Although his family was a merchant family with some money and was considered well-known in Haicheng, Mr. Zhu San still did not dare to offend them.
At this moment, a foreigner in a neat suit came over, speaking awkward Chinese, and extended his hand to Su Qiao very gentlemanly:
"Hello, Miss Su. My name is John. I'm a fan of yours. I own a record company. Can I buy you a drink and talk to you about producing a record for you?"
Su Qiao pretended not to see his hand and looked at him innocently.
Sister Jin quickly explained: "Mr. John, I'm sorry Miss Su can't see."
“It’s okay. I was rude.”
John shook his head and withdrew his hand apologetically.
"Miss Su, I am sincere and would like to invite you to be a singer of my company. Can you give me some time to have a good talk?"
"Don't worry, I have the financial resources. I not only have record companies here, but also in Country M and Country F. They are both large in scale. With your talent in this field, I will definitely promote you to the international stage and make you an international superstar."
Seeing that he was still polite, Su Qiao thought for a moment and shook his head, "I can't see. There are so many people here and it's noisy. It's easy to bump into things and fall. So let's find a quiet place to talk next time!"
"OK, let's make an appointment. I will definitely find a quiet cafe or western restaurant to meet you then."
John also felt that this was not a good place to have a conversation, so he nodded very straightforwardly without further ado.
Seeing that such a prominent foreigner was rejected, He Bin felt much more relieved and walked back to his seat drunkenly.
When passing by one of the tables, he was tripped by a foot that suddenly stretched out and fell to the ground.
"Who the hell..."
He Bin staggered to his feet and wanted to curse, but just as he opened his mouth, he was interrupted by a cold voice from the side.
"Which dog has the guts to kick my leg?"
Chu Yihan threw the wine glass in his hand directly over and lifted his leg to touch it.
"Mr. Chu?"
Hearing the sound, He Bin, who had just been hit by a cup, couldn't get any more angry.
He quickly bowed his head and went over to brush off the non-existent dust on his trouser legs: "Mr. Chu, I'm sorry, I was drunk, I didn't see it just now, did I kick you?"
"Didn't kick it?"
Chu Yihan's eyes were gloomy, and he pushed him away: "I was sitting here drinking peacefully, and you kicked me. You dare to say you didn't kick me? Are you dead? You don't even feel this."
He Bin was completely confused by the scolding.
It was clearly him who was tripped by his legs just now.
But none of this matters.
It is more important to quickly appease this big Buddha in front of you who is very difficult to mess with.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Chu, let me rub it for you then."
Chu Yihan kicked him away and stared at him with disgust like a wolf: "Get out of here! Do you think you can touch my legs?"
He Bin sobered up all of a sudden.
His heart skipped a beat, wondering if he had offended this gentleman in some way.
"Mr. Chu, I really didn't see it. How about this, Mr. Chu, I'll pay for tonight's expenses. It's my apology to you. How about that?"
Chu Yihan narrowed his eyes and looked at him: "I have a lot of expenses tonight, are you sure?"
"Sure, sure." At this time, He Bin just wanted to coax him quickly.
If you provoke him, you will be beaten by his father when you go back.