CHAPTER 109: 107, BROTHER FENG? ARRANGE FOR SOMEONE? HAPPY AND LAUGH?

Little Overlord Porridge Shop.

This was a porridge shop near Workers Stadium’s Center.

At this moment, Chen Dali looked at the few friends who had arrived, his expression stiff. "Li Xue, come over here with me."

Li Xue was one of the young women Chen Dali had invited to the bar. He had instructed Li Xue to invite another young woman as well, to be Lin Xiaoyun’s female companion. Li Xue did indeed bring another woman, but that woman came with a male companion; the two were obviously a couple.

Isn’t this just exasperating? Chen Dali thought. If he had been the one organizing this gathering, he might have grudgingly accepted such a situation. However, Luofeng was the host this time. This development was a clear slap in Chen Dali’s face.

Luofeng had also noticed the issue. But, as I was just thinking, we happened to be short two people, he mused. And now this? Isn’t this a case of a pillow appearing just when you’re feeling sleepy?

"What’s going on? What are you two whispering about?" Luofeng interjected, seeing Chen Dali was about to lose his temper with Li Xue. "A couple has arrived, isn’t that great?"

After speaking, Luofeng looked at Lin Xiaoyun and said, "Tonight, I’ll treat everyone to drinks. But as for this meal of porridge, you guys can figure it out!"

Lin Xiaoyun immediately chimed in, "I’ll get it, I’ll get it." For a bill of just a few hundred yuan, Lin Xiaoyun was naturally happy to cover it.

Luofeng then turned to Chen Dali. "Brother Dali, who is everyone? Please make some introductions. I’m new here and don’t know so many handsome men and beautiful women. But since they’re your friends, Brother Dali, they’re my friends too." Luofeng spoke with an air of camaraderie, showing Chen Dali plenty of respect.

Chen Dali’s expression softened considerably at this, and he immediately began the introductions.

The young woman he had asked Li Xue to invite was, well, Li Xue herself. She and Chen Dali weren’t a couple, but their interactions often resembled those of one. To put it simply, they were friends with benefits.

The three people Li Xue brought with her included a young man named Ma Jian. Like Luofeng, he was dressed in Gucci from head to toe, but his were mostly entry-level, basic items. Furthermore, his shoes looked somewhat dirty and worn. Could it be that this was his only pair of Gucci, worn all the time? Luofeng wondered.

The other two young women were named Su Linlin and Cao Lulu. Luofeng glanced at their "desire profiles." Su Linlin had a natural attractiveness score of 79; with makeup, she appeared to be around an 89. She was certainly enough to pique the interest of an average man. Cao Lulu’s actual score was 82, and with makeup, she exuded a bit of a goddess-like aura.

Of course, if they were to lie down and beg me, and if I were truly that desperate, I might consider it, Luofeng thought. They both have decent figures, after all.

For women, figure is paramount; facial features are just a bonus. A perfect figure combined with above-average looks, enhanced by makeup, would be considered a knockout by most men. Not to mention, add some black stockings and high heels, or Bai Si, JK uniforms, and the like, and a man’s appetite could be instantly aroused.

This is why Luofeng had once said that true beauties—genuinely true beauties—are actually rarer than millionaires. A perfect figure and striking looks are incredibly hard to find together. The reason one might think beautiful women are common is that many diet to stay slim, and then with makeup, they become quite appealing.

But am I in such a desperate situation? Luofeng pondered. If I were really that desperate, getting involved with Bai Ningbing might take some effort, but surely not too much, right?

"Let’s go, let’s go! Xiaoyun, pay the bill so we can head to the bar and liven things up!" Luofeng said, checking the time. It was almost seven o’clock.

Because Li Xue had brought a young woman who already had a boyfriend, everyone was standing around awkwardly, which wasn’t ideal.

Of course, the stunning Duanmu Yunji had also arrived, but none of the other young women or men seemed willing to stand too close to her. She was 1.76 meters tall and wore sexy high heels with red soles and black uppers. It was enough to make anyone else feel outshone.

Soon, everyone left the porridge shop. Chen Dali deliberately lagged behind, apparently wanting to say something to Luofeng. Duanmu Yunji, ever perceptive, pretended to look at her phone, giving the two men space to talk.

"I’m really sorry about this, Brother Luo Feng," Chen Dali began, looking towards Cao Lulu and Ma Jian up ahead. "This has turned into a real mess. I’ll treat everyone at the bar tonight. Damn it, are they deliberately trying to annoy me?"

"No, no, Brother Dali, it’s really no problem. We’re all friends here." Actually, Luofeng thought, a woman like Cao Lulu, as I just assessed, is someone I could ’partake of’ if I were truly famished. She might not be a main course, but she’d be a decent dessert. But I don’t need to. So, whether she came with a boyfriend or not, does it really make a difference to me?

"It’s not that..." Chen Dali wanted to say that Ma Jian was all show and no substance, but since Luofeng didn’t seem to mind, he decided to let it go.

The group quickly made their way from the porridge shop to the bar. Chen Dali had already contacted the manager there.

Upon their arrival, a sales manager in a suit emerged, smiling. "Brother Dali, Brother Xiaoyun, welcome!"

Chen Dali stepped forward first to make an introduction. "This is my younger brother, Luo Feng."

"Hello, Brother Feng, my name is Xiaoyong," the manager, Zhang Shunyong, said. "If you have any requests, Brother Feng, please let me know. We have plenty of beautiful young ladies here." Zhang Shunyong didn’t know Luofeng’s preferences, but men generally shared one common interest: women. And a bar, arguably, was where one could find the highest concentration of beautiful women in the world.

Working in the bar, Zhang Shunyong could immediately tell that Luofeng possessed an extraordinary aura. His attire was also top-tier. As for luxury goods, many people might try to flaunt them, but clothes worth fifty or sixty thousand yuan? Would someone wearing that need to try hard to show off? Usually, those who felt the need to flaunt wealth only bought entry-level items. Who buys an Audi R8 just for the brand name? It’s those who buy a BMW X1 who are after the brand for bragging rights.

Ma Jian, however, seemed to be completely ignored by the sales manager, who didn’t even spare him a proper glance.

"Hello, there are eight or nine of us today. Please arrange something suitable," Luofeng said to Zhang Shunyong.

"Brother Feng, please come inside," Zhang Shunyong replied. "I recommend a large booth. From there, you can not only see our daily main show but it will also reflect your distinguished status, Brother Feng. If you’d like, we can also arrange for our ’atmosphere team’ to come and liven things up for you. Of course, they’re all Muyu, the presentable kind." As he spoke, Zhang Shunyong observed everyone’s expressions, trying to discern who was footing the bill so he would know who to focus on.

Luofeng didn’t even ask about the minimum charge for the large booth. He simply said, "Alright, let’s go with your recommendation. As for the atmosphere team, we won’t need them. Xiaoyong, you’re not being very observant, are you? We’ve already brought our own young ladies. Aren’t you just trying to stir up trouble?"

Facing Luofeng’s teasing, Zhang Shunyong quickly apologized. "You’re right, Brother Feng. I spoke without thinking. This way, please. I’ll take you to the large booth."