CHAPTER 478: 476, BLACK SILK HIGH HEELS DRUNK? WHAT DOES THIS MEAN?

It was about eight o’clock in the morning.

Luofeng arrived in the Southern District.

Parking fees were 20 Yuan an hour, with no upper limit.

That’s what makes the Southern District unique.

Parking spaces in the Southern District are genuinely scarce. Even though real estate prices here are the lowest in Capital City, the parking fees are definitely the highest.

I’ve heard there are parking spots that charge eighty Yuan an hour, which is simply ridiculous.

「Inside the Qin’s Moon Tea House.」

Luofeng ordered a pot of tea and a plate of pastries.

He sent a message to Qin Dingguo on WeChat.

Luofeng chose the location carefully. Since Qin Dingguo was a Sanjiaojiuliu man, Luofeng didn’t pick an upscale place, instead opting for the Southern District, which had the richest old Capital City flavor.

"Qin’s Moon? I know that teahouse. I’ll be there in half an hour!"

Once Luofeng received the reply, he put his phone down and called to the waiter, "Young man, I have a question for you."

"What can I do for you, sir?" the staff member replied.

Old teahouses in Capital City always retained some customary forms of address, like addressing customers as "sir." And regardless of who it was, they always used the respectful form of "you."

"When do your opera performances typically start?"

"The regular schedule is every Saturday afternoon at 2 o’clock. If there’s a special event, we usually post a notice in advance!"

"What if I want to listen spontaneously?"

"For that, you’d need to book the entire venue!"

"And what’s the price?"

The young waiter recognized Luofeng’s high-end attire.

There are distinctions even within the realm of luxury. Carrying a luxury bag, especially an entry-level model, doesn’t necessarily signify wealth. Many people can afford one by scrimping and saving, and they’ll use that same bag for years. But luxury clothing is different. In the luxury world, there’s a saying: those who only use bags may not necessarily be rich, but anyone wearing a full set of luxury clothing is definitely not struggling financially. Especially those who frequently change such outfits; their wealth is even more unfathomable. Of course, this all assumes the clothes are their own and not rented.

Bags are different from clothing. A bag can be used for many years, but clothes can look dated after just a few. Even designer clothes, if worn repeatedly, can become an embarrassment; people might whisper that you can’t afford to buy new ones.

So, the waiter could tell at a glance that Luofeng was financially capable. "Sir, our opera performances vary in price depending on the play! Please wait a moment, I’ll get the catalog for you!"

Luofeng nodded.

In less than three minutes, the waiter brought the catalog over.

It listed operas such as *Single Blade Meeting*, *Shikongzhan*, *Gathering of Heroes*, *Empty City Strategy*, and *The Drunken Beauty*, among others. Plays about the Three Kingdoms period were the most numerous.

"How much is *The Drunken Beauty*?" Luofeng inquired.

"This production is Mr. Mei’s version, a premium one. It requires over ten performers on stage and even more staff backstage. Makeup alone takes two to three hours."

"Just give me the price!"

"If you want to watch today, we can arrange it now for a performance this afternoon. The price is 68,000 Yuan. However, if you allow public ticket sales, the price drops to 50,000 Yuan!"

"Wait a moment!" Luofeng replied and sent a message to Qin Dingguo.

"Bro, I’ve ordered *The Drunken Beauty* here. Do you like it?"

"??????" For a moment, Qin Dingguo thought Luofeng was making a suggestive remark and asked, "Is she pretty?"

"It’s a guy performing, right?"

"Huh?" Qin Dingguo understood. "An opera?"

"What else? Did you think it was some beauty in black silk stockings and high heels, drunk?" Luofeng was speechless. "Do you prefer it quiet or lively?"

"Incredible! An opera that costs tens of thousands? That’s way more expensive than black silk stockings and high heels! This is a real ’Drunken Beauty’!" Qin Dingguo messaged back. "Such high standards just for a meeting? Bro, I’m feeling a bit anxious about this path to wealth you’re on!"

After all, spending tens of thousands just for a meeting?

What kind of partnership were they discussing?

How enormous must the profits be?

"Don’t worry," Luofeng said. "When you get here, you can choose whether to proceed or not. I’m fine either way!"

"Alright then. As for the opera, of course, the livelier the better," Qin Dingguo replied. "Bro, please reserve the front-row seats for me. I’m bringing a few older gentlemen to enjoy the show."

"No problem!"

After putting down his phone, Luofeng told the waiter, "I’ll book *The Drunken Beauty*, and you can sell tickets to the public. However, reserve the front seats for me."

"No problem, sir! I’ll arrange it right away!"

"Then let’s use a card," Luofeng said, taking his Bank Card from his wallet.

To be honest, in this day and age, it’s difficult for traditional arts like Peking Opera to thrive. Young people like Qin Dingguo who enjoy watching opera are probably as rare as beauties on the level of Qin Rubing—one in a million. Most young people who come here to watch are, in reality, often doing so for the sake of pretension, believing they possess a high level of artistic appreciation or something similar.

Once Luofeng’s card payment was successful, the System unexpectedly granted a triple cashback.

Was the System praising him for supporting the national essence?

Luofeng was a bit speechless but gave the System a thumbs up nonetheless.

So, he’d made a net profit of 100,000 Yuan?

Within fifteen minutes, Qin Dingguo arrived. Familiar with the place, he sat down opposite Luofeng. "Thanks, brother!"

"You’re too kind. Last time at Panjiayuan, you helped me make 2 million Yuan. Consider this opera my treat; you’ve earned it."

"Ah, brother, I told you back then—I knew you were a big shot, so I deliberately dragged you in to take the fall with me!"

It had to be said, Luofeng genuinely appreciated such candor.

While the two were talking, the waiter, showing good sense, waited for a pause in their conversation before serving the tea and pastries.

"Another plate of fried pumpkin seeds," Qin Dingguo ordered.

"Right away, sir!"

As the staff member left, Qin Dingguo got straight to the point. "Buddy, I heard you’re going after Honda?"

"Yeah. Do you know how disgusting Honda’s behavior is?" Luofeng asked.

"I’m not entirely clear on that!"

Luofeng unlocked his phone, tapped a few times, and handed it to Qin Dingguo. "Have a look for yourself!"

Soon, Qin Dingguo was looking at the phone.

This was indeed insulting.

Higher safety standards for the West?

Are people from Daxia not considered human, then?

The same cars, yet the safety materials were so drastically reduced?

"Buddy... if what you’re saying is true, that’s a major issue. Safety is definitely something that needs to be taken seriously," Qin Dingguo said after looking at the phone. "In this day and age, how can cars from Sakura Country still dare to do this?"

"Why wouldn’t they dare? As long as their advertising budget is large enough and there are plenty of vested interests, they’ll be fine, right?"

"Oh? So they think they can act with impunity?" Qin Dingguo sneered.

"It can’t be helped," Luofeng said with a sigh. "The domestic media outlets need to survive, and some resort to taking dirty money. Online, you see a lot of so-called patriots, but when their livelihood is on the line, how many of them don’t end up choosing money over their proclaimed beliefs?"

"What’s your plan against Honda? And what do you need me to do?" Qin Dingguo asked.