Guilongchao: I played the domineering CEO to the bone.

Three groups of performers had already changed on the stage, and the melody had shifted again, from the melodious warbling of orioles to the clanging and clashing of martial arts performances. Tong kept her head down, neither looking at the stage nor at Min Moyou.

Min Moyou had never seen a play before. She was initially quite interested, but she lost interest in watching it. Her attention was mostly focused on the person next to her, and her gaze was mostly not on the stage.

This made the opera performers feel that this big patron was dissatisfied with their performances, so they changed to three different styles in a row...

Those who are still performing in the middle of the night are just struggling people trying to make a living. In today's era of rapid economic and technological development, entertainment options are emerging like an explosion. How many people will still stop and pay for a show?

It's even more worth mentioning that it's for the sake of theater consumption.

They were not top-tier opera artists, lacked the ability to attract the attention of the powerful and wealthy, and had no access to high society. The audience they faced consisted of those with spare money who had no interest, and those who were interested who lacked spare money. Their living conditions were far more difficult than imagined.

These opera troupes rely entirely on these few plays for their livelihood. It's not appropriate to talk about the dismal business of running a separate theater, but they have devoted half their lives to these plays and consider themselves refined. If they had no other choice, they would naturally be unwilling to do any manual labor.

After many twists and turns, by sheer chance and desperation, he ended up working under the tutelage of a teahouse owner named Zui Sheng.

The owner of Zuisheng was incredibly resourceful—he owned two establishments, a small teahouse and an open-air teahouse. Despite not having many customers, he seemed to have inexhaustible wealth and could often snag a few of the most sought-after and expensive teas.

Although there weren't many tea drinkers and business was dismal, none of the people who associated with this Drunken Master were commoners—they all looked like wealthy and powerful people, either with outstanding temperament or dressed in gold and silver, entering and leaving the Drunken Master's small teahouse mysteriously, without even drinking tea.

Even when there are customers, she doesn't serve them, as if running a teahouse is just a hobby of hers. Every time I see the drunken owner, she always has her teacup in her hand, drinking alone with a dazed look in her eyes, looking completely intoxicated. It's true to her name. I really don't know if she's drinking tea or wine. (Perhaps it's strong tea with an alcohol content of over 90%? (lol))

It was this very same owner of the Drunken Sheng restaurant who didn't care about making money that took in these penniless, self-righteous actors who were on the verge of bankruptcy. He rented an open-air teahouse, built a stage, and provided them with their basic food and clothing. If they wanted to make money, it all depended on their hard work and the tips they received from the audience.

He could be considered to have kept several opera troupes as mistresses, displaying a refined and elegant style reminiscent of wealthy young men from the previous era.

Tea and opera are both well-known traditional refined pursuits. Individually, they might not be enough to satisfy the leisurely tastes of someone with refined tastes, but when combined, the leisurely elegance is greater than the sum of its parts, making people want to indulge in a bit of refinement.

Naturally, more consumers will buy into it.

This brings us to the unique vision of the owner of Zuisheng – others only saw those opera troupes as money-losing businesses, never imagining there was such a marketing method.

It's just that the owner of Zuisheng Teahouse went out to run business tonight. Otherwise, with such a big order, he would have inevitably come out of the teahouse to make some connections. Huh? I really don't know why a teahouse owner is out running business every day.

But the subordinates weren't so eager to find out the truth; they were just ordinary workers who only wanted to make money—so they put in their utmost enthusiasm to entertain Min Moyou, a major client they hadn't seen in years.

Whether it's the female martial arts performer wielding a large sword, sweating profusely, and shouting deafeningly, or the gentle, sweet-talking young lady on stage tossing an embroidered ball to Min Moyou with a flirtatious glance, or even the receptionist in a cheongsam offering some hidden services and asking if Min Moyou would like them...

None of these things garnered any attention or favor from Minmoyou.

Tea and sour dried plums and candied fruit were served quickly. The premium Tianfu Longjing tea lived up to its name, with a rich aroma that could be smelled even across half the tea table.

The tea was served, along with the snacks, but Tong still didn't react.

On the surface, Min Moyou was resting his head on the armrest of the soft chair with his right hand, watching the show, but in reality, his gaze was constantly glancing to the right, that is, he was keeping an eye on Tong out of the corner of his eye.

So focused was she that she didn't even notice the cheongsam-clad receptionist bowing and setting down the teapot, once again displaying her curves in front of Min Moyou.

"Humph~"

With a coquettish sigh, the receptionist in her cheongsam puffed out her cheeks and stomped along in her high heels. Only then did Min Moyou snap out of his reverie—he had simply been wondering why Tong was in this state.

You were having a great time strolling through the food street, weren't you?

Is it possible that she got jealous because she had some close contact with the receptionist?

However... Min Moyou lacked the confidence and dared not believe that he could win Tong's favor simply by spending one night with her.

Even though he is very rich now, he doesn't believe that feelings are something that can be easily obtained.

But Tong looked so sad, which made Min Moyou's mind a mess. She wanted to say something, but she didn't know what to say.

If you put yourself in the role of a domineering CEO, what would he do...?

Min Moyou pondered for a moment and soon came to an answer—a domineering CEO should be a little more confident (narcissistic)!

