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Tang Baozhu smiled and curved her eyebrows.

“The dishes at Fengweizhai are all good, with the flavor of Shanghai.”

"good."

Bai Yang was completely silent, but Qin Ruorong, who was standing beside him, saw that everyone was talking, so she put her mind at ease and concentrated on eating.

The meal lasted an hour, and when it was time to part ways, Tang Baozhu did not ask Ning Jinchuan for help, and Ning Jinchuan did not ask Tang Baozhu.

After Tang Baozhu paid the bill, she waved to Ning Jinchuan at the restaurant entrance.

"Thank you Mr. Ning for hosting this meal. See you later!"

Ning Jinchuan looked a little cold, his thin lips pursed, as if he didn't want to talk to her anymore.

Tang Baozhu withdrew her hand in confusion, not knowing how she had offended him. She shrugged indifferently, said goodbye to Ning Jinchuan, and returned home with Qin Ruorong.

Qin Ruorong burped heavily and finally relaxed.

"You had such a good opportunity just now, why didn't you ask Mr. Ning for help?"

Tang Baozhu shook her head.

"Mr. Ning is a very principled person. It's much harder to owe him a favor than to owe Bai Yang. Besides, he's very difficult to deal with. If he's not willing to help, then he definitely won't help. Since Bai Yang is perfunctorily unwilling to agree, Mr. Ning probably won't agree either. It's better to be honest and not embarrass yourself."

"How do you know he's difficult?"

"For the Tang family's business, I have been pestering him for so long. Do you think he is being nice to me?"

Qin Ruorong nodded in agreement.

"Indeed, he looked so unhappy just now. If someone didn't know, they would think you owed him money."

Tang Baozhu laughed dryly twice.

"So,"

"Then why did you invite him to dinner?"

"As a businessman, this is called improving one's favor. After all, I need help from him, and I do owe him a meal."

Qin Ruorong gave her a thumbs up.

"One meal, and you paid off two IOUs. You're really cruel. I didn't even enjoy my meal there."

Tang Baozhu "..."

Ning Jinchuan sat in the back seat of the car with his hands on the window. His fair and slender hand bones were protruding and his jawline was tense, clearly showing his gloomy mood.

Bai Yang held the steering wheel and glanced at Ning Jinchuan.

"Sir, when you're with girls, you need to be humble enough, otherwise you'll just push them further away."

Ning Jinchuan raised his eyelids slightly when he heard this.

"Get along? Why should we get along? Have you ever seen a chess player get along with his chess pieces?"

Bai Yang complained in his heart, saying that they were chess pieces, so he should not be slapped in the face. Mr. Ning's emotions were written on his face, but he was still stubborn. He did not intend to refute Mr. Ning and changed the subject.

"You were ready to help Miss Tang Er, why didn't you tell her that you asked Young Master Ning Er to come over? Why did you insist that Miss Tang Er ask you for help?"

"Have you ever seen me take the initiative to help others?"

Bai Yang shook his head helplessly. Mr. Ning was still maintaining his pride. He was afraid that he himself was not aware of his own thoughts.

"Yes, yes, it's not to help Miss Tang Er, it's to deal with Niijima Zuo Er."

Ning Jinchuan's expression returned to indifference and dignity. He concealed his emotions perfectly and stopped talking.

···

Tang Baojun's side,

He invited several of his former private schoolmates to book a stage in the dance hall.

The newly opened dance hall is not big, only about three or four hundred square meters, with a small stage. A group of dancers just went down, and now a woman in a plain cheongsam is playing the pipa.

Chen Siyi, who was usually the best friend of Tang Baojun, sighed,

"The Paramount in Shanghai is still the best. It's a place of feasting and revelry, a city that never sleeps, with singing and dancing. The dancers there are all skilled dancers and beautiful girls. There is a constant stream of guests, all of whom are dignitaries."

Tang Baojun took a sip of the wine.

"Hiss, that sounds so good, have you been there?"

Chen Siyi waved his hand.

"No, my eldest brother has been there and he told me."

"Then what are you yelling about?"

Chen Siyi laughed.

"I'll go there when I have the chance. Who is that person playing the pipa? She's pretty."

Tang Baojun glanced at the woman playing the pipa on the stage. She was about the same age as him, with a slender figure, a fair face and delicate features. She felt an indescribable sense of loneliness.

When the song ended, the woman bowed slightly and walked away holding the pipa.

Tang Jia next to him said,

"That's a mute girl named Su Xiaohe. She's the younger sister of the playboy Su Zhisheng. This shop belongs to Su Zhisheng."

"Since this store belongs to the Su family, why is the mute girl still singing there? Isn't it bad for a woman to sing in public these days?"

"You don't know this, right? He is not your biological brother. The mute girl's mother remarried into the Su family. She is a burden to the Su family. They are considered step-siblings, with different fathers and mothers. The mute girl is good-looking and has a soft personality. She has been bullied by the Su family a lot. Now she is treated as a cash cow and is singing in the dance hall. It doesn't cost any money, so why not?"

Chen Siyi shook his head.

"She is beautiful, but she is dumb, and she has such a brother."

Tang Jia nodded.

"Yeah, it's bad luck."

"That's pretty unlucky."

Tang Jia quickly made a gesture to shut up and pointed to the table next to him.

"Shh, Su Zhisheng is over there too,"

There was a large square table at the edge of the stage, full of people. The dealer at the top was Su Zhisheng.

He was casually wearing a short brown shirt, and looked like everyone else. He had one foot on a chair, and looked seven parts vulgar and three parts ugly. Occasionally, a hawk-like light flashed in his eyes, and one could vaguely see a cruel look in his eyes.

"Hey, what are all these people doing?"

"It seems like they opened a gambling hall. The Su family made their fortune through gambling. By opening this dance hall, they are definitely continuing their old business."

Chen Siyi was eager to try, so he pushed Tang Baojun's shoulder.

"What's the point of just drinking? Why don't you go over and play a few rounds? It seems like there are quite a lot of people there."

Tang Baojun was not interested. Although he loved to play, he never dabbled in gambling. If his sister knew about this, she would definitely skin him alive.

"Go ahead, I'm not interested."

"Play two rounds with me,"

Tang Baojun had no choice but to put down his wine glass and watch Chen Siyi go out to play.

The table is similar to Pai Gow, but the gameplay is simple. It is mainly a wooden board with a blue dragon and a white tiger engraved on the front and back. Then put the board in the cup and shake it. Then bet on the blue dragon or the white tiger. If the bet is right, the player wins money, and if the bet is lost, the dealer loses money, and vice versa.

In this kind of probability issue, winning or losing depends entirely on luck.

Su Zhisheng was the banker. In the beginning, he lost more than he won. Many people tasted the joy of winning. Even Chen Siyi made ten dollars.

Chen Siyi was very excited.

"This is my two months' pocket money, Baojun, you really don't want to play?"

Tang Baojun shook his head.

Chen Siyi placed another bet and won again.

Su Zhisheng lost a lot of money, and shook his head, his eyes shining.

"I lost a lot today, I have to make up for it, how about this, let's play a big one?"

Everyone was very interested and of course they were willing to give it a try.

"Tell me how to play big."