But to be honest, Luo Chao is truly a rare talent. What is most lacking in the 21st century? Talent!
I really don't know how much more this cheap husband has up his sleeve. Ning Wanxi shook her head—she found him increasingly inscrutable.
At this mont, the elegant proprietress of the seafood restaurant gracefully approached and said to Luo Chao with a smile, "Sorry to interrupt, but sir, would you be interested in working for ? I'm willing to pay a high salary, and you don't have to do anything except be a translator."
"How high is the salary?" Lanya curiously asked on behalf of Luo Chao.
The proprietress thought for a mont and said, "Annual salary of 500,000!"
500,000! Everyone was taken aback. The ministers of Tengyuan Group didn't make much more than 500,000, yet this proprietress was willing to offer such a high price to hire Luo Chao for an incredibly easy translation job.
What they didn't know was that this seafood restaurant hosted nurous foreign guests every year. Due to language barriers, there had been many unpleasant incidents, and they had lost many custors. So, 500,000 was actually a good deal for a foreign voice.
Lanya laughed, "Luo Chao, how about it? An annual salary of 500,000 is nearly 10 tis your current wage."
At this mont, Ning Wanxi was quietly eating seafood, appearing unconcerned, but her heart was eagerly awaiting Luo Chao's response. And at this ti, Luo Chao spoke, "Sorry, I'm not interested in this job."
The proprietress was briefly stunned, clearly not expecting Luo Chao to refuse. She could tell that those sitting around him all had the air of leaders, except Luo Chao, who seed more approachable. In other words, the ministers didn't seem to take him seriously, suggesting Luo Chao was just a small employee.
"Well, sorry for the interruption." The proprietress smiled apologetically, feeling a bit embarrassed as she failed to poach talent in front of several company leaders, but for talent, she had to try.
The company's ministers, along with Vice President Yan Bingxi, appeared sowhat stunned. An annual salary of 500,000 should be quite tempting for Luo Chao, yet he outright refused.
The ministers, who initially looked down on Luo Chao, now saw him in a different light. They believed that he would surely rise rapidly in Tengyuan Group and decided to curry favor with him. Therefore, they began offering him toasts eagerly.
"Co, Luo Chao, a toast to you!"
"A toast from too!"
"..."
After several rounds of drinks, everyone felt a bit dizzy and dared not drink anymore, yet saw Luo Chao remained unperturbed, as if nothing had happened. But when others toasted him, he would always say, "I can't drink, I'll really get drunk."
However, upon hearing this, even the female ministers enthusiastically toasted him, eager to see Luo Chao get drunk, driven by everyone's mischievous intentions, even Lanya couldn't resist toasting him twice, hoping for him to make a fool of himself.
But contrary to their wishes, the surprising thing was that every ti Luo Chao claid he couldn't drink anymore, he continued to drink, showing no sign of intoxication.
Everyone felt a chill down their spine. This "pretend to be a pig to eat a tiger" was just too ruthlessly executed, and they felt they were truly the ones who couldn't drink anymore. Even taking turns, they couldn't get him drunk. Could a person really drink so much?
Luo Chao's lips curled mischievously, thinking that even with a table full of n, they couldn't outdrink him, much less when most were won.
"Enough, enough, this Luo Chao is too much of a show-off, I can't take it." Yan Bingxi hollered loudly, shooting a disdainful glance at Luo Chao and decisively emptied his glass.
Everyone couldn't help but admire Luo Chao once again—he was indeed a god of wine.
Ning Wanxi, who didn't touch a drop of alcohol, watched Luo Chao with a clear mind. Today was supposed to be her birthday, but the protagonist had beco him, and he was stealing the show.
Lanya, having drunk a few glasses, looked even more charming with her flushed cheeks. At this mont, she called a waiter over, "Waiter, we have a birthday star today. Aren't you giving us a bowl of longevity noodles?"
"Sure, I'll have the chef prepare one right away." The waiter, having been stunned by Ning Wanxi's beauty, noticed all eyes were on her, assuming this great beauty must be the birthday girl.
"Hey beautiful, why not let cook so noodles for you?" After the waiter left, a drunken man suddenly approached and lecherously said to Ning Wanxi in broken Huaxia language.
Everyone looked at him. He was around 30, with pale skin and fierce eyes, and the most noticeable feature was the two bushy mustaches on his lips—Japanese!
Due to certain reasons, people from Huaxia Country are quite averse to Japanese, and his vulgar words instantly aroused public anger. As if things couldn't move quicker, Ning Wanxi directly grabbed a bottle from the table and threw it over.
With a snap, the Japanese man effortlessly caught the bottle—a remarkable skill!
The Japanese man chuckled, "What a spicy little flower, I like it!"
"Bang!" Ning Wanxi, in a fury, imdiately stood up fiercely and delivered a whip kick across, but the Japanese man just lightly blocked with his arm, effortlessly deflecting her kick. One of his big hands swiftly reached for her chest—and it was fast, like he was definitely going to grope her.
Such an amazing Japanese man! Everyone was amazed, angry, but dared not intervene. It was obvious this Japanese guy was a master; this great beauty was in trouble.
Ning Wanxi's pretty face turned pale, thinking she was about to be taken advantage of, when a shadow flashed, and with a boom, a fist like a sandbag ca crashing—a master! The Japanese man's pupils shrank and he withdrew his hand, countering with a punch. Their fists collided with a thud, and the Japanese man was knocked back with a punch, flying through the air.
With a thud, he crashed heavily to the ground. Just as Luo Chao was about to follow up, a cold gleam flashed, and Luo Chao caught a sword sheath in mid-air with a steady grip, his palm trembling slightly from the force. Such strength! He realized there was an even more formidable expert present.
To bully my wife is courting death. Luo Chao wouldn't kill the Japanese man, but he would ensure he suffers greatly. However, the formidable presence behind him threw the sword sheath with a chilling killing intent, and as though a flying knife, it hit its mark unfailingly. Such experts were truly rare.
Luo Chao looked vigilantly as a shadow erged from behind the injured Japanese man, helped him up, and smiled slightly, "Junichi, how could you be so rude? We should treat our neighbors with courtesy."
"I understand, Uncle." Yamamoto Junichi nodded heavily and looked at Luo Chao with eyes full of sinister killing intent.
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