The Daily Life Of A Cyberpunk Magician
Chapter 35 - 34 Wow, this bar knows how to have fun

Chapter 35: Chapter 34 Wow, this bar knows how to have fun

"Bar?" Jiang Shu frowned; he was still quite traditional at heart and had no fondness for such places—especially in Cyberpunk worlds.

Everyone gets it.

"Yeah, going to keep someone company." Casey said nonchalantly, "An apprentice’s salary isn’t even as good as a cleaner’s."

"Do you know which bar it is?" Jiang Shu’s expression darkened. He needed to bring Su Xiaoou back.

He had no right to comment on others’ past lives, but if one became his apprentice, they wouldn’t be living that life anymore.

Moreover, he had some other uses for this apprentice. He wanted to confirm whether Su Xiaoou could obtain the "Deception" keyword.

From this, he would judge who was truly special—him or Magic.

"Let me think... Su Xiaoou did ask me a few days ago about work at that bar." Casey pondered. Actually, those in their building who went out to earn extra money were reluctant to go to that bar, as it was hard to earn real tips there.

"Mm, big..." She was about to speak thoughtlessly but suddenly remembered that Jiang Shu, sitting before her, was a decent man who wouldn’t tolerate indecency, so she corrected herself, "Dicky Bar, Dicky Twister."

"Mm?" Jiang Shu’s face turned strange; he felt somehow familiar with the name of the bar but couldn’t recall why.

Considering his knowledge of Lonely City...

Hiss—It shouldn’t be, how could he feel familiar with a bar?

Casey reminded him, "If you’re going, go after seven in the evening. You won’t find them during the day; they’re probably hiding somewhere asleep."

"Mm, thank you." Jiang Shu thanked her, then walked out with the gatekeeper.

He returned to the theater and headed straight to the office, where he used the raw materials he’d bought last time to start crafting some simple Magic props.

If it was complex, large-scale props, he might have outsourced them to the Props Master who made the playing cards before, but he could easily make these simpler ones himself.

Several secret writers suitable for different situations; duplicate envelopes, used before in Past Life and Present Life; double-sided cards, flash papers, specially made coins, etc. ...

These couldn’t compare with Big Transformation, dismantling human bodies, or escape boxes—those were major props—but these smaller ones could also achieve excellent results if used properly.

Big Transformations, for example, provided fantastic performance effects, but he wasn’t planning on that yet.

As the evening approached, Jiang Shu finally finished processing a batch of props and neatly organized them in a glass cabinet, showing a satisfied smile.

Ordering takeaway, he sat at the table, aimlessly scrolling through short videos on the platform while thinking about a suitable learning plan for Su Xiaoou.

He planned to teach an apprentice well, but first, he had to make sure Su Xiaoou was morally suitable.

As he scrolled, the four Tablet Spirits around him started fighting—the reason for the conflict...

Platelet A: "Don’t fantasize about my wife; San San Niang is mine!"

Platelet B: "Er Er Niang is mine!"

Platelet A, B, C, D: "Propose! Propose! Propose!"

"..." Honestly, there was a moment when Jiang Shu wanted to reset them to factory settings; he said impatiently, "Stop it, watch the video quietly."

It’s funny, one side are Tablet Spirits, and the other are mini TV spirits; they kind of match.

Pshaw, match my foot, where are they going to propose? Third District to Uncle Chen, eh? I heard Uncle Chen despises penniless bums the most.

Coincidentally, the last bounty Wolf collected from hunting a Mutant left him with seventeen hundred; Jiang Shu was now undeniably broke.

But led by the eldest brother, Little A, the three Tablet Spirits were even more rowdy. Their behavior made Jiang Shu wonder if their personalities really resembled his.

He couldn’t remember himself being so...

Well, refined.

"I’m broke," Jiang Shu spread his hands, showing helplessness, "I can’t afford the bride price."

Jia Yi Bing Ding: We want to be live-in sons-in-law! Sons-in-law! Sons-in-law!

Jia Yi Bing Ding: We want to marry Song Tie! Song Tie! Song Tie!

Jiang Shu: "..."

Get lost.

He put on his headphones and ignored the four of them.

But Jia, Yi, Bing, and Ding looked at each other, and as Jiang Shu’s clones, they always knew each other’s thoughts; at that moment, a bold idea simultaneously sprang to their minds.

And Jiang Shu, of course, had no clue, finished dinner, checked the time—it was already six-thirty—and then grabbed the note Casey had written him and set off to find the bar.

According to Casey, the bar was in a remote location and hard to find.

The bar was in a small alley in the bustling area of E4 district, and it took Jiang Shu twenty minutes by car to reach the trouble spot.

The bar seemed not very well-known. The cab’s GPS couldn’t even locate it, and he only knew to get off at the nearest street.

"Is this E district?"

Speaking of which, this was Jiang Shu’s first visit to E district. The neon lights here were more intense than in districts ABC, eagerly bursting forth as soon as night fell.

However, amid the bustle, the streets were particularly dirty and chaotic, everything coated in a layer of black, as though wearing a netherworld filter.

Following the directions, he first found a footbridge, then walked across to the diagonal street corner, continued to the underground pathway, wandered around the alley for a while, and finally a bar with red and green colors appeared in front of him.

"Dicky Twister..." Jiang Shu read the bar’s name and then translated, "Dicky... Twister?"

His English was not great, but he felt his translation was flawless.

As everyone knows, some private bars abroad are named after their owners.

Hmm, as a stranger in such a bar, it was easy to be isolated, marginalized, but if he pretended to be an acquaintance of the bar owner, he should be able to gather information well?

Decided, he walked into the bar that had just started its business.

The interior of the bar was dark, with only the area near the bar lit by distinct red and green LED lights, so he headed towards the bar.

This was a foreign-style bar, different from the local ones where you find a seat first and then order drinks through a waiter; here, you grab a drink from the bar and then find a seat yourself.

The bartender was a muscular man with an inverted triangle body shape, wearing a tight waiter’s uniform, wiping the counter while sizing up Jiang Shu as he was sizing him up.

As a bartender in such a bar, he needed a strong ability to read people since mistaking someone’s preferences could lead to big trouble.

After a while, Jiang Shu finally asked the first question, "Do you have juice?"

"Hmm, juice..." from this first question the bartender made his judgment, smiled warmly, and in a friendly tone said, "We don’t serve juice here, but if you like, sir, I can make a cocktail that tastes like juice and has a low alcohol content."

"Emmm..." To be honest, Jiang Shu didn’t like alcohol, but to hide his inexperience in such places, he still chose to order a drink, "Okay, a cocktail... add more juice, less alcohol!"

The bartender maintained his smile, but three "???" appeared above his head.

"By the way, do you... have women here?" Jiang Shu suddenly leaned in, speaking mysteriously.

"?" The bartender glanced at him, first puzzled then suddenly realizing.

As some customers felt inferior and hated seeing women here,

"Rest assured, only the waiters are women here," the bartender stated righteously.

"Oh—" Jiang Shu also realized.

Wow, this place has some fancy rules. Female waitstaff series?

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