CHAPTER 1584: CHAPTER 1636: EVERYONE’S ’GOOD INTENTIONS

Because the man who walked in came alone, Zhao Yi immediately recognized his Armani suit and pricey shoes. This was the look of a wealthy person, Zhao Yi thought, feeling a hint of excitement. She was here today not to accompany someone impoverished like Li Yifei but to look for a Mr. Tall, Rich and Handsome. If she caught his eye, she could live a life of being financially supported, and wouldn’t have to struggle so hard in Capital City.

At the very least, all she’d need to do is spread her legs and please a man without frequently changing partners.

So, upon seeing this newcomer, Zhao Yi couldn’t sit still.

Yan Silong stood up and warmly greeted the newcomer, intentionally inviting him over to introduce him to Li Yifei, saying, "Old Captain, this here’s my best buddy. His father is a Deputy Bureau leader, and now he’s doing foreign trade himself, very successful, worth tens of millions."

"Yueyang, this is my old captain from the army. He’s retired now, but still has a temper. Today, he got ripped off by a black cab driver and ended up beating up six or seven of them, fortunately without big trouble. We just got back, thought we’d call a few people to celebrate."

With those few words, Yan Silong revealed Li Yifei’s background to the late Yueyang, seemingly on the surface, not much, but for Yueyang, it was different; he at once understood Li Yifei’s identity and status.

Li Yifei smiled at Yan Silong and simply sat down. Seeing this, Yueyang said nothing, but smiled back, saying, "Next time you have such trouble, find me. I also despise black cab drivers. Once, for a four-kilometer ride, they asked for thirty bucks. It’s not about the money, but rather holding that anger in is sickening."

People around laughed aloud, with someone jeering, "Why didn’t you just go at it then, waiting until now?"

Yueyang took his seat, saying, "I’m good at verbal sparring, not as much with fists."

Once everyone was present, Yan Silong started coordinating the serving of dishes and beginning the meal. At this point, Zhao Yi grabbed her bag, stood up, and went to the restroom with Xiaohua. After a few minutes, Xiaohua returned to her seat while Zhao Yi went straight to Yueyang and sat beside him.

Earlier, Zhao Yi didn’t go to the restroom, but rather asked Xiaohua about Yueyang’s background. Upon learning that he truly was a millionaire, Zhao Yi’s thoughts were quickly bustling, especially since he hadn’t brought a woman along. Zhao Yi felt it was a great opportunity.

Xiaohua encouraged her too, saying she might as well sit next to him; why stay with that bum? If Yueyang takes a liking to you, wouldn’t your life be much better later on? Anyway, men and women are just like that: if there’s attraction, spread those legs and money comes.

These words gave Zhao Yi great encouragement, so upon returning, Zhao Yi sat right beside Yueyang.

And Li Yifei? His expression didn’t change one bit; he lowered his head, finished the soup in his bowl, placed the spoon on the plate, grabbed a napkin to wipe his mouth, and did everything leisurely, as if he hadn’t seen Zhao Yi move from him to Yueyang.

After raising his head, Li Yifei glanced faintly at Zhao Yi; it was calm, like a still well, but Zhao Yi felt a jolt inside, suddenly quite guilty, thinking she shouldn’t be doing this, even if he wasn’t capable, he hadn’t provoked her, so why treat him this way?

Though thinking this, Zhao Yi didn’t intend to return; having moved, going back now would offend both sides, which is not what a smart woman would do.

Was Zhao Yi smart? Li Yifei lowered his head, glancing at his clothes. He knew those men and women were evaluating his outfit, perhaps thinking he looked ordinary, but Li Yifei was aware none of his clothes were cheap. Especially now when the women in his family were fiercely dressing him up; the Li family has their boutique with top-notch fabrics and famous designers, making it difficult for these outfits to be inexpensive.

In comparison, those successful people across, wearing Versace or Armani, couldn’t truly compare to Li Yifei’s attire.

Yueyang and Zhao Yi leaned close, chatting a few words, showing smiles on both faces, especially Yueyang, whose eyes kept glancing at Zhao Yi’s neckline. She was dressed scantily today, and if not careful, you could see two hemispheres, though silicone-enhanced inside, still enticing from the outside.

Li Yifei was the only one without a female companion; others were either serving dishes for theirs or being attentively served, occasionally pouring drinks, wearing smug expressions as though it befits them.

