I Have A Sickness Chapter 7

1.7   Second master Wei's fan
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Before he followed Wei Zhichen into the box, Hao Ritian had the attendant at the hallway return to his post in the lobby, and let the waiter who served him before return and do his own thing, also giving away the opened bottle of red wine to him.

After issuing his commands, he followed behind Wei Zhichen into the box.

The moment the door of the box was pushed open, a voice wailing like a ghost and howling like a wolf pierced his eardrums, giving Hao Ritian a headache and making him click his tongue in response. He gave a rough sweep of his eyes and saw a convivial man holding a microphone and howling. On the sofas on either side of him sat a number of impeccably attired ‘successful men'. There were around seven to eight people, consisting mostly of mature men in their thirties. They looked prestigious and had companions by their sides.

There were also a few older gents who appeared to be in their forties or fifties. They too were quite good-looking and gave off a scholarly businessman aura. Beside them, similarly sat people waiting on them, but who were at the very least, not too seedy. Food such as wine and fruits were spread out in front of them. Occasionally, they would be fed by the person next to them but more often, they were toasting to each other.

Hao Ritian locked his sight on Yan Yongan straight away. Although Yan Yongan was very much a sc.u.m in his eyes, he wasn't hard on the eyes. Even though he was middle aged, he still maintained himself and knew how to dress well. If that weren't the case, he wouldn't have caught mother Yan's fancy at the beginning.

A young woman sat next to him. The woman looked gentle and soft, the same type as Yuan Wenyu, but much younger and fresher. Hao Ritian sneered—it looked like Yan Yongan was really into this type. Even when playing, he would choose these kinds.

Wei Zhichen opened the door and entered. The people in the box naturally looked over at him. The man singing also stopped. But just as he was about to speak, he saw Hao Ritian come out from behind Wei Zhichen. He was astonished and teased, “Yo, president Wei, where did this little beauty come from?”

He didn't move the microphone in his hand away when he spoke. His voice was loud enough for everyone in the box to hear him crystal clear.

Like a shot, everyone's eyes honed in on Hao Ritian.
　　
This was the first time second master Wei had ever personally brought someone with him. Most of the people in the box were a part of the elite social circle of the imperial capital. They were very clear about his extreme fastidiousness. To be able to get him to bring him over himself, this feat alone was enough to garner sidelong glances at him.

Among them, Yan Yongan's eyeb.a.l.l.s were about to pop out from staring. His hands shook and he spilled some red wine. Luckily for him, no one was paying attention to him at that moment.

However, his eyes were dead set on the youth standing next to second master Wei. It was that d.a.m.ned son of his who bolted after making a scene at home the previous day. He paid a large price to come here today. Even though most of the people here were a lot younger than him, and he had to act like a grandson in front of them, he was nevertheless happy that he could be here; this was a great opportunity to expand his connections. So long as he appeared before these big figures, would he still be troubled about whether he could do business?

So he had been walking on eggsh.e.l.ls all night, afraid that he would provoke someone, yet enduring this hardship gladly.
　
But never in his wildest dreams would he imagine seeing his eldest son in a place like this—and for his son to be with second master Wei, no less. It was second master Wei, one of the most important figures in the empire. Those in the box were also definitely proud sons of the heavens, how did his d.a.m.n useless son manage to obtain a connection with the other party?

Wei Zhichen had already led Hao Ritian to a seat by then. Hao Ritian was not repulsed from being referred to as a little beauty. No matter how frivolous that address seemed, he completely took it as the other person complimenting him. Master Hao only listened to what he wanted to hear and understood what he wanted to understand.

Right now, he was playing a teenager who hasn't seen much of the world and is somewhat overly cautious and docile. He liked this challenge.

As for Yan Yongan, he simply disregarded him like s.h.i.t which he would even abhor for dirtying his shoes when stepped on.

Too bad he wanted to ignore somebody, but a certain somebody wouldn't necessarily ignore him. Yan Yongan saw that second master Wei held a pretty good att.i.tude towards Yan Q, and inwardly thought that this was a great chance for the Yan family he seized to scale to new heights.
　　
After steadying his thoughts, he shot Hao Ritian an affectionate but helpless look, “Qiqi, how come you aren't saying h.e.l.lo to dad? Are you still mad at dad?”

The moment his words left his mouth, the people in the box were in an immediate uproar.

The man who just sang had put the microphone down and was sitting opposite to Wei Zhichen. Hearing his words, he raised his eyebrows and looked at Yan Yongan, “This little beauty is president Yan's son?”

Like Wei Zhichen, he called them both by president, but the weight they carried were tremendously different. You could tell just by listening to the man's casual tone, the difference in how he treated Wei Zhichen and Yan Yongan.

This was the first time this president Xiao had spoken to him since entering this box. The club here was owned by this president Xiao. The Xiao family was likewise one of the super families in the imperial capital, and the capital only had five super families in total. One could imagine the weight they all possessed.

Once he heard president Xiao addressing him, Yan Yongan mustered all his strength to restrain himself from being too hasty. He knew these young masters of ill.u.s.trious families didn't look well on those who rushed over with ulterior motives, as they felt that their status would be lowered. Don't merely look at the fact that Yan Yongan was a sc.u.mbag. He was quite thoroughgoing when it came to business and interpersonal relations.

