On time the next day, he met Old Ma at the railway station.
Hodge was about to retire, but this time he could only attend as an assistant. He didn’t feel embarrassed and reminded, “Dr. Yip, I have participated in the Chinese traditional medicine seminar three times, and I benefited a lot each time. I hope you can climb the peak this time.”
This time Brucille was basically pushing his duck to the wall. He never thought about it.
The reason why he agreed was not because he had a crush on the two hundred thousand taels of silver. On one hand, he came to Jiang City to appease his father-in-law; on the other hand, he wanted to avoid Melissa.
By the Huangpu River, the scenery of Jiang City was pleasant and there were high-rise buildings. There were more than 20 million residents. The sea, land, and air traffic systems here could take you to somewhere else in the world.
The taxi driver was very enthusiastic and accompanied them all the way to Songjiang Hotel, a five-star hotel.
Brucille walked to the front desk and said loudly, “Hello, lady. Brucille, from the People’s Hospital of Spring River City City, has already booked a room.”
“Okay, please provide your identification information.”
After confirming the identity information, Brucille quickly got the room card and walked to the elevator with Old Ma.
“Alas, young man, could you do me a favor?”
When Brucille turned around and left the reception desk, he heard a vigorous voice. Looking back, it was a gray-haired man.
However, he was in high spirits, with beads of sweat on his forehead, a warm smile on his face, and two big boxes beside him.
Brucille put his backpack on his back and walked toward his uncle.
“Sir, you carry so much luggage all by yourself. Which room do you live in? I’ll help you send it.”
“Alas, there were originally two people, but my student has something to do. My name is Yang Mingguang. What’s your name, young man?”
“Uncle Yang, right? I’m Brucille, let’s go…”
Brucille almost twisted his waist when he picked up the big box. He even wondered if it was a corpse inside and why it felt so heavy.
Brucille returned only after sending Yang Mingguang to his room.
Dean Ma was used to not eating at night, but the young Brucille certainly couldn’t stand it. Besides, it was his first time to Jiang City, so he had to experience the local customs.
Especially the nightlife. He heard that there were beauties by the river. How could he miss it?
She changed into casual clothes and walked out of the elevator like a wild horse with its reins off, ready to fly.
Seeing that the electric glass door was about to close, he flashed and rushed out. But when he passed through the gap, he found a woman coming toward him. It was too late, so he directly hit the pretty woman.
“Ah… ”
If it weren’t for Brucille’s extraordinary skills, the pretty woman would have been knocked to the back of her head, and her brains might have burst to the ground.
After she screamed, Brucille used his strong hands to hold the woman’s butt and back, so that she could avoid the disaster of brain matter.
After a few steps on the back steps, he finally stabilized his body.
Brucille looked at the beauty in his arms and said apologetically, “Sorry, Miss, I didn’t mean it.”
Xu Meiqian spilled all the milk tea in her hand. Her pink dress was dyed brown. Most importantly, her breast was wet, and her underwear was half-naked.
Brucille looked at the beautiful woman in high heels and long slender legs. At this time, her face was ruddy and he even felt her heartbeat. Suddenly, he had a feeling of impulse.
Xu Meiqian’s anger was ignited in an instant. She suddenly pushed Brucille away and said, gnashing her teeth, “You’re so unreasonable. You’re so uneducated. You’re not a child. Get out of my way.”
At this time, Brucille discovered that he was still holding him, and he said impolitely, “Sorry, I saw that he was going to shut down, so I sped up. I didn’t expect…”
“Shut up. It’s so strange. You’re a country bumpkin. The electric door is connected to you. Don’t you understand?”
“Well, Miss, I really didn’t mean it. How about, I wash the clothes for you?”
Xu Meiqian’s beautiful eyes were full of hatred. She said fiercely, “Get out of my way. Shame on you. Who are you, washing clothes for a woman?”
Seeing the woman enter the hotel without looking back, he thought she must also live here.
Smelling the aroma on his chest, he left with a bitter smile.
The road at the door was called Songjiang Road. He turned on his mobile phone and checked the vicinity. There was a good-sounding bar 150 meters ahead.
The decoration was very strange, as if he had entered hell. He came to the side of the drinking guy.
“Handsome, a glass of liquor for adding liquor.”
“Okay, sir!”
A minute later, a cup of gold wine was placed on the table. “Sir, your wine is a little choking.”
He picked up the cup and sniffed it. He could smell the scent of blueberry.
The music was very high-spirited, and there were also fascinating dancers. Those dancers who only wore bikinis led the atmosphere to the peak again and again.
There was a middle-aged man in a blue tie in the crowd, who successfully attracted Brucille’s attention. He spoke with fervor and assurance. The long braid behind his head reminded Brucille of the literati and ink tramps in the Qing Dynasty.
It could be seen that he was an artist. In Brucille’s impression, artists were untidy and ordinary beards were longer than hair.
But this blue tie seemed to have a unique flavor. Maybe he noticed that Brucille was also paying attention to him, so he held up his glass and came over.
“Little brother, it seems that you are very interested in me.”
“I’m just a little interested in your hair. It’s a bit beyond my expectation.”
The man smiled and said, “I’m not Wei Xiaobao. In fact, I’m a painter who majors in modern art. It’s very abstract like Van Gogh’s.”
Hearing this, Brucille knew that the older brother in front of him was not a real artist. Van Gogh’s works were the opposite of the abstract.
“Haha, is that so? He’s really something.”
With a burst of embarrassed laughter, he sent off this artist surnamed Huang.
After a while, he saw this modern artist walking into the alley with a young and beautiful girl in his arms…
“You’re here too?”
Brucille stretched his neck, wanting to see what sparks would appear between the fake artist and the young and beautiful woman.
The sudden voice behind him almost made him fall to the ground.
He saw this face through the membrane, and then he mobilized over five million brain cells to quickly recall where this woman had seen him before.
“I remember. I almost bumped into you at Songjiang Hotel. I didn’t expect you to come to the bar to drink. I’ll treat you to a drink. What do you want to drink?”
“Just one bottle of Lafite.”
Brucille snapped his fingers and called the waiter, “Handsome, a bottle of Lafite. It’s not made in 1982. It’s just fresh.”
“You’re so stingy.”
Xu Meiqian was unsatisfied with his behavior, but she still said, “For Lafite’s sake, I forgive you. Let’s get to know each other, Xu Meiqian.”