Chapter 164: Who is Wang Li Dui? Step forward if you dare!
Writing away, writing away.
Bai Qingming had no idea how many lucky bags he had unpacked.
As long as the note was left by a male participant, he wrote a response to every single one of them.
In short, the more Bai Qingming wrote, the happier and more refreshed he felt, to the point where he couldn't help humming a little tune.
It wasn't until he casually unpacked the last remaining notes—which were exclusively left by young women—that Bai Qingming finally stopped.
At that moment, Old Wang sidled up beside him.
"Brother, what’s making you smile so happily?"
Old Wang had been observing Bai Qingming for quite a while.
Ever since they had met, this was the first time he had ever seen such a brilliant smile on Bai Qingming's face, and it hadn't stopped even for a second.
Therefore, Old Wang was filled with curiosity and couldn't help coming over to inquire.
"It's nothing, I just remembered something happy. By the way, Brother Wang, how many lucky bags left by young ladies did you unpack?"
Bai Qingming managed to suppress his smile with great effort and asked with a straight face.
"Haha, I unpacked a dozen or so. What about you, brother?"
Old Wang asked in return.
Bai Qingming thought for a moment. "I'm not sure how many, but there should be forty or fifty."
Hearing this, Old Wang was slightly startled.
"I didn't expect you to be even fiercer than me, brother."
After this exclamation of amazement, Old Wang seemed to recall something else and leaned in close to Bai Qingming.
Glancing around to make sure no one was paying attention to them, Old Wang quickly fished something out of his pocket and shoved it into Bai Qingming's hand.
Durex, ultra-thin, pack of three!
When Bai Qingming saw what it was, he froze.
He heard Old Wang whisper:
"Brother, when you're out and about, you must pay attention to hygiene. I've heard that those female celebrities and the like have very chaotic private lives, and there's no telling if they might carry contagious diseases. Put this on, just in case."
Upon hearing this, Bai Qingming didn't know what to say for a moment, and could only look at Old Wang with a strange gaze.
"Brother, why are you looking at me like that? Don't misunderstand, I'm a decent person."
Bai Qingming was left speechless.
I'd believe a ghost before I believe you.
What decent person carries this kind of thing around with them!
"You keep it for yourself."
Bai Qingming handed the item back to Old Wang.
Then, thinking it didn't quite sound right, he added another sentence.
"One is not enough for me; I'd need at least a dozen to start with."
Old Wang: "Ah, this..."
Unintentional flexing is the most lethal!
"Let's go, let's get something to eat."
Having been busy for so long, Bai Qingming was a little hungry, so he suggested.
Old Wang readily agreed.
In the grand hall, a long row of tables draped with white cloths held all kinds of food.
Fruits, cakes, and red wine were available in abundance.
Picking up a glass of red wine at random, Bai Qingming swirled the glass and took a gentle sip.
Although he couldn't taste anything special, his aura of sophistication was off the charts.
Old Wang held a plate, putting one piece of everything on it. Halfway through loading his plate, he suddenly stopped.
"Brother, I don't know if it's my imagination, but I keep feeling like this table is shaking."
Hearing this, Bai Qingming also placed his hand on the table and felt it quietly.
"Huh, it really is."
Bai Qingming could feel that the table was indeed shaking.
Out of curiosity, he crouched down, lifted the white tablecloth with a sense of inquisitiveness, and wanted to see what was under the table.
The white cloth was lifted.
Bai Qingming saw two people.
A man and a woman. The man was wearing a mask, while the woman was dressed in a waitress's uniform, her face uncovered, looking very youthful and radiating the aura of youth.
She was holding up her mobile phone to record a video.
A blind guess suggested that a male member attending the singles mixer had hooked up with a female staff member of the venue.
It was possible the man had paid money, or perhaps the woman had done so voluntarily.
The moment Bai Qingming lifted the white cloth, he locked eyes directly with the two of them.
The waitress panicked and tried to stand up, but finding her mobility restricted, she had no choice but to cover her face with her hands.
In a public place, underneath the table.
This was far too bold.
"Sorry to disturb."
Bai Qingming silently put the white cloth back down, once again blocking the two of them from view.
He had seen nothing at all.
...
Holding his wine glass, Bai Qingming and Old Wang found a spot to sit down.
However, not long after they sat down, the music playing halfway through in the hall suddenly stopped.
"All of you motherfuckers stop playing!"
Someone shouted at the top of their lungs right in the middle of the hall.
Bai Qingming instantly recognized this as Wang Sicong's voice. He seemed furious and was losing his temper.
As his voice faded away.
Everyone attending the mixer stopped whatever they were doing and looked toward Wang Sicong.
"Brother, my right eyelid suddenly started twitching. What do you think is going on?"
Old Wang spoke up.
For some reason, he felt a baseless sense of unease and panic, as if something bad was about to happen.
Prompted by Old Wang's words, Bai Qingming inexplicably developed the exact same feeling.
On the other side.
"Are you out of your mind? What are you yelling blindly for?"
Faced with Wang Sicong, someone complained in a disgruntled tone.
Who present wasn't a member of the upper class?
A perfectly fine mixer had been disrupted just like that, and everyone was deeply unhappy.
"I am yelling, so what?"
Wang Sicong ripped off his mask and threw it on the ground, revealing his true identity.
For a moment, nobody had any objections; even if they had any, they didn't dare show it and simply had to endure.
Although everyone here was a person of status, and there were quite a few rich second-generation heirs among them, they still fell quite short compared to Wang Sicong.
"Principal Wang, please, what on earth has happened?"
Someone stepped forward to ask.
Those familiar with Wang Sicong knew that although he liked playing around with internet celebrities, his personality was actually quite decent.
For him to be this angry meant that a major incident must have occurred during the mixer event.
Hearing this, Wang Sicong grew even more furious and immediately brandished the lucky bag and note in his hand.
The moment he saw the lucky bag in Wang Sicong's hand, Bai Qingming instinctively sensed that something was amiss.
He seemed to have guessed the reason behind Wang Sicong's meltdown.
By this time, Wang Sicong had already begun showing the text on the note to everyone.
The slip of paper clearly read:
[I look like a celebrity, guess who I look like?]
[I think you look like a blockhead! —— Wang Liju.]
In an instant, everyone understood why Wang Sicong was so furious.
"Who is Wang Liju? Do you dare to stand up!"
Glancing around the entire venue, Wang Sicong roared angrily.
Hearing his own name, Old Wang trembled all over.
There was a large pile of food spread out in front of him, but in a split second, Old Wang lost all his appetite.
Similarly, Bai Qingming felt a bit guilty.
Sure enough, he had guessed it right.
Wang Sicong was this angry precisely because he had discovered the note he had written.
"Why is nobody speaking?"
Wang Sicong spoke again.
Others in the hall began whispering and discussing among themselves.
"Who is Wang Liju?"
"Never heard of him."
"Never heard that name before."
Everyone indicated that they had no idea who Wang Liju was.
"You dare to write it, but don't dare to admit it?"
Hearing Wang Sicong say this.
Bai Qingming felt a bit faint at heart and didn't dare to look at Wang Sicong at all.
Who would have thought that the latter would notice him instead?
Right under everyone's gaze.
Wang Sicong walked up to Bai Qingming and slowly asked:
"Brother, do you know who Wang Liju is?"