Police officer Chen Shu

Chapter 714 Bar
Evening, at a bar.

The place was buzzing with excitement, hormones were raging in the air, and colorful spotlights danced overhead. Cheers, screams, shouts, and the overwhelming aroma of alcohol mingled together, creating a mesmerizing atmosphere.

On the DJ stage, a girl dressed in a black tight leather jacket and pants swayed and moved with the music. Even though her face was not visible, her curvaceous and sexy figure and hot and seductive dance were full of provocation, driving the young men in the dance floor below crazy all night.

Chen Chuan sat on a small table by the window, holding a cocktail in his hand, taking sips from time to time, and swaying his head slightly to the rhythm of the music.

Sitting opposite him, Zhu Yiba looked constipated and said with disdain, "This place shouldn't be where we should be. When will you get rid of this lecherous habit?"

"Am I a lecher? No, no, no. It's just that the flowers are in full bloom right now, and if I don't appreciate them, I'll seem unromantic." Chen Chuan extended a finger and gently placed it on the rounded chin of the girl beside him, lightly touching it. "It's good to relax a bit after work. People who are always so serious and reserved will get sick. Just like that one."

Zhu Yiba remained silent, picked up the wine glass in front of him, and stared at the slightly rippling bright red inside, which looked like blood flowing from a person's body.

"Handsome, cheer up. Come on, let me toast you first." A brown-haired woman sitting next to Zhu Yiba picked up her glass, but only took a small sip, without moving her throat, so it was unclear whether she actually drank it.

Chen Chuan squinted as he watched the woman put down her full wine glass, and said sarcastically, "What, you look down on my brother? The water level should drop noticeably by now."

The brown-haired woman smiled faintly: "Oh my, my young master Chen, she's on her period today, so being able to drink with her is already a huge favor to you."

Another woman, dressed in a tight leather outfit, her red lips slightly parted, looked quite alluring: "Yes, Mr. Chen. It's so late at night, and you called at the last minute. We even turned down Boss Zhao's red envelope party to come. You'd better make it up to us!"

Chen Chuan glanced sideways at Zhu Yiba, who was smoking alone to the side, acting all high and mighty. He thought to himself, "If it weren't for how absent-minded you are after the anti-X operation, who would have the time or inclination to care about your mental health?"

Ugh, what a mess I've made of myself. I really brought this on myself.
Chen Chuan got up and walked to the trunk of a car parked on the side of the road outside the store, took out two of the latest Apple phones, and gave one to each of the two girls present.

The effect was like lighting a cigarette in front of a crackling, smoking gas cylinder, causing it to explode. The two previously listless young women, suddenly inspired by this, stopped treating accompanying others to drinks as a job and began to see it as their life's work.

From then on, for these two young ladies, apart from the current Mr. Zhu, there was nothing more to do with my inconvenient red envelope gathering with Mr. Zhao next door.

Zhu Yiba was frustrated by the teasing of the two nightclub veterans. After a few rounds, although he still had a disdainful expression on his face, the sadness he had shown earlier was gone.

Chen Chuan was quite satisfied with his wrist.

For most depressed men in the world, alcohol and women are the best medicine.

Except for that guy, Chen Chuan rarely frowned his usually dashing eyebrows, looking somewhat sad.

Taking advantage of the two girls going to the restroom together, Zhu Yiba quickly moved to Chen Chuan's side and asked, "These two girls aren't escorts, are they? It wouldn't be right for us to hire them to drink with us, would it?"

Chen Chuan flicked his cigarette butt and chuckled, "This is a bar, a place for young people to release their hormones. Do we have a rule against coming to bars? Besides, how could they be escorts? Did they ask you for a tip?"

"Didn't you give me two cell phones?" Zhu Yiba asked somewhat guiltily, after all, the two girls had just been serving him.

"That was just a gift I gave to a friend when I was in the mood. Didn't I give you and Chen Shu a pair of Maotai rabbits a few days ago so you could take them to your old men at home to try? Are you saying that I hired you two to be my drinking companions?" Chen Chuan asked with a sidelong glance.

"Oh, that's good. By the way, are those two girls single?"

"Ha, they look down on these women for being escorts, yet they ask if they're single? Remember this: never ask a woman if she's single. If she likes you, then she is single."

"You're overthinking it. I was just wondering what if I drink too much? They wouldn't sleep with me tonight, would they? They wouldn't have developed feelings for me, would they?" Zhu Yiba slightly crossed his arms, as if he were the one being taken advantage of.

Chen Chuan was almost brought to tears by his words: "You've been stuck in this mountain village for too long, your brain's rusted to dust! Women might not love you more than you love them if they sleep with you!"

"Huh?" Zhu Yiba looked completely bewildered. "Try getting them to buy you a drink. No need for champagne or spades, just have them order a bottle of Jägermeister," Chen Chuan said casually.

Zhu Yiba finally understood. It turns out that in today's society, the main criterion for judging whether a woman has fallen in love is whether she is willing to spend money on you.

Although Zhu Yiba was rather indifferent to matters of love and sex, after all, he grew up in a compound and joined a group of men after graduating from military academy, so he was indeed inexperienced in this area. Therefore, he naturally assumed that Chen Chuan used money to pave the way for women, and that the women who could be pave the way for him could not be considered good or decent women.

"Chen Chuan, drinking with this kind of woman is really pointless," Zhu Yiba said with his usual disdain.

"Old Zhu, are you looking down on them? You think they're bad women?" Chen Chuan gave him a disdainful look, laughing at his naiveté. "It's alright, brother. You're still young, you know? When you grow up, you'll realize that every girl is actually a good girl, you know?"

"hehe."

Chen Chuan said very seriously, "Every girl is a good girl, they won't mind what color Porsche Panamera you drive."

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Chen Chuan patted Zhu Yiba on the shoulder like an elder and said earnestly, "You should finish dealing with the quantity issue first before considering the quality issue. You can't get this order mixed up."

"roll!"

Zhu Yiba raised his hand, ready to slap Chen Chuan, but Chen Chuan dodged with a grin.

"To be honest, Chen Chuan, after all, our colleague just sacrificed his life. I feel really bad about us coming to a place like this to drink," Zhu Yiba said guiltily.

"This is called drowning your sorrows in alcohol. You know you're feeling bad, but don't you think everyone else is feeling bad too? We need to vent, we need a place to release our sadness and anger." Chen Chuan's tone was calm, without his previous teasing demeanor.

Under the flickering light, Chen Chuan's face was hidden in the darkness, making it impossible for Zhu Yiba to see the true face of this playboy who always presented himself as carefree and irresponsible.

"No matter what, I'll toast you." Zhu Yiba picked up his glass and downed it in one gulp. He could feel Chen Chuan's goodwill, but he was too embarrassed to express his gratitude directly. He didn't even dare to look Chen Chuan in the eye when he toasted him, for fear that his gratitude would be revealed.

Chen Chuan felt a little melancholy, thinking how wonderful it would be if that rigid guy could also get emotional healing so easily.

However, even if it's for revenge for a comrade, and even if the other party deserves it, cutting off a living person's throat with your own hands would probably make you feel uncomfortable afterwards.

Chen Chuan raised his glass and clinked it briefly with Zhu Yiba.

Jingle Bell.

Jingle bell, jingle bell.

Although the bar was noisy, the ringtone of Chen Chuan's cell phone reached Zhu Yiba's ears quite clearly.

"What's going on? They can't even let people rest in peace."

Chen Chuan mumbled as he answered the phone.

"Hello? What!"

(End of this chapter)