonsense, right? You should prepare yourself."

Old Zhou: ???

Prepare? Prepare what?

Tap~ tap~ tap~

At this moment, the sound of high heels hitting the floor could already be heard in the hallway!

Damn you, you old fox!

Then he saw the main guest of today's event, which was the protagonist of the birthday party.

There was one thing Old Zhou hadn't lied to Bai Liang and the others about; this Sister Yang was indeed a well-known agent in the entertainment industry, and she had even managed Zhang Ziyi.

"Ding-dong~"

Bai Liang received the WeChat transfer of five thousand yuan and didn't forget to split two thousand five with Huang Jingyu.

At the same time, he looked at Old Zhou with an innocent face, also very politely: "Thank you."

So someone really did send money today~