Chapter 15: Trouble at the Nightclub

It is already eleven o'clock at night, but Chen Jiajun has not gone back and is still staying in the nightclub.

He found an empty seat in the nightclub, smoking the high-end cigar he swiped from A Dan last time, drinking whiskey, and pondering his next move.

Just then, Chen Jiajun's brow furrowed; he vaguely heard the sound of an argument, and looking over, it seemed to be a few men and a few women.

He stood up, intending to go see what was the matter.

……

Ten minutes ago.

Guan Jiahui was in a booth, chatting with fellow Rediffusion Television stars Zhang Guorong, host Zhong Baoluo, and Ni Shibei.

She was born in '62, and this year she is not yet eighteen years old.

Because both her parents were big stars, she had just debuted when she teamed up with Zhang Guorong and Zhong Baoluo to co-star in a television drama.

After filming, everyone decided to come to the bar to relax and foster their friendship.

Not yet eighteen, Guan Jiahui looked like a peerless beauty who had stepped out of a classical painting.

Most of the time, she sat in the booth, obediently drinking her beverage; even when Zhang Guorong invited her to dance, she refused.

"Hey, Huihui, since we're out having fun, just relax a little!"

"Gege and Paul are asking you to dance and you won't go; Paul will be very sad."

Ni Shibei sat down next to Guan Jiahui's shoulder, blowing hot air into her ear; tonight's outing was specifically arranged for Zhong Baoluo and Guan Jiahui.

"Oh, I'm still young, I don't want to date."

"You tell Paul for me in private that he is a very good person, but let's just be friends."

Guan Jiahui's name contained the character for 'wisdom', and she was naturally incredibly bright; she could naturally see that Paul was interested in her.

Guan Jiahui's looks were nearly perfect, scoring at least 98 points.

While Ni Shibei's looks were not as good as Guan Jiahui's, she still had 90 points.

It was precisely this eight-point gap that caused the eyes of those men to always land on her whenever they were together with Guan Jiahui.

Coming to the bar today, Ni Shibei also held the intention of finding a handsome man; just as she was scanning the nightclub in boredom, Ni Shibei's eyes suddenly lit up!

"Jiahui! Look quickly!"

"What is it?"

"Over there, that one smoking a cigar, he looks so handsome!"

Following Ni Shibei's finger, Guan Jiahui saw the handsome man she spoke of at a glance.

He was indeed very handsome, and possessed a great deal of charm.

In this early spring in Hong Kong, the man was wearing a hoodie, sitting alone in a booth, with his hair slicked back, smoking a cigar; he was dashing and elegant, his whole person exuding a hint of mystery.

The nightclub staff would come over from time to time to refill his drink.

Guan Jiahui's heart skipped a beat for a moment, because for her, a young, handsome boy with such a world-weary temperament was truly very attractive.

Ni Shibei immediately picked up her wine glass, stood up, and said: "I've got my eye on him! In a while, you and Brother Paul and the others go back first; I shouldn't be going back tonight."

For some reason, there was a faint sense of loss in Guan Jiahui's heart.

Ni Shibei was holding her wine, about to go find Chen Jiajun, but she had only walked a few steps when a pair of large hands pressed her heavily back onto the booth.

Caught off guard, an entire glass of wine spilled onto her dress!

Ni Shibei immediately cursed loudly: "Hey! Are you out of your mind?"

"Bitch, shut your mouth for me!"

The man stared coldly at the two: "Where is Zhong Baoluo? I'm from Hung Hing!"

Upon hearing these two words, Guan Jiahui was suddenly a bit panicked, but she still bravely shielded Ni Shibei behind her.

"What is it? Who are you?"

Just then, Gege Zhang Guorong saw that something was wrong at the booth and hurried back.

And Zhong Baoluo also stood beside Zhang Guorong, seeing that Shanjie was clearly dressed like a gangster: "Hey, don't you mess around!"

"Mess around? You are Zhong Baoluo? I am Hung Hing's Shanjie; you should know why I've come, right?"