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Before he followed Wei Zhichen into the box, Hao Ritian had the attendant at the hallway return to his post in the lobby, and let the waiter who served him before return and do his own thing, also giving away the opened bottle of red wine to him.

After issuing his commands, he followed behind Wei Zhichen into the box.

The moment the door of the box was pushed open, a voice wailing like a ghost and howling like a wolf pierced his eardrums, giving Hao Ritian a headache and making him click his tongue in response. He gave a rough sweep of his eyes and saw a convivial man holding a microphone and howling. On the sofas on either side of him sat a number of impeccably attired ‘successful men'. There were around seven to eight people, consisting mostly of mature men in their thirties. They looked prestigious and had companions by their sides.

There were also a few older gents who appeared to be in their forties or fifties. They too were quite good-looking and gave off a scholarly businessman aura. Beside them, similarly sat people waiting on them, but who were at the very least, not too seedy. Food such as wine and fruits were spread out in front of them. Occasionally, they would be fed by the person next to them but more often, they were toasting to each other.

Hao Ritian locked his sight on Yan Yongan straight away. Although Yan Yongan was very much a sc.u.m in his eyes, he wasn't hard on the eyes. Even though he was middle aged, he still maintained himself and knew how to dress well. If that weren't the case, he wouldn't have caught mother Yan's fancy at the beginning.

A young woman sat next to him. The woman looked gentle and soft, the same type as Yuan Wenyu, but much younger and fresher. Hao Ritian sneered—it looked like Yan Yongan was really into this type. Even when playing, he would choose these kinds.

Wei Zhichen opened the door and entered. The people in the box naturally looked over at him. The man singing also stopped. But just as he was about to speak, he saw Hao Ritian come out from behind Wei Zhichen. He was astonished and teased, “Yo, president Wei, where did this little beauty come from?”

He didn't move the microphone in his hand away when he spoke. His voice was loud enough for everyone in the box to hear him crystal clear.

Like a shot, everyone's eyes honed in on Hao Ritian.
　　
This was the first time second master Wei had ever personally brought someone with him. Most of the people in the box were a part of the elite social circle of the imperial capital. They were very clear about his extreme fastidiousness. To be able to get him to bring him over himself, this feat alone was enough to garner sidelong glances at him.

Among them, Yan Yongan's eyeb.a.l.l.s were about to pop out from staring. His hands shook and he spilled some red wine. Luckily for him, no one was paying attention to him at that moment.

However, his eyes were dead set on the youth standing next to second master Wei. It was that d.a.m.ned son of his who bolted after making a scene at home the previous day. He paid a large price to come here today. Even though most of the people here were a lot younger than him, and he had to act like a grandson in front of them, he was nevertheless happy that he could be here; this was a great opportunity to expand his connections. So long as he appeared before these big figures, would he still be troubled about whether he could do business?

So he had been walking on eggsh.e.l.ls all night, afraid that he would provoke someone, yet enduring this hardship gladly.
　
But never in his wildest dreams would he imagine seeing his eldest son in a place like this—and for his son to be with second master Wei, no less. It was second master Wei, one of the most important figures in the empire. Those in the box were also definitely proud sons of the heavens, how did his d.a.m.n useless son manage to obtain a connection with the other party?

Wei Zhichen had already led Hao Ritian to a seat by then. Hao Ritian was not repulsed from being referred to as a little beauty. No matter how frivolous that address seemed, he completely took it as the other person complimenting him. Master Hao only listened to what he wanted to hear and understood what he wanted to understand.

Right now, he was playing a teenager who hasn't seen much of the world and is somewhat overly cautious and docile. He liked this challenge.

As for Yan Yongan, he simply disregarded him like s.h.i.t which he would even abhor for dirtying his shoes when stepped on.

Too bad he wanted to ignore somebody, but a certain somebody wouldn't necessarily ignore him. Yan Yongan saw that second master Wei held a pretty good att.i.tude towards Yan Q, and inwardly thought that this was a great chance for the Yan family he seized to scale to new heights.
　　
After steadying his thoughts, he shot Hao Ritian an affectionate but helpless look, “Qiqi, how come you aren't saying h.e.l.lo to dad? Are you still mad at dad?”

The moment his words left his mouth, the people in the box were in an immediate uproar.

The man who just sang had put the microphone down and was sitting opposite to Wei Zhichen. Hearing his words, he raised his eyebrows and looked at Yan Yongan, “This little beauty is president Yan's son?”

Like Wei Zhichen, he called them both by president, but the weight they carried were tremendously different. You could tell just by listening to the man's casual tone, the difference in how he treated Wei Zhichen and Yan Yongan.

This was the first time this president Xiao had spoken to him since entering this box. The club here was owned by this president Xiao. The Xiao family was likewise one of the super families in the imperial capital, and the capital only had five super families in total. One could imagine the weight they all possessed.

Once he heard president Xiao addressing him, Yan Yongan mustered all his strength to restrain himself from being too hasty. He knew these young masters of ill.u.s.trious families didn't look well on those who rushed over with ulterior motives, as they felt that their status would be lowered. Don't merely look at the fact that Yan Yongan was a sc.u.mbag. He was quite thoroughgoing when it came to business and interpersonal relations.

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