Huayu: King of Kung Fu

Lin Hu did know Zhou Xun in the original timeline, but they weren't very close.

When Lin Hu graduated from university, he worked for a magazine for a period of time and did an interview with Zhou Xun.

Later, for their group's anniversary celebration, they invited Zhou Xun to sing on stage.

Yes, at the beginning of the century, Zhou Xun often worked as a singer.

Since Lin Hu is a fan of Zhou Xun, the company also arranged for him to go on stage and present her with a bouquet of flowers.

That day, on stage, he hugged Zhou Xun and shouted, "Zhou Xun, I love you!"

He bragged about it for a long time afterward.

The reason he suddenly became sad tonight is because, after being in this time and space for so long, he has met someone he already knew for the first time.

His family from the original timeline is no longer related to him, so there's no reason for him to get close to them again.

Zhou Xun is a very good actress, one of the four leading actresses in the Chinese entertainment industry in the new century.

Lin Hu is now in the entertainment industry, so it might be worth getting to know him and making friends.

"Sir, would you like to send a flower basket to Zhou Xun?"

Lin Hu was lost in thought when he was suddenly interrupted by a hotel waiter.

What kind of flower basket should I send?

Seeing that he didn't understand, the waiter explained it to him.

It turns out that if a viewer likes a particular singer, they can buy a flower basket from the bar and give it to her.

When the singer is performing, the bar will place flower baskets given by the audience on the stage.

For singers, this is an honor; the more flower baskets they receive, the more popular they are.

It's also a considerable source of income, because the bar and the singer split the money from the flower basket sales.

Once the waiter explained, Lin Hu understood. It was similar to online live streaming in later generations—you send gifts to the streamer.

As soon as Zhou Xun took the stage, several flower baskets were placed there.

Lin Hu asked, "I sent a flower basket. After she finishes her performance, could she come over for a drink and a chat?"

"She doesn't serve drinks, but if you're the guest who sends the most flower baskets, she'll come over to thank you personally!"

Lin Hu thought to himself: I still need to become the number one on the leaderboard?

"How much does a flower basket cost?"

"One hundred dollars!"

Lin Hu thought to himself: I only have two thousand yuan in my pocket. I want to be the top spender. I wonder if that's enough.

He brought those two thousand yuan because he knew the bar street was expensive.

Don't be fooled by the fact that the average monthly salary in Beijing is only around 1,000 yuan. In the bar street of Sanlitun, a glass of beer costs 40 yuan.

"Do you accept credit cards here?"

"Sorry, no!"

"Let's give...five!"

Lin Hu is a person who doesn't care much about money. When he was doing live streaming in the original timeline, he spent a lot of money gifting rockets to female streamers and even slept with several of them.

Sending flower baskets to Zhou Xun in a bar now feels quite interesting.

On stage, after Zhou Xun finished singing, the host held up a list and loudly read, "Thank you to Mr. Lin from table 16 for the five flower baskets..."

Lin Hu sent five flower baskets, the most, and his name was read out first.

Zhou Xun quickly turned towards table number 16, smiled, and nodded to Lin Hu in thanks.

Lin Hu waved to her, feeling that this was much more interesting than watching a live stream.

When Zhou Xun sang her second song, more flower baskets were sent up.

With his top spot in jeopardy, Lin Hu gritted his teeth and gifted five more players.

Zhou Xun sang three songs, and Lin Hu sent fifteen flower baskets, which was equivalent to one and a half months' salary for an average person in Beijing.

If I send him again, I'll have to call Lao Zhang to pick him up; otherwise, he'll have to walk home.

Fortunately, the competition wasn't too fierce tonight, and he secured his position as the top spender, proving that his money wasn't wasted.

After Zhou Xun finished singing and stepped off the stage, the host bowed and said a few words to her, and then she walked towards Lin Hu's seat.

Just as she was about to walk halfway there, a man at the table in front of her suddenly stood up and stopped her: "Hey beautiful, you sing pretty well, how about having a couple of drinks with us?"

Zhou Xun politely replied, "I'm sorry, I don't drink with people."

The man laughed: "You're not giving me face, are you? When you sing in a bar, how can you not drink with the customers?"

"I'm sorry, I really don't drink with customers. I have something to do. Please let me through."

"Damn it, my brother gave you face, and you dare to slack off?" The people at the same table as the man stood up.

Looking at everything that was happening before his eyes, Lin Hu suddenly felt a pang of regret for his 1500 yuan.

If I had known there would be trouble, I wouldn't have wasted my money. Being the top donor isn't about being a hero and showing off.

Lin Hu thought to himself: Sure enough, transmigrators all have some luck on them. I was just thinking about how to attract Zhou Xun's attention when these NPCs came knocking on my door.

Lin Hu remained silent, staring at the troublemakers, ready to make a move at any moment.

In bars, it's common for people to cause trouble and act drunk.

The bar also had a contingency plan, especially since Zhou Xun was a singer at the bar. As soon as they caused a disturbance, bar staff would come to their rescue.

But the man was probably drunk and didn't give her any face at all. Suddenly, he flew into a rage, yelled "You're so shameless!", and slapped Zhou Xun hard across the face.

Zhou Xun was terrified when he attacked, and she was so frightened that she forgot to dodge.

Just then, a figure flashed, and Lin Hu stepped forward and grabbed the man's wrist.

The man felt a sharp pain in his arm, as if it were being clamped by an iron vise, and cried out in agony, "It hurts! It hurts! Let go! Let go!"

Lin Hu grabbed the guy and wouldn't let go, complaining, "Damn it, you didn't even bring a flower basket, but you insisted on dragging him out for drinks, trying to freeload!"

After saying that, I felt something was off. What does "prostitution" even mean?

"Kid, let my brother go!" The guy's brother threatened Lin Hu, holding a beer bottle.

Lin Hu ignored him and smiled at Zhou Xun, saying, "Hello there, Brother Xun!"

Zhou Xun was initially stunned, but suddenly her vision blurred and a handsome man stepped forward to protect her.

She was about to express her gratitude, but Lin Hu's address of her as "Brother Xun" left her somewhat bewildered. She didn't know how to respond and stood there speechless.

"Damn it!" The guy's brother got angry and smashed a bottle over Lin Hu's head.

Lin Hu casually twisted his hand, and the person he was holding involuntarily pushed his head up.

With a loud bang, the beer bottle smashed to pieces on his head.

This guy didn't just have one brother; two other brothers also grabbed two bottles and smashed them over.

Lin Hu reacted quickly, using the man's head as a shield and sending it forward repeatedly.

"Bang!" "Bang!"

Two more sounds followed, and blood, wine foam, and shards of glass splattered everywhere, accompanied by the man's agonizing screams.

Lin Hu released his grip, and the guy was hit by three beer bottles, his head bleeding profusely, and he collapsed to the ground.

His three brothers stood there, stunned.

"Let's get her to the hospital right away!" Lin Hu dusted off his clothes, reached out his hand to Zhou Xun, and said softly, "Let's go!"

This time, he cleanly and efficiently took down four people and still had the leisure to tidy up his own image.

With a heart of a tiger and a gentle touch of a rose, that's just so damn cool, it completely captivated Zhou Xun.

The onlookers in the bar cheered loudly, whistling incessantly.

Zhou Xun felt her heart pounding. She happily took Lin Hu's hand and followed behind him, walking gracefully out of the bar.