Shanjie pointed at Zhong Baoluo and sneered; at the same time, several Hung Hing thugs also surrounded them.

In an instant, Zhong Baoluo knew exactly what was happening, his eyes full of panic.

As the most promising young host at Rediffusion Television, he had a secret hobby, which was gambling.

Nine out of ten bets are lost!

Therefore, he owed Hung Hing a large sum of money.

Zhong Baoluo spoke subserviently and pointed outside: "Brother Shanjie, can we step outside to talk?"

"Go outside for what? You borrowed money from our company and didn't pay it back; you know how to be embarrassed too! Pay up!" Shanjie triumphantly exposed Zhong Baoluo's embarrassing secret on the spot.

In an instant, the look in Ni Shibei's eyes when she looked at Zhong Baoluo changed; Zhang Guorong was also a bit surprised, and although Guan Jiahui was astonished, she did not show it on her face.

In his past life, Zhong Baoluo, the gold-medal host, died because of the word 'gambling'; burdened by gambling debts, he couldn't get past it and jumped off a building.

At this moment, Zhong Baoluo felt as if he had been stripped naked and thrown out in public; especially in front of his goddess, this made him feel even more ashamed.

"Hmph!"

Shanjie looked around and sneered: "What's wrong, Young Master Zhong? Such a big host, surely you can't even come up with this little bit of money?"

"How much does he owe your company? I'll pay it for him!"

Zhang Guorong stepped forward, standing in front of Zhong Baoluo to defend him.

Shanjie smoked his cigarette, looking at Zhang Guorong arrogantly and triumphantly: "The famous Brother Rong, your friend owes our Hung Hing a full million! With interest, it's a total of 1.3 million. You're going to pay for him? Give me the money!"

1.3 million!

Hearing this number, even Zhang Guorong was given a big shock.

Helping a friend is one thing, but one has to see if one has the ability to do so.

1.3 million is an astronomical figure for stars nowadays; take Fa-gor for example, he's popular enough right now, isn't he?

The Shanghai Bund made him famous all across the land,

but for filming that show, he only received a few thousand dollars in fixed monthly salary; once the movie was finished, his total pay was only 50,000 dollars.

1.3 million is definitely not something a young actor like Zhang Guorong could pull out.

For a moment, Zhang Guorong had no words and fell silent.

"If you don't have the strength, don't talk nonsense! Hey, Young Master Zhong! What do you say?"

Shanjie was full of himself, never expecting he would have this chance to lecture a big star to his face: "At the very least, give me a few tens of thousands so I have something to show for it when I go back, okay? What, you have money to live it up, but no money to pay your debts?"

"I'm asking you a question! Are you mute?"

Shanjie raised his index finger and poked Paul's chest.

"Give me some time, I will definitely pay the money back," Paul said subserviently.

Shanjie said loudly: "What? Speak up, I can't hear you!"

"Shanjige, can you give me some time? I will definitely pay the money back; you also know that I am a very famous host," Paul said, plucking up his courage.

"Go to hell!"

"You think you can just brush me off with a sentence like that?" Shanjie pointed at Paul and cursed him roundly.

Afterwards, he looked at the two great beauties in the booth, his eyes lighting up: "Since you don't have the money to pay, you can also let your two beautiful friends pay for you."

"What do you mean? I'm warning you, don't you dare mess around!" Zhang Guorong immediately blocked the way, but was pulled aside directly by several Hung Hing boys.

Shanjie said with a smile: "Drag them to the brothel to pay off your friend's gambling debts!"

"No!"

"It has nothing to do with me!"

Guan Jiahui, sitting in front of Ni Shibei, was scared pale; she shrank back into the booth while blocking in front of Ni Shibei, trying to protect her.

As for the person involved, Paul, he just stood there frozen in shame, his head buzzing, not knowing what to do.

Just as Shanjie was about to touch Guan Jiahui, a voice rang out.

"What are you doing? Causing trouble here?"

A dashing and handsome figure appeared, shouting a reprimand at Shanjie.

(End of this chapter)