We should act like every woman in the world loves me!

Min Moyou knew how to start the conversation—although there was a possibility of triggering an awkward situation, it might also improve her acting skills.

Then it's not a loss.

Having figured it out, Min Moyou leaned back in his chair, raised his head, tilted his face slightly to the side at a 45-degree angle, glanced sideways at Tong, and parted his thin lips slightly:

"Ha! Women."

"Have you also fallen for my damn charm?"

"Don't worry, I have very high standards."

"She's not good enough for me."

"Of course, you are too."

"Don't have any unrealistic fantasies."

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[Congratulations, host, you have successfully imitated the mindset of a domineering CEO. Your domineering CEO persona has increased by 2%, currently standing at 22%.]

Three seconds passed, and the system responded, but Tong remained silent.

Min Moyou inexplicably felt a little embarrassed, but he still tried his best to maintain his domineering CEO persona, pretending not to care, and seemingly generously giving Tong time to react.

(At this moment, the six assassins of the Min family's dragon heir, who had been lurking in the shadows, became lively again:)

Peacock: "I'm going to kill her! Kill her!!! How dare she give her master such attitude!"

Nightingale: "Attack! Stop her! She mustn't show herself without her master's summons! Peacock, what do you take the rules for?!"

Peacock: "Nightingale! What do you take your master for?! A subject should die for his master—how can you sit still?! Do you even have a master in your heart?! You dare to be the captain??? Let me go! Let me go!"

Nightingale: "Whether I am worthy of being the captain is none of your business. You unruly fellow, I don't know how you became the vice-captain, you only cause trouble for me and our master!"

Peacock: "What do you know?! Today she dares to give her master the cold shoulder! Tomorrow she'll dare to lay a hand on her master and beat him up! The day after tomorrow she'll dare to kill her master for his money! I'm nipping the danger in the bud, don't you understand?!"

White Dove: "Um... is it possible that she's just asleep? She didn't hear her master speak...?"

Peacock: "How dare she! How could she dare to sleep in front of her master?! She...she...she..."

".........")

As a support class, White Dove's Dragon Curse abilities lean towards reconnaissance and detection. Among the entire team, her mental strength is the strongest, allowing her to accurately judge Pupil's condition even from a considerable distance.

Yes, Hitomi is asleep.

After a busy day, the body is tired, and the digestive system sends signals of drowsiness after a full meal.

The babbling drama serves as a lullaby, while the story of the older sister throwing herself into someone's arms serves as a bedtime story;

This recliner is even more comfortable than the old, worn-out foam sofa in Longchao Pavilion. A cool breeze is a natural gift of air conditioning, and the aroma of herbs and tea brings an even more soothing experience…

Not long after her eyes touched the soft sleeper, she drifted into a dreamlike state:

In her dream, she sat on Min Moyou as a chair, leaning back in his warm and strong arms, and could take out endless money from Min Moyou's various pockets at any time.

There was also a kind older woman in a cheongsam, soft and fragrant, with a great figure. She was leaning against her, fussing over her and feeding her cherries with her mouth...

Hehehe...hehehehe...

"Countless amounts of money... a soft, big sister... sweet cherries... and..."

Hehehe.........."

Sleeping soundly and peacefully.

Upon hearing the sleep-talking, Min Moyou was speechless for a moment, finally realizing what was happening...

So it wasn't... she was just asleep?

That's fine.

But it's not right for you to just fall asleep and leave your employer alone.

Immediately, a wicked smile appeared on Min Moyou's lips, and he slammed his large hand on the tea table!

"boom!"

The teacups, teapot, tea snacks, and plates on the tea table were shaken and jumped up, floating in the air for a brief moment.

"Alas--!"

Tong's body suddenly straightened up, and she returned to reality from her dream.

wide awake!

So clear-headed!

How could Tong tolerate being disturbed while finally having a sweet dream?!

Having just regained consciousness, Tong didn't care why she wasn't sleeping on the old sofa in Longchao Pavilion that night, but instead was sleeping outside. She turned around and pointed at Min Moyou, about to start cursing:

"you!......"

Looking at Min Moyou's face, Tong's memories returned like a tidal wave—

Huh? Where am I?

Oh, I'm working on a commission!

He's my employer!

They pay 720,000 a month!!

I fell asleep while working on a commission...

Okay, now Tong can't be tough anymore.

Tong sat back down.

A warm smile spread across his face again.

"Young Master, what is it?"

What were you doing standing up?

"Uh... I've been sitting for too long, and I'm feeling a bit uncomfortable. Shall I stand up and stretch a bit? I'm so sorry, young master, did I scare you? I'll be more careful next time~"

"Then why did you point at me?"

"Ah... well... let me explain..."

"Fine, keep making excuses."

"It's...it's...? What is it...? Oh right, it's just that I suddenly realized my hands are quite pretty, and I wanted to show them to you, young master. It's nothing..."

"Oh, is it?"

Min Moyou turned his head, scrutinizing Tong with his gaze.

“Is that so…?”

Tong's eyes darted left and right, avoiding Min Moyou's gaze.

Did you hear what I just said?

"You spoke...? Oh, of course! I always put the young master's affairs first!"