The King of Urban Mercenaries
Chapter 20 - 20 20 Alternative Requirements

20: Chapter 20 Alternative Requirements 20: Chapter 20 Alternative Requirements “You dragged me here in such a hurry just to have me block drinks for you?” Lin Fei was quite annoyed as he grabbed Xu Yingying’s little face and twisted it, “Naughty girl, do you have any idea what I was doing before?

You’ve delayed me bonding with my female colleagues.”

“Wow, uncle, you’re really not cool.

You’d rather flirt with your female colleagues than cherish a young and unbeatable beauty like me!”

Xu Yingying pried Lin Fei’s hand off her face, clearly displeased.

Lin Fei showed the foundation on his hand to Xu Yingying with disdain, “You call this youthful?”

“Today is an exception.

Besides, putting on makeup is a necessary preparation for every woman before going out.” Xu Yingying’s bright eyes made a full round over Lin Fei, “Uncle, you’re not lying to me, are you?

A street vendor like you, where would you get female colleagues from?”

“What if I changed jobs?

You little brat who hasn’t even grown all your hair, who are you trying to get dolled up for?”

Lin Fei rolled his eyes in annoyance.

If it weren’t for the fact that Xu Yingying, despite her outlandish behavior, was inherently good-natured, Lin Fei wouldn’t bother with her at all.

Makeup indeed seems to be a natural talent for women, but Lin Fei indeed had natural beauties around him.

Not to mention far-off examples, his very own thrifty wife, Mu Shanshan, was a living example.

Mu Shanshan seldom wore makeup, and even when she did, it was just a light touch, her face inherently breathtaking.

Without any extra adornment, she was plenty capable of causing national unrest.

If she were to dress up carefully, probably very few men would be able to resist.

“Changed jobs?!” Xu Yingying was excited as if it wasn’t Lin Fei who had switched jobs, but herself, “Uncle, what job did you change to?

Where do you work now?”

“At Mu…

none of your business.

Are we going in or not?

If not, I’m leaving.”

Lin Fei was originally prepared to tell the truth, as there was really nothing about a job change to hide.

However, when Lin Fei caught a glimpse of Xu Yingying’s rolling eyes out of the corner of his, he suddenly changed his tune.

In the past, when Lin Fei was a street vendor, Xu Yingying, this mischievous girl, often came to the overpass to make trouble for him.

If Xu Yingying knew that he had moved to work at the Mu Group, maybe one day when Lin Fei was at work, this mischievous girl would turn up unannounced.

This wasn’t like the old days of street vending, where it was just Lin Fei and Xu Yingying, and it didn’t matter how much of a commotion was made.

If Xu Yingying were to find her way to the General Affairs Department, with her penchant for shocking statements, who knows what kind of chaos she might cause.

The Mu Group was Mu Shanshan’s turf, and any little buzz was sure not to escape Mu Shanshan’s ears.

Although Lin Fei wasn’t afraid of Mu Shanshan creating trouble, they now definitely lived under the same roof, and it was unnecessary to stir up any extra conflicts because of this mischievous girl, Xu Yingying.

“Let’s go in, of course.

Uncle, let’s hurry up.

My classmates are getting anxious.”

Upon Lin Fei’s reminder, Xu Yingying also remembered there were some classmates waiting for her inside, and quickly pulled Lin Fei into the bar.

Lin Fei frowned slightly, “There are your classmates inside?

It’s not really appropriate for me to go in, right?”

“It’s okay.

I’ve already told them about you.

Uncle, you absolutely can’t be shy, okay?

I’m counting on you to back me up.”

Lin Fei felt embarrassed; he only said it wasn’t appropriate since he was nearly thirty, while Xu Yingying was just eighteen, and her classmates would most likely be of the same age, males and females alike.

Lin Fei just worried he would have nothing in common with them.

Yet Xu Yingying directly connected it to stage fright, an embarrassment of being lectured by a young girl, something Lin Fei, grown up as he was, was experiencing for the first time.

Being pulled into the bar by Xu Yingying, the sun hadn’t completely set outside, yet the bar was already brightly lit.

Men and women of various kinds, under the neon lights, were drinking and flirting.

The audience below occasionally called out, and those who got into the spirit would even toss a handful of money onto the stage.

The bar is indeed a recognized place for venting, and the saying doesn’t exaggerate at all.

Both men and women here basically let go of their masks from work and life, freely venting their emotions.

The atmosphere in the bar was indeed lively, but it wasn’t nearly enough to stir Lin Fei’s emotions.

Looking at Xu Yingying beside him, who was inexplicably excited, Lin Fei inwardly gave a wry smile.

He was starting to doubt whether he was out of touch with society or just aging prematurely.

