Chapter 411 - 263: Too Many Girls Like Me

Chapter 411: Chapter 263: Too Many Girls Like Me

"Damn! You rich people really live the life."

"Ugh, I’m done talking to you."

"Alright, alright, next! Come at me!"

She let out a long plume of smoke and cursed with a laugh. She had no desire to chat anymore; she just wanted to drink.

There was really nothing to talk about with a rich guy like him.

’So annoying.’

Lin Chu saw a fleeting melancholy in her eyes.

’Perhaps...’

’Shaking dice is her most impressive skill.’

But after the pleasure of alcohol and games faded, she would wake up tomorrow morning and have to throw herself back into the harsh reality of life.

Linlin turned to the side and started a new round of dice with the next person.

Lin Chu sipped his beer slowly, watching her spectacular performance. She rolled another set of triples, then intentionally threw the next round—perhaps to mislead her opponent—before immediately rolling triples again on the third try.

’Impressive.’

’In this field, you could call her a top-tier talent.’

After finishing two bottles of beer, Lin Chu stood up and headed to the restroom to relieve himself.

"Had a little too much?"

Zhou Xiao was still behind him and reached out to steady him, smiling with narrowed eyes.

Lin Chu waved a hand. "I’m fine, just going to the restroom."

He glanced around. The tables were a scene of utter pandemonium.

Men and women.

Barbecue and alcohol.

Under the orange lights, cigarette smoke curled upwards in a decadent haze.

Lin Chu felt a particularly strong sense of dissonance. ’How did I end up here?’

And yet, there was also a strange sense of familiarity.

Scenes like this weren’t uncommon back when he had a regular job.

’And also...’

’This is what traveling is all about.’

’This is truly traveling.’

After returning from the restroom, Lin Chu went to the owner. It was almost midnight, and his was the only group of customers left at the stall.

He offered the owner a cigarette with a smile.

"Boss, how much is the bill?"

Taking the cigarette, the owner chuckled. "Someone’s already paid."

"Huh?"

"Who?"

The owner’s gaze swept over the crowd before pointing to a particularly gaunt middle-aged man. "That one, with the glasses and the blue shirt. He paid three thousand in advance, said to settle the difference later. Don’t worry about it, just go have fun."

Lin Chu glanced over, surprised, then shook his head with a small smile.

’This is...’

’Pretty interesting.’

The man who paid the bill looked to be in his forties. He was very thin, almost skin and bones, with messy hair and a touch of gray at his temples.

He looked just like a middle-aged man shouldering heavy burdens, with elders to support and children to raise.

But who would have thought he’d be so generous, quietly paying the tab for the entire place.

As if noticing Lin Chu’s gaze, the man in glasses raised his glass toward him with a casual smile.

Lin Chu nodded and walked over to him.

He passed by his previous table.

"Brother Chu, want to have a couple more drinks?"

Qin Weiliang, his face flushed red, grabbed Lin Chu’s arm and asked, looking up with a grin.

He was having a blast, jabbering away in the local dialect with a group of people about topics Lin Chu couldn’t understand.

In any case, he was tonight’s biggest winner.

"You guys go ahead. I’m going over there to propose a toast."

Lin Chu patted his hand and walked toward the man in glasses, immensely curious about his motive for paying the bill.

’Of course...’

’It’s also possible that this is a ploy, targeted specifically at me.’

’The goal would be to cash in on this favor and seek some kind of ’great opportunity’ from me.’

But from the man’s expression and the look in his eyes, Lin Chu didn’t think that was likely.

He was sitting there alone, holding a beer bottle. He wasn’t drinking with anyone or playing dice, giving off a distinct air of standing apart from the world.

"Hello there, my friend."

Lin Chu sat down next to him and offered a cigarette.

The man waved his hand in refusal. "Thanks, but I don’t smoke."

"Hmm? You don’t sound like a local..."

Lin Chu asked with a smile, having detected a Cantonese-like accent in his speech.

"I’m from Yang City."

"I happened to see your livestream and decided to drop by."

His gentle and refined demeanor made Lin Chu develop a quiet liking for him.

Lin Chu probed, "It’s one thing to drop by, but you really didn’t have to pay my bill. That’s too generous."

The man didn’t explain, simply picking up his beer bottle.

Lin Chu opened a new bottle and casually clinked it against his.

"It’s nothing. You go have fun. I’m just sitting here for a bit, I’ll be leaving soon. As for the bill, don’t worry about it. I just felt like it. The atmosphere here is nice, and it wasn’t much money anyway."

He said with a casual smile.

Hearing him say that, Lin Chu’s curiosity only grew stronger.

"Where are you headed next?"

"To... the Tibetan Area."

He seemed a bit reluctant to answer, hesitating for a moment before speaking.

Lin Chu nodded. After a moment of thought, he took the initiative to ask, "I don’t mean to offend, but I get the feeling that something’s not right with you. Did something happen? We may be strangers who just met, but if you’ve got a story, I’ve got the beer. Of course, if you don’t want to talk about it, then forget I asked."

As he spoke, Lin Chu suddenly heard his phone’s ringtone go off.

It was a call from Liu Junfeng.

He glanced at it and declined the call.

’I’ll deal with it later.’

’I’m talking with this man right now.’

"Ha... Nothing special. I’m going to purify my soul, and if possible, climb Mount Everest."

He gave a noncommittal smile.

Lin Chu sized up his physique. He was tall enough, but he was far too thin.

’Climb Mount Everest with that frame?’

’It looks like a strong gust of wind could knock him over.’

’I’ve never even considered doing something like that myself.’

’After all, deep down, I have too much reverence for nature.’

’Besides, it sounds like pure suffering.’

’If I ended up "falling" up there, it would be a loss that’s not worth the risk.’

"It’s good to have a dream. I wish you success."

"Hey, let’s add each other on WeChat."

Lin Chu took out his phone.

The man smiled, took out his own phone, and added him.

Glancing at the man’s profile picture and nickname, Lin Chu’s heart skipped a beat.

His name was Yang Cheng. His profile picture was a professional headshot of him in a suit and tie, looking every bit the elite professional. Compared to his current appearance, it was a completely different style, like the difference between heaven and earth.