Chapter 52: An Unselectable Opponent! (Request Follows, Request Monthly Votes)

Where's the Great Immortal?

The Great Immortal?

"Oh oh, you mean Bai Liang—'Great Immortal' is his nickname," Lin Gexin explained.

He came in, found a booth, but didn't spot Bai Liang's figure—just found it odd.

At that moment, Wang Sicong pointed ahead, his tone strange: "This guy's DJing over there."

No way!

He looked up—and sure enough.

On the DJ platform in front of the bar's dance floor, the handsome guy shaking his head and swaying with serious flair—wasn't that Bai Liang?

Good good good! You really know how to have fun, Great Immortal!

Lin Gexin felt his DJ soul awaken—he absolutely had to go over and party with him; dancing alone just couldn't compare to dancing with the whole crowd!

Just as he was about to form a "DJ Brothers" duo, Wang Sicong stopped him: "You said he's an actor, but why can't I find his Weibo? I wanted to follow him to boost his followers."

"Oh, right... I don't know either."

"You don't know? What the hell are you 'oh'ing for?!" Wang Sicong cursed.

Lin Gexin spread his hands: "Then ask him yourself."

"Ask me what?" Bai Liang, just returning, chimed in.

"What's that piece of paper in your hand?" Lin Gexin asked curiously, eyeing it.

"The contact info of that DJ with the great body—if you like it, it's yours."

"No wonder it's you... wherever you go, you hit on someone."

Lin Gexin felt his ID "Nine Hundred Million Girls' Dream" might truly be in jeopardy—this guy Bai Liang was just too ruthless.

"How'd you do it?" Wang Sicong clearly found this topic fascinating and issued a "PK" challenge.

"How do you usually hit on girls?"

"Hi, I'm Wang Sicong."

"Oh~ Right, introducing yourself first is polite—I didn't even say my name just now," Bai Liang mused.

"Then what did you say?"

"I didn't say anything."

Fuck!

They skipped the topic entirely—Young Master Wang hadn't realized yet that someday he'd be nailed to the shame pole for his pick-up lines, mocked endlessly for his cringe-worthy romantic clichés.

"What's your Weibo username? I searched 'Bai Liang' and it's not you."

Weibo?

Bai Liang pulled out his phone, opened Weibo—he did have an account, and followed some people.

But he'd never posted anything—purely a blank account.

As for followers? Six.

All of them were porn sellers.

Seeing Bai Liang's homepage—its ID a string of gibberish—Wang Sicong gave up. Again, this guy plays by no rules.

Could this guy really be an actor?

Even those obscure, unknown actors he'd once roasted online had hundreds of thousands of followers.

Suddenly, he realized—if he ever wanted to roast Bai Liang online, he couldn't even @ him?

What an unselectable opponent!

Young Master Wang, who'd been raging against the entertainment industry since his "debut," imagined briefly: if his opponent were someone like Bai Liang, he'd probably just get himself angry while yelling.

"Excuse me for a moment—you guys have fun, I just saw someone I know waving at me."

Bai Liang patted Wang Sicong's shoulder and walked toward the other side of the bar.

"Another girl? Great Immortal's luck with women is truly amazing!" Lin Gexin sighed.

But then he saw Bai Liang go over, clink glasses with a skinny guy, and sit down to chat.

Fuck...

Wang Sicong muttered under his breath.

Lin Gexin gave him a sidelong glance: "What's wrong?"

"That guy is Zhang Chaoyang from Sohu," Wang Sicong said strangely—mainly because he'd sued Sohu Entertainment last year, so he and Zhang Chaoyang were basically "enemies."

"Who?!"

Lin Gexin had heard clearly—but he couldn't help asking again.

What had he told Bai Liang before?

Oh right—he'd said: "Let me introduce you to a powerful 'big brother'—don't say I don't hook you up with connections."

Now, looking back, the words felt embarrassingly absurd.

People like Zhang Chaoyang, active and prominent internet celebrities, knew many entertainers.

But given Bai Liang's "identity," Lin Gexin instinctively felt Bai Liang's connection with him couldn't possibly be just "knowing" someone.

Human relationships are complicated.

Sometimes the same words carry different meanings depending on one's perceived status.

For example:

When you're rich, helping someone is helping someone; praising someone is praise.

When you're poor, helping someone is brown-nosing; praising someone is flattery.

The definition depends almost entirely on whether you're "strong" or not.

Normally, Bai Liang, a minor actor, going out for drinks with someone like Zhang Chaoyang, a big shot, was like groveling for connections and flattery.

Put bluntly, it was sycophancy.

But now Lin Genxin and the others didn't think that at all, because they had greatly elevated Bai Liang's "status" in their minds.

Even Wang Sicong thought the same; after Bai Liang returned a while later, he feigned casualness and asked, "You know Zhang Chaoyang too, huh~?"

"Kind of. He's kind of fun."

"Fun?"

"Yeah… to be precise, he's stubborn—he's got a young mindset."

That really was young!

At fifty years old, he was still hugging pretty girls in a bar, laughing heartily—his mindset was way too young.

At that moment, Bai Liang added, "He said the bill for our table is on him."

This made Wang Sicong unhappy; he instinctively wanted to say, "Does he have more money than me?"

But after thinking it over, if you set aside his father as a factor, Zhang Chaoyang really did have far more money than him.

A dying camel is still much bigger than a foal that hasn't grown yet.

But even if you don't steam buns, you still want the steam—Wang Sicong still said, "I'll go find the bar staff. I'll pay for his table. Tell him it's your treat."

Bai Liang:??

What's this got to do with me?

Besides, the pay he earned from his roles? If he really had to pay, it might not even cover it.

Bai Liang was actually quite extravagant with money, but how much he spent always depended entirely on how much he had on him.

The combined pay from three TV dramas was only three hundred thousand, and that was before taxes.

Even though his food and lodging were covered on set, his other expenses hadn't been any less.

He had only about a hundred thousand left.

Ordering a few more expensive bottles of wine could easily wipe it all out.

When Zhang Chaoyang learned that the bill for his side had been paid by "Bai Liang," he didn't know what to say.

Originally, their relationship was just "running buddies"; now, for this young guy to spend so much…

It made him wonder: was it because Bai Liang had lapped him too many times while running, and was worried about "hurting" him, so he was treating him to drinks to make amends?

Entrepreneurs of their generation still had a strong sense of martial camaraderie—for example, that CEO Lei had even challenged Zhou Hongyi to a fight.

So… should he find a chance to return the favor?

Or, in another way.

A new month has arrived! I'm sure all the brothers' monthly votes have refreshed, right~?

Hehe, requesting monthly votes!

No empty words—tomorrow, four updates, ten thousand words! Extra updates! Heavy extra updates!

Let me say this again: next week is a crucial time for He Ma.

Everyone knows about the Monday push for Sanjiang.

But this time, He Ma has a dream—he wants to aim for the Little Trumpet!

So I hope the big bosses who've added the book will help follow along next week. Thank you!