During his time abroad, Lin Fei had frequented bars and nightclubs in search of thrills.

Maybe his mindset really has aged, so he’s no longer that interested in these nightspots.

No wonder, after all, after enduring years of bloody carnage like Lin Fei did, anyone’s heart would grow old and deep.

Lin Fei was no exception, even though he was still young, his heart had long since become cold and merciless, old and deep, simply because he had seen too much life and death, experienced too much blood and tears.

“Yingying, so this is your street vendor uncle, huh?

He doesn’t look half bad, but his outfit is quite awful.”

After Xu Yingying led Lin Fei to a circular booth and took a seat, a girl sitting diagonally opposite, her nails painted in all colors of the polish, dismissed them disdainfully.

Xu Yingying held onto Lin Fei’s arm with one hand and tilted her head up proudly, “Xu Jiao, you don’t know shit.

You think everyone is like you, dressing like a vixen.

My uncle has style no matter what he wears, it’s called understated luxury.

Also, my uncle has changed jobs.”

Lin Fei was sweating buckets; before his butt had even settled into the seat, Xu Yingying was almost exalting him to the heavens.

Since he’d returned to Zhonghai, Xu Yingying was actually the first girl…

well, child…

to say he had style.

Understated luxury, honestly even Lin Fei himself hadn’t felt that.

He couldn’t help but turn his head to glance at Xu Yingying and suddenly found her heavily made-up appearance not so bad after all.

Not to mention anything else, but her keen observing ability at such a young age, well, she was indeed destined to achieve great things.

Perhaps sensing the admiration in Lin Fei’s eyes, Xu Yingying leaned even closer to him, practically draping half her body against him.

“Xu Yingying, don’t be too proud, who are you calling a vixen?!”

“You, who else?

Vixen, vixen, vixen, Xu Jiao you big vixen!”

Lin Fei couldn’t help but feel a pang of sympathy as he glanced at Xu Jiao sitting diagonally opposite.

He knew Xu Yingying’s sharp tongue all too well; it could verbally kill without incurring debt.

Among all women he knew, when it came to being stubborn and argumentative, Xu Yingying could definitely rank in the top three.

Xu Jiao stood little chance in an argument against her.

While Xu Jiao and Xu Yingying were at each other’s throats, Lin Fei took the chance to survey the ten or so young men and women seated around the circular booth.

As Xu Yingying described when they came in, they all seemed to be her classmates, mostly around eighteen years old, with Lin Fei being the only one over twenty.

There were more girls, about eleven or twelve, loosely grouped around Xu Yingying and Xu Jiao as two centers.

There were also three boys, but they were sitting farther away, and with the bar’s dim overhead lighting, Lin Fei couldn’t see them very clearly.

“I heard someone tried to collect protection money but ended up getting their butt whooped instead.

That sure brought shame to 27th Middle School, didn’t it?”

When it came to verbal spats, Xu Jiao was evidently no match for Xu Yingying.

Infuriated, Xu Jiao started to reveal Xu Yingying’s embarrassing secrets.

Xu Yingying immediately jumped up like a little hen whose nest had been disturbed, with one hand on her hip and the other pointing at Xu Jiao, “It’s an honor to be hit by uncle; you harlot vixen, you wish uncle would hit you, but he wouldn’t even glance your way.”

Lin Fei felt a cold sweat as he watched Xu Yingying transform into a soldier of love and justice.

He felt out of touch with the times, recalling his own school days when just holding a girl’s hand made him feel like he’d committed a grave sin.

Yet here were the girls of today, who took being spanked as an honor.

Indeed, the new waves of the Yangtze River keep pushing the old ones forward, crushing them on the sandy shore.

Lin Fei had a foreboding feeling that one day Xu Yingying, this cheeky girl, might just crush him on the sandy shore.

Of course, only figuratively speaking.

Especially with someone like Xu Jiao, who hadn’t fully emerged from adolescence.

Provoked by Xu Yingying, Xu Jiao surged forward in a fury, ignoring the attempts of two girlfriends to hold her back.

“What, can’t beat me in a verbal fight and want to get physical?

Come at me, I’m not scared!”

As she spoke, Xu Yingying picked up a wine bottle, but her slightly panicked eyes revealed that she definitely did not want to appear as calm as she pretended.

“Uncle, please hit me.”

After Xu Jiao charged over, full of indignation, she only cast a hateful glare at Xu Yingying, holding the wine bottle, and then ignored her altogether.

Lin Fei’s brain froze on the spot; he thought Xu Jiao was coming over to fight Xu Yingying, and he was even ready to break it up.

He never expected Xu Jiao to pull such a move, completely beyond his understanding.

“When did the girls in our country become so open?

Am I really that outdated?”

Lin Fei silently questioned the heavens.