"If you're treating, then I might as well reluctantly sit down," Lin Hai said with a smile, joking.

The Goddess Zi played along, joking back, "Sure, I don't mind spending money anyway."

"Alright then, today I'll take advantage of a beautiful woman, heh heh."

With that said, Lin Hai already sat down on the chair, facing Goddess Zi.

A group of rich young men, ready to enjoy the show and laugh at someone else's expense, were stunned.

Sh*t, this isn't how this scene was supposed to play out.

"The Goddess Zi actually offered to treat?"

"Seriously, who is this guy?"

"That suit looks like it costs no more than three thousand bucks, just the standard lifestyle for an ordinary white-collar worker in Yanjing."

"It's illogical, really illogical."

The rich young men were filled with confusion.

Meanwhile, the waiter approached.

Everyone present was curious about what kind of coffee he would order.

There's an art to this, especially when a girl is treating.

Order something too expensive, and it seems like you're taking advantage and being wasteful.

Order something too cheap, and you come off as stingy.

"This guy will probably order Musk Cat Shit Coffee, right?" many rich young men thought to themselves.

Lin Hai didn't even glance at the menu the waiter handed him, and casually said, "Give me a cup of Nadao Coffee."

"Sir, there are many types of Nadao Coffee," the waiter reminded, also wanting to see if Lin Hai really knew about coffee.

Goddess Zi had a look of curiosity in her eyes as well.

Those rich young men secretly thought, "Hmph, this guy definitely doesn't know there are many types of Nadao."

"Hope he embarrasses himself and loses face in front of the goddess, ha ha."

Malicious anticipation filled some hearts.

"Heh heh, this waiter isn't simple, trying to test me?"

Lin Hai's lips curled into a slight smile. With his deep understanding of human nature, he easily saw through the waiter's little tricks.

"Saint Helena Island Coffee, sourced from the African coast," he said almost without hesitation.

Among Nadao Coffee, this is the top tier.

Although not as expensive as Musk Cat Shit Coffee, it still reached a price of $79 per pound.

Surprise flashed in the waiter's eyes, immediately realizing that the gentleman in front of him was definitely not an ordinary, inexperienced person.

Being so familiar with the prime origin of the top Nadao Coffee, he must be someone with a very refined lifestyle.

"This gentleman must really know his coffee!" the waiter thought to himself.

If he had known that Lin Hai used to frequent the Youming Ya Group's security rest room, where he typically smoked a Red Plum cigarette and drank some "brick tea" on his shifts, he wouldn't have shown such admiration as he did now.

After speaking, Lin Hai smiled at Goddess Zi, seemingly seeing through her thoughts, and casually explained, "The taste of Nadao is very unique, especially the Left Bank Classic."

The waiter was surprised again, fully convinced that this gentleman must really, really know his coffee.

The other rich young men couldn't help but look at him differently.

He didn't order the most expensive just to show off, nor did he randomly order something cheap to weaken his aura.

Instead, he chose something very distinctive yet not lacking in taste.

Ximen Xiaoxiao's eyes widened in disbelief.

Wasn't this the vile, perverted guy dressed like a laborer?

Could such an eccentric person actually know about coffee?

Isn't he supposed to be spending his days studying how to move bricks and eat steamed buns with pickles?

If not for the "plane turbulence" close call on the flight last time, leaving a deep impression, Ximen Xiaoxiao wouldn't believe it was him.

"Mr. Lin, you're truly remarkable," Goddess Zi genuinely praised.

"Heh, you're also remarkable, especially the realms in your songs. Within the youth and purity, there's a sense of rebellion and the young's yearning for freedom. Moreover, there's an emotional layer."

Lin Hai's words were not flattery, but rather his genuine understanding of music.

The reason why? An age-old saying: a top-notch assassin must possess skills on par with Hollywood acting.

"Oh? Mr. Lin knows about these things?" Goddess Zi was once again immensely surprised.

Lin Hai chuckled, "Everyone's singing voice is different, and the realms they convey are also different."

"To give an example, like an exotic dancer, when performing for people, they're showcasing their body…"

"While a writer or singer, much like the dancer facing an audience or reader, reveals their soul, layer by layer like stripping off clothes…"

Goddess Zi giggled at the analogy, "Though a bit crude, it's actually very spot on."

"Mr. Lin, what did you do before?" Goddess Zi curiously asked.

"Uh, I've run stalls, sold newspapers, washed dishes, worked as a security guard…"

Goddess Zi was astonished again. However, from Lin Hai's face, marked with traces of hardship, she could sense he wasn't lying, a person who truly experienced hardship.

"Unexpectedly, Mr. Lin actually built everything from scratch," Zi Huang's sister exclaimed, her gaze transformed into one of deep respect for Lin Hai.

For a person from the bottom, having struggled and fought through, yet showing no trace of hostility or menace; such a person absolutely did not rely on bloody capital to accumulate.

Lin Hai smiled gently, sipping a bit of coffee, just as he was about to chat about life with Goddess Zi, he suddenly felt someone approaching from behind.

The person's footsteps were steady, breathing calm, revealing skill and expertise.

The rich young men in the café first froze upon seeing the figure in the tailored suit, then looked at Lin Hai with a gaze like they were observing a pitiful fool.

"Didn't expect Miss Zi to be here too."

A stable, powerful, yet gentlemanly voice resonated.

Goddess Zi slightly frowned, but due to the person's status before her, which she couldn't compete against, she still forced a smile, "Didn't expect you to have time to be here."

The person nodded slightly, showing no concern over the reluctant smile on Goddess Zi's face.

Simultaneously, the person seemed to regard Lin Hai as non-existent, turning to Goddess Zi and saying, "Mind if I sit here?"

Goddess Zi looked embarrassed and turned towards Lin Hai.

"What the hell? What's going on?"

Lin Hai slightly looked up at the person.

The person's expression appeared calm, yet it couldn't hide the inherent arrogance deep within.

Upon seeing the person, Lin Hai's lips curved into a grin. Although he had never met this person in reality, the photos in intelligence reports were etched into his memory.

"Do you mind stepping aside, friend?" the person asked.

"Why should I?" Lin Hai replied with a playful smile.

The person frowned, finally seeing Lin Hai's face clearly.

Their gazes crossed, and in that instant, it was as if they collided fiercely in an invisible battle, like destined enemies.

"It's over, this oblivious kid dared to offend someone important, he's doomed."

"Haha, this guy's a serious contender, that kid might know a bit about coffee, but against a power player, it won't help at all, just wait for it, heh heh."

The group of rich young men once again indulged in schadenfreude.

Meanwhile, Goddess Zi felt extremely anxious, fearing Lin Hai would anger the person in question, she hurriedly forced a smile again, and quickly explained to the person, "He's a friend of mine, just arrived in Yanjing, doesn't know you."