Li Yifei continued eating and drinking quietly, drinking plenty and eating well, paying no mind to the topics around him, nor caring to mind. Those people believed their level was high, exaggerating their stories as if one was ten; terms like fake or inflated would suit it.

Thus, Li Yifei had no interest; it wasn’t that he was snobby, but would someone who easily throws out a hundred and fifty million US Dollars find the discussions of people worth hundreds of thousands high-minded or meaningful?

Of course, if Yan Silong treated Li Yifei well and normally, Li Yifei wouldn’t behave like this; he was just an ordinary person, wealthy only in recent years, not to the extent of becoming that. Were he really changed, this meal wouldn’t have gone down.

Some did drink with Li Yifei, though mostly to pour down or with a superior attitude, as if saying, "Hey hillbilly, here’s one from me."

Li Yifei silently shook his head, drinking some, only sipping a bit from others.

Yan Silong turned, holding his glass, and spoke to Li Yifei beside him, "Come, Old Captain, let’s drink one, celebrate our reunion after so many years."

Li Yifei raised his glass and said, "Alright."

The two clinked glasses, but Yan Silong didn’t drink immediately. Instead, he said, "I’ve been thinking for a while, and have a suggestion for Old Captain. I think you should stay in Capital City; we have several comrades here too, we could often gather. Plus, if you can’t find work temporarily, I could help. Guarantee a monthly income over ten thousand, enough for living, right?"

Yan Silong’s proposal quieted the surroundings for a moment, then a businessman said, "Old Yan’s spoken, how about joining my company; I’ll pay you ten thousand. The position might be a security chief, which seems quite suitable for your specialty."

Yueyang took his hand off Zhao Yi’s thigh, chuckled, and added, "Old Eight, you’re belittling Silong’s Old Captain, aren’t you? Here’s a special forces elite, and you offer him a security position saying it suits his specialty. Look, I have a night venue manager position. Normally not busy, but when things arise, a capable hands-on action person is necessary. Old Captain, how does it sound?"

Yueyang continued, "The pay will be high, with a basic salary of five or six thousand, performance bonuses adding up to around ten or twenty thousand. If performing well, I’ll equip you with a car."

As Yueyang spoke, others initially ready to ridicule or genuinely offer jobs went quiet; they wouldn’t draw one to two thousand for attracting Li Yifei. It wasn’t necessary after all; what can a retired soldier do? Nowadays, even recent graduates earn just a few thousand a month, some starting with one to two thousand, and those grads are happy about it.

Simply put, there’s no need to use such means to favor someone; better spend that on a mistress for some thrilling sensation instead.

Yan Silong clapped hands, pointing at Yueyang, saying, "This is good; Old Captain, there’s lots to learn here, profit could be more than Yueyang’s mention."

Yueyang laughter cursed, "Get lost; even if so, that’s secrets not spoken!"

"Haha, right, right, at the time, I’ll secretly tell Old Captain!" Yan Silong said.

On the side, Zhao Yi’s eyes shone; her decision proved right, as Yueyang was indeed capable and wealthy, casually promising one or two thousand, offering managerial positions though... a bit lustful. But which man isn’t? Look around at those gents, eating meat as they handle meat. That businessman’s hand already dug in, fingers sparkling without caring, while the lady beside flaunted amorous expressions.

At the moment, Zhao Yi felt immensely correct in her choice, hoping to cling onto Yueyang’s substantial tree, establishing herself in Capital City; she didn’t want to return to her barren hometown.

Not only Zhao Yi thought so, Xiaohua next to Yan Silong glanced at her several times, assessing her decent luck. But men differ too; Yan Silong’s lust was tame, whereas Yueyang’s was different, wishing Zhao Yi luck.

Without mishap, after drinking tonight, Zhao Yi would surely leave with Yueyang; the destination being whether a shaking car or thirty-six styles in a hotel room remains unknown.

Attention focused on Li Yifei, awaiting his response. Having offered good terms, this was considered excellent conditions for a retired soldier; rejecting would seem foolish.

Li Yifei picked up his glass, sipped some white spirit, swallowed, shook his head, and said, "Thank you for your brotherly kindness, but I’ve already settled down at home, my current job is good, not planning to work in Capital City now; I appreciate the intention!"

Compared to others’ ’kindness,’ Yueyang’s job offer was indeed good. Had Li Yifei just retired, he might’ve considered, for one shouldn’t clash with money, right?