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Chapter 151 Subway Talent Performance (Asking for Monthly Pass! Thanks for the Reward!)

Chapter 151: 151 Subway Talent Performance (Asking for Monthly Pass! Thanks for the Reward!)

East Port is actually not close to East University.

Moreover, the traffic situation in East Sea has always left something to be desired, and with the popularity of Director Zhou, it’s a given that the roads around the stadium will be 100% congested at that time.

So Li Shuru and Jiang Chen set off from the school after dinner at 5:30 pm without driving.

In big cities, public transportation is often more convenient than driving.

To get from East University to East Port Sports Stadium, they needed to take Line 4, transfer to Line 8 in between, and then take another three stops.

As an international metropolis, East Sea has a permanent population of over 20 million. Now, in the evening rush hour, when Jiang Chen and Li Shuru boarded the subway, it was naturally without any seats.

"Let’s go over there,"

The two moved to the corner of the car. To prevent jostling, Jiang Chen used his body to shield Li Shuru inside, displaying the chivalry expected of a gentleman,

Whether it was because the subway was too crowded or for some other reason, the space around the two of them felt particularly tight, with glances from various directions, some furtive, some blatantly staring at Li Shuru through Jiang Chen.

This was the unavoidable trouble of being beautiful; attention followed wherever she went.

"Do you have a mask?"

Li Shuru asked.

"No."

Jiang Chen clearly understood what she meant and said with a wry smile, "Even if you wore a mask, it would be the same."

Li Shuru was wearing a pure white sweatshirt at the time, with a pink jacket over it, and a white skirt edged with red fabric below, showcasing her long, smooth, eye-catching legs, paired with white sneakers and long socks, bursting with youthful allure and enticingly hot.

Could a mask really cover that up?

Jiang Chen remembered that she was not wearing this outfit at noon.

The subway, unlike a bus, rode smoothly, but couldn’t withstand the constant pressure of people squeezing their way toward them. Under external force, Jiang Chen inadvertently moved closer and closer to Li Shuru, almost pressing against her.

The warm and moist breath reached him.

Although Li Shuru simply lowered her head without saying anything, Jiang Chen felt a bit embarrassed; he didn’t want to be misunderstood as taking advantage intentionally.

So, gripping the handrail, he moved back with force. When he turned his head, Jiang Chen saw that the ones squeezing most aggressively were two men around thirty years old, with meticulously combed hair—how to describe them?—they were the kind that wanted to seem like bosses, but one look at their suits revealed they were on the cheaper side.

When they caught Jiang Chen’s gaze, they glared back at him in a threatening manner.

Initially, Jiang Chen was somewhat puzzled, but he soon realized what was happening.

Being a "Flower Guardian," one indeed had to be prepared for hostile stares.

"I knew we should have driven."

He retracted his gaze and sighed softly.

"Wasn’t it you who said taking the subway was convenient?"

"Brother Song, if this business deal goes through, we’ll make at least a few small goals, right? How are you planning to spend it?"

The two men started chatting up a storm.

Brother Song, slightly older, replied without hesitation, in a nonchalant tone, "First, I’ll change my car."

Because they were very close, practically right beside them, and the two men didn’t lower their voices, Jiang Chen and Li Shuru, as well as the people around them, heard everything loud and clear.

"Didn’t you just buy your Audi A7 not long ago? You want to change it again?"

"The A7 just doesn’t feel exciting enough to drive."

"Then, Brother Song, what car are you planning to get? A Maserati?"

Brother Song scoffed with a smile, "The class of a Maserati is still a bit low, it’s got to be a Lamborghini at least."

"A Lamborghini?"

The guy’s eyes bulged like a comedian playing a sidekick, with an exaggerated expression, "Brother Song, wouldn’t that be a bit too showy?"

The two played off each other as if no one else was around, as if performing a comedic duo act.

Jiang Chen listened in silence, exchanging a glance with Li Shuru without saying a word.

"Life is about enjoying the moment, what’s the point of making money if not to spend it?"

Brother Song’s smile was unabashedly proud, "You’ve been working hard recently. Landing this deal, you’ve played a part too. Tell me quickly what you want; such opportunities are rare."

"Brother Song, then I really have to think about it!"

"You have three seconds, three, two..."

"Wait, wait, Brother Song, I want a private jet, I want a private jet."

Jiang Chen was fine, just thinking that if these two pulled out a QR code, he’d definitely have to scan and pay them something – after all, this was talent, not something to enjoy for free.

But Li Shuru’s red lips trembled, barely holding back her laughter.

Jiang Chen silently signaled her with his eyes to restrain herself.

Li Shuru tried her best to purse her lips, unable to help but look up at the two blowhards.

Brother Song, who was covertly observing their reactions and had successfully caught the beauty’s attention, got more excited and scolded, "How come you don’t understand finance? A private jet looks good but isn’t practical; you won’t use it more than a few times a year. With that money, you could buy dozens of shops in the CBD. Then your sons and grandsons will be landlords for generations."

"Pfft..."

A girl nearby couldn’t hold back and laughed out loud.

This girl, probably new to the workforce, still carried a hint of youthful innocence on her young face. When the two blowhards looked at her, she quickly covered her mouth, clearly embarrassed.

The two men didn’t bother her; after all, she was only laughing. There wasn’t any law that said you couldn’t laugh on the subway, just as there wasn’t a law against bragging.

They continued their grandiloquent discussion, from buying dozens of shops in the CBD to expanding into overseas markets, to having dinner with Buffett... The two of them kept chatting away nonstop from East University station all the way to Fuhua East Road.

Jiang Chen glanced at the information screen letting him know the next stop was for transferring lines.

"Did you hear about that boss on Starlight who got fined hundreds of thousands for bragging?" he asked Li Shuru in a voice that was neither loud nor soft.

"Yeah, I think it was a makeup seller who claimed he could make 1.5 billion in one night, but ended up being fined 200,000."

The previously talkative pair finally shut up and turned to look at Jiang Chen who had his back to them, their eyes emitting a fierce glare as if they were about to pick a fight.

At that moment, the subway announcement rang out.

"We’re approaching Xinjieko. Passengers transferring to Line 8, please alight at this station."

The subway began slowing down, arriving at the station.

Jiang Chen, protecting Li Shuru, squeezed towards the door, passing the two men as if suddenly receiving a phone call, lifting his phone to his ear.

"Hello, yep, it’s me, I’m almost at Xinjieko. Bring over those five hundred guys."

"Guns? No need for guns, just bring the knives. Yes, the same ones who were bragging in front of me last time. When we meet them, go straight for the mouth."

The two men were instantly stunned.

The subway doors opened.

Li Shuru hurried out, finally unable to suppress her laughter any longer, no longer able to maintain her cool goddess persona from school, she clutched her stomach and bent over laughing uproariously.

Jiang Chen followed out calmly, slipping his phone into his pocket.

"Damn it, stop right there!"

The two men snapped back to reality and tried to push through the crowd to chase, but the subway doors had already closed.

All they could do was gnash their teeth through the glass.