Entertainment: A song that brought his deceased wife back to life.

The restaurant doors slowly opened.

The first thing you see is a long dining table that's big enough to host a small running race.

The table was covered with an intricately embroidered white tablecloth.

The crystal chandelier hanging overhead casts light that refracts onto the silver tableware, making it painful to look at.

Two waiters in tailcoats were placing dishes on the table.

The plate was ridiculously large, but there was only a pitifully small amount of food inside.

The Australian lobsters were neatly disassembled and were still emitting a chill.

The top-quality abalone is as big as a child's fist.

There were also a few slices of Alba white truffle, sliced ​​as thin as cicada wings, exuding a unique aroma of money.

Xu Qing stood at the doorway, her steps halting.

He looked down at his mud-stained sneakers.

Then I looked at the marble floor, which was so smooth it reflected my image.

In places like this, you have to be careful even when walking, for fear of stepping on the paving stones and not being able to afford to pay for it.

"Please make yourself at home, sit wherever you like."

Luo Tianxiong greeted them very warmly, but his Tang suit looked particularly out of place in this luxurious Western restaurant.

He wanted to lead Xu Qing to the seat of honor.

Xu Qing casually pulled out the chair closest to the door.

"I'll sit here."

That was an aisle space reserved for the servants who would serve the food.

Luo Tianxiong was taken aback for a moment, then gave the butler a wink.

The butler understood immediately and removed the tableware from the main seat, placing it back in front of Xu Qing, who then sat down.

Opposite him was a huge lobster claw. If this thing were in the past, it would have been enough to feed him and this little fish for a week.

But now, looking at these things, he felt only spasms in his stomach, the kind of cramps that come from being starving.

"What's wrong? Not to your liking?"

Luo Tianxiong sat in the main seat.

"If I don't like Western food, I'll ask the chef to switch to Chinese food."

"Whether it's a Manchu Han Imperial Feast or Sichuan, Shandong, Cantonese, or Huaiyang cuisine, as long as you order, it will definitely be on your table within half an hour."

Xu Qing shook his head.

"No, thank you. I'm not hungry."

He really had no appetite.

Even if the food on the table was dragon meat, it would taste like chewing wax to him.

Luo Tianxiong was a little embarrassed. He had prepared this according to the protocol for entertaining foreign heads of state, but the other party didn't even glance at it.

"Cough cough."

Luo Tianxiong picked up a bottle of red wine.

"This is Romanée-Conti, from 90."

"You can't buy it on the market at all. I got it from a French auction through someone."

"I've heard that you artists like to drink a little alcohol to find inspiration."

The waiter immediately stepped forward and poured a little dark red liquid into Xu Qing's wine glass. The aroma of the wine was indeed very strong, but Xu Qing only glanced at the glass before reaching out and gently pushing it away.

"Mr. Luo."

Xu Qing's voice was hoarse, as if there was sand stuck in her throat.

"Could I have a glass of water?"

Luo Tianxiong's hand, holding the wine glass, froze in mid-air.

Plain water?

"right."

Xu Qing pointed to his throat.

"My throat is sore, I can't drink alcohol."

"Besides, I have to go back later, and drinking will cause problems."

Luo Tianxiong sighed and waved for the waiter to remove the bottle of red wine, which cost hundreds of thousands of yuan.

Soon, a glass of plain water was placed in front of Xu Qing. Holding the glass, the cool touch spread throughout his body, calming his heart a little.

He sipped the water slowly and carefully, and the way he did so made Luo Tianxiong feel a lump in his throat.

This child has suffered so much; even drinking water feels like taking a life-saving medicine.

"Xu Qing."

Luo Tianxiong abandoned his airs and stopped paying attention to table manners. He stood up, picked up his plate, and plopped down in the seat next to Xu Qing. His aura as a tycoon vanished instantly, and he became a concerned old neighbor.

"I watched the live stream in the car just now."

"The things people say online are really nasty."

Luo Tianxiong cut the steak while observing Xu Qing's expression.

"I've already had someone investigate that guy called 'Skin-Peeling King'."

"This guy's got a dirty hand. Tax evasion is the least of his worries; he's also done a lot of extortion."

"Just say the word."

Luo Tianxiong held up one finger.

"Tomorrow morning, all his accounts across the internet will disappear."

"And I can give you this amount."

Luo Tianxiong shook his finger.

"Ten million."

Consider this compensation for the injustice you suffered today.

"With this money, you can go abroad to relax, or buy a bigger house instead of staying in that rented room."

This is the most direct monetary offensive.

For a newly famous singer, ten million is an astronomical figure.

It's enough to make anyone abandon their principles and kneel down to call him "Dad."

But Xu Qing didn't even lift his eyelids. He stared at the slightly rippling water in the cup, which was the only thing that interested him at the moment.

"No."

Xu Qing put down her cup, her tone eerily calm.

"That's a game for you big shots. I don't understand it, and I don't want to get involved."

"As for money..."

Xu Qing twitched the corners of his mouth, revealing a self-deprecating smile.

"Mr. Luo, do you think I'm short of money right now?"

Luo Tianxiong was speechless. Indeed, this kid earned tens of millions in royalties alone. He could make a fortune just by writing a book. He had been too hasty and confused, actually throwing money at someone who didn't care about money at all.

"Money can't buy talent."

Luo Tianxiong changed his strategy.

"But money can make your life more comfortable."

You are still young, and you have a long road ahead of you.

"With money, you can access better circles, and even..."

Luo Tianxiong paused, his tone becoming somewhat meaningful.

"Or even meet someone better."

"People should always look forward."

Out with the old, in with the new.