Xi Feng asked the manager of "Night Angel Club" about everything, and then walked to the backstage dressing room box: "Miss Su, our boss invites you to have a drink at V1."
"Huh? Oh." Su Jiuge came back to his senses and put on a professional smile, but the smile did not spread to his eyes, "I know, I'll be there soon."
Being asked by a guest to accompany you is a completely normal thing.
You can’t bring your personal feelings to work. Su Jiuge also has Su Jiuge’s professional ethics.
She is just a singer, a little singer who hangs around in major nightclubs. It is not easy to find a place in "Night Angel", the leading nightclub in X city.
The customer who can name a V1 box is definitely a big fish. You can't miss it.
She has lost her love and can no longer lose her money. Yes, this is the real Su Jiuge. He is always armed and goes to the battlefield at any time.
She still has a daughter and a family to support. All these have become her strength.
Su Jiuge followed the attendant in black suit into V1. The blurred blue-purple light reflected the man sitting on the black leather sofa, like a luxurious emperor.
Su Jiuge raised her red lips and gave a charming smile. No need to introduce her again, she sat directly next to the man. She picked up the wine glass, made a gentle clinking gesture, and drank it down without any pretense.
The "Xiangbaidan" made in 1984 was quite fragrant and mellow. Of course, it was also pricey enough. She probably drank several thousand yuan for this cup of cow drink.
Luo Mingxuan was slightly surprised. This woman drank more boldly than men, without caring about her image at all. The famous singer of "Night Angel" didn't know how to flatter her.
"Why not change a job?" He looked at her with a look that was half admiration and half aggression.
Su Jiuge was stunned. It was the first time a guest started chatting in this way. Sympathy, or testing?
She looked at the big benefactor in front of her with vigilance, secretly trying to figure out whether his words were true or false. Many women would cry and tell their pitiful life experiences at this moment, hoping to win the benefactor's sympathy and stage a drama about a noble man rescuing him from trouble.
A vulgar plot about a bartender at eight o'clock.
Su Jiuge would not be so naive.
Because she believed that Mr. Luo would not be so naive.
The leader of the Luo family, one of the four major chaebols in X City, Luo Mingxuan. He is the dark emperor of X City, the overlord of the gambling city, and an entertainment tycoon.
Of course, "Night Angel", the largest nightclub in H City, is undoubtedly his property.
An owner who owns hundreds of large clubs all over the world, a gambling king who owns one-third of the shares in Las Vegas, has thousands of little singers like her under his command, mingling with the world.
place, eating youthful food.
How can the Dark Emperor find the time to sympathize with the singer from the end of the world?
Su Jiuge put down the crystal goblet, wiped his lips elegantly with a tissue, glanced at the sponsor with a charming look, and asked: "If I don't work as a singer in 'Night Angel', how can Mr. Luo have the opportunity to listen to me singing?"
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Luo Mingxuan smiled and looked at the crystal clear wine glass, stained with a few drops of red liquid.
When masters compete with each other, a slight difference can lead to a huge difference. Su Jiuge is sure that the boss of food, clothing and parents is secretly fighting with her.
This is a good sign, at least it shows that the sponsor is full of interest in her.
The chatter box has been opened. Although the first round was passed safely, the real game has just begun.