CHAPTER 232: CHAPTER 8: SU TIANKUO HAPPILY GAINS A GOLDEN FINGER_2

The air grew increasingly oppressive, with distant rumbles of thunder coming from the horizon. The owners of several barbecue stalls loudly discussed whether to pull up the canopies.

——Looks like there’s going to be a heavy rain!

Zhu Yuwen’s heart skipped a beat upon hearing this.

He also shared a rental with someone, and his place had a strict rule against overnight guests. Moreover, Su Tiankuo was drunk.

So, he stopped drinking and quickly thought of how to send him back.

He had to work tomorrow, and even a taxi ride to the nearest subway station would cost ten or twenty yuan. Moreover, it was late, and with a drunkard, he might catch the last subway, but what about the return trip? The crucial part was that after getting off the subway, he’d have to take a 40-minute bus ride, and in the dead of night, where could he find a bus?

His buddy’s place was also too remote. If he sent him back, what about work the next day?

But even the cheapest hotels nearby cost at least two to three hundred for a night...

Thinking of this, Zhu Yuwen couldn’t help but regret deeply.

While researching routes on his phone, he suddenly saw that Su Tiankuo had somehow finished the remaining two bottles of beer. Zhu Yuwen was both angry and helpless.

"Why are you drinking again? Come on, it’s about to rain. I need to send you back quickly..."

It wasn’t easy supporting a drunk man. Both of them were out of shape, and by the time they reached the street to hail a taxi, Zhu Yuwen was already out of breath.

Coincidentally, Su Tiankuo seemed to sober up a bit, trying hard to stand upright and ask him.

"Are we heading back now?"

Seeing that he seemed a bit sober, Zhu Yuwen impatiently said, "Can you walk on your own? If so, should I get you a cab? Buddy, I have work tomorrow, and I can’t skip a morning meeting..."

He almost cursed internally.

Su Tiankuo had been half-drunk and half-sober, but after those two bottles of beer, he was completely plastered.

Now, surprisingly clear-headed, he waved his hand boldly:

"It’s fine, you go. I can manage on my own!"

Hearing this, Zhu Yuwen didn’t move but instead turned and asked again.

"Really can?"

"Don’t worry!"

Su Tiankuo patted his chest boldly: "I’m going to find my girlfriend!"

——Where did you get a girlfriend? You’ve been mocked plenty of times for being dumped! Clearly still drunk!

Zhu Yuwen was about to say something when he saw a taxi pulling over by the roadside. Acting on instinct, he dashed out to stop it, leaving a couple who were just about to raise their hands in shock as they watched him get in first.

While getting in, Zhu Yuwen stuck his head out to speak to his good buddy:

"Buddy, I’m heading back first, let me know when you get home safely!"

If he didn’t leave now and Tiankuo got really drunk, where would he take him in the middle of the night?

Su Tiankuo, slurring his words, said, "You go on ahead!"

Saying this, before the taxi could get far, he staggered forward along the road.

The thunder in the sky grew more frequent.

...

Thinking about the 1000 yuan he lent earlier tonight and how he got out of a big hassle by not having to send Su Tiankuo back, Zhu Yuwen couldn’t help but let out a long sigh of relief.

Within five minutes of the car ride, raindrops started to pour down.

Worriedly, he glanced back but then quickly reassured himself.

——It’s fine, there are police everywhere, and he seemed pretty sober. Besides, I just transferred him 1000 yuan; he can find a hotel easily...

...

The torrential rain arrived, and the night market by the roadside was already prepared, swiftly setting up rain canopies.

Except for a few customers complaining about the heavy rain and how far they had to park, no one paid attention to Su Tiankuo, who was staggering forward under the barrage of raindrops.

The alcohol made him very hot, and the rainstorm felt refreshing, dispelling his gloom.

However, in the middle of the night, with his mind unclear, he didn’t know where he had wandered, and suddenly his stomach churned, forcing him to grab the roadside trash can and vomit profusely.

The next moment, a lightning bolt struck from the sky, and he rolled his eyes among the vomit, collapsing to the ground.

...

As the storm descended, only the shells of the spicy crayfish remained in front of Chu River, and his living room was filled to the brim with equipment and dozens of computers. Programs were running their calculations, and as streams of data flashed, the camera shots on the screen became increasingly vivid and complete.

It was clearly animation, yet every detail on each character was meticulously rendered, even the flowing wrinkles on fluttering clothes so smooth.