"Guys, should we hit up Artificial Body tonight?"
As the meal drew to a close, Luofeng put down his chopsticks and looked at Chen Dali and Lin Xiaoyun.
Luofeng continued, "This mutton hotpot is really good, thanks for suggesting it. As for tonight’s fun, leave that to me. I’ve heard so much about Artificial Body’s reputation, and I’ve got to check it out."
Seeing this, Lin Xiaoyun said mischievously, "My dear brother, are you trying to check out their package deals over there?"
"Right, the shenglongtao, but not in the way you’re thinking," Luofeng replied seriously.
"Hahaha!" Chen Dali burst into laughter. "Alright then, we’ll go to Artificial Body tonight. Which bar are you planning to hit up?"
As for the bars in Capital City named Workers Stadium, it might be due to their proximity to the actual Workers Stadium or perhaps as a tribute to this landmark.
"I’ve never been to a bar before, not even in Shanghai, so I don’t know which ones are fun. Do you guys have any recommendations?" Luofeng asked.
"If you’ve never been before, I recommend Mr. Thirteen’s. It’s the most famous long-standing bar around and has been a benchmark in Capital City ever since it opened," Lin Xiaoyun said with a sly smile, "and there’s always a variety of awesome performances every day."
Of course, Luofeng claimed he had never been to a bar, but neither of them believed him.
And Luofeng? Why admit to a dark past? Those were all the original owner of the body’s fault, after all.
The only time Luofeng had been to anything like a bar was when he took Su Meiji for a drink. Of course, such a place couldn’t really be considered a true bar—it was more like a soda shop.
"But, if we’re going to a bar, don’t you think just the three of us is a bit lonely?" Luofeng suddenly said.
Chen Dali wasn’t sure what Luofeng meant and asked straightforwardly, "Little bro, what are you getting at?"
Lin Xiaoyun blurted out, "Don’t worry, Brother Feng, bars always have a vibe team and a sales team; beauties galore... no, I mean plenty... When the three of us go in, we’ll definitely be the coolest guys there."
Luofeng shook his head. "I’m just going to have a look; I don’t want to get involved with those gimmicks. Just wait a minute, I’ll ask the Ferrari salesperson who gave me the car if she’ll come. Since she already gave me the car, it shouldn’t be hard to ask her out, right?" Luofeng finished with a chuckle.
"Hahaha, smart move!" Lin Xiaoyun laughed. "My dear brother, and you still say you don’t know kung fu?" He’s a true martial arts master!
Luofeng ignored him and sent a message to Duanmu Yunji, asking if she wanted to go to Mr. Thirteen’s and making it clear it was just for a casual drink.
Duanmu Yunji quickly replied, "Sure! As a small-time salesperson, I naturally don’t have the right to refuse the summons of a Big Tycoon."
Luofeng’s timing had been perfect. Besides, thanks to Luofeng buying the car today, she’d made a substantial commission. Of course, she wanted to celebrate.
"Um, miss, just wondering, how did you end up being a Ferrari salesperson?" Luofeng asked curiously. It was pretty much the same as being a car model, anyway.
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