Returning after 10000 Years Cultivation - Chapter 9

As they spoke, the group arrived at the parking lot.

The male PR representatives were Jiang Qiushui and Hu Feng, while the rest were a flock of lively women. Surprisingly, Jiang Tian was also brought along.

Of course, no one expected Jiang Tian to play any significant role. But after all, someone had to handle the rough tasks like serving tea, pouring drinks, and lighting cigarettes, right?

The PR department relied heavily on connections and relationships, and most of its members were well-paid and came from decent backgrounds. Almost everyone owned a car.

Jiang Qiushui’s ride was a top-of-the-line imported Mercedes-Benz S-Class worth over a million, even better than Ding Yahan’s car.

“Jiang Tian, work hard, and in less than three years, you’ll be able to buy a house and a car too! But with that attitude you showed this afternoon, how do you expect to improve?” Jiang Qiushui seemed to be offering advice, but there was a subtle hint of disdain in his eyes.

“Jiang Tian, come here!”

Suddenly, Zhao Qianru stepped out and pulled Jiang Tian into her red Volvo.

Jiang Qiushui was stunned. He had never even sat in Zhao Qianru’s car before, and yet she was letting Jiang Tian ride with her.

“Does Zhao Qianru like this guy? She’s even holding his hand!” Hu Feng frowned beside him.

“Get in the car, Hu Feng. Make sure you give him a hard time later!” Jiang Qiushui’s face turned ashen, his expression darkening.

“Don’t worry, Mr. Jiang. If that dirt-eating idiot dares to say even one word, I’ll make sure he leaves with a broken leg!” Hu Feng said with a vicious grin.

“Good. Go all out. I’ll handle any fallout,” Jiang Qiushui replied with a sinister smile. Jiang Tian clearly had some mental issues, and bullying him would be as easy as child’s play.

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Inside the Volvo, Zhao Qianru drove in silence for a while before speaking coldly, “Brother-in-law, I’m begging you, please divorce my sister.”

“Why?” Jiang Tian was taken aback.

“Your mind is completely gone. I’m begging you, stop holding her back! Let her go and pursue her own happiness!” Zhao Qianru said angrily.

“Qianru, I know I’ve made mistakes in the past, but believe me, I’m better now. I’ll protect you and your sister for the rest of our lives,” Jiang Tian said firmly.

He wasn’t angry. Zhao Qianru wasn’t the type to look down on others for being poor; she was just worried about her sister.

“You’re better? Protecting me and my sister? Are you kidding me? You were eating dirt at noon today!” Zhao Qianru’s eyes reddened as she spoke, her voice trembling with frustration. “And you looked so happy doing it! You’ve become the laughingstock of the company!”

“That wasn’t dirt. It was Nine-Bend Polygonum, human-shaped fleeceflower root, and poria cocos—all semi-spiritual herbs!” Jiang Tian shook his head helplessly, knowing there was no way to explain it.

“If you’re sick, then get proper treatment! Stay at home and don’t cause any more trouble for our family, okay?” Zhao Qianru snapped, pressing the accelerator hard. The red Volvo shot forward like an arrow.

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The West District was a well-developed urban area, bustling with bars, clubs, restaurants, and all kinds of entertainment venues. By the time Jiang Tian and the others arrived, the Imperial Club was already lit up in all its glory.

The first-floor lobby was opulent, with a grand crystal chandelier casting dazzling light onto the polished marble floor. A row of beautiful women in cheongsams stood at the entrance, each one tall and stunning—the kind of women who would turn heads on the street. They were all college students from the nearby art institute, studying dance, modeling, or flight attendant training.

As soon as the group entered, the women bowed in unison, greeting them warmly.

Jiang Qiushui strode in with his head held high. The club manager hurried over, all smiles. “Mr. Jiang, your presence honors us! Welcome, welcome!”

As the nephew of the deputy director of the Food and Drug Administration, Jiang Qiushui’s uncle also oversaw food safety regulations. Naturally, the club manager had to tread carefully, not daring to offend him.

“Is Mr. Cheng here yet?” Jiang Qiushui asked with a hint of arrogance.

The manager quickly led the way, smiling obsequiously. “Yes, he’s already inside. Please follow me!”

Soon, they arrived at the private room.

Mr. Cheng was a fat, greasy man with a thick gold chain around his neck and a jade ring on his finger—the epitome of a nouveau riche. His face was cunning and sly.

After the initial greetings, everyone took their seats, and the waiters began serving drinks and dishes. Mr. Cheng sat at the head of the table, surrounded by flattery and toasts. The atmosphere was lively, with everyone trying to please him.

Jiang Tian, however, sat quietly at the far end, eating without joining in the toasts or the conversation. He stood out like a sore thumb in the otherwise boisterous room.

“Ugh, my brother-in-law is completely useless. But as long as he doesn’t cause any more trouble for my sister, I guess that’s fine,” Zhao Qianru thought, sighing in disappointment. She felt a pang of sadness for her sister.

“Jiang Tian, all you do is eat! Were you born a starving ghost or something?” Hu Feng sneered. “Oh, right, you were eating dirt at noon. You must’ve been really hungry!”

“Jiang Tian, why don’t you toast Mr. Cheng? Is this how you do PR?” Jiang Qiushui added, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

This loser was an embarrassment. He didn’t toast, didn’t know how to flatter, and didn’t make the client happy. How were they supposed to get paid?

“He owes us money. Paying up is only right. Why should I toast him? Who does he think he is?” Jiang Tian shot back, his voice cold as he glanced disdainfully at Mr. Cheng.

“Are you trying to get yourself killed? Shut up!”

“How can you talk like that?”

The others were horrified. Thankfully, Mr. Cheng was too busy drinking with Wu Fangfei to notice Jiang Tian’s disrespect.

“Never mind. Jiang Tian has to drive me home later, so he can’t drink,” Zhao Qianru said with a forced smile, covering for him.

Jiang Tian’s brain had been damaged by alcohol poisoning. If he drank again, he’d be completely finished!

Seeing this, Jiang Qiushui’s eyes flashed with jealousy, his face darkening. “Qianru actually wants him to drive her home? Does she really like this guy?”

By now, Mr. Cheng was quite drunk. He grabbed Wu Fangfei’s hand and started stroking it, leering at her. “A million dollars? Easy! As long as you spend the night with me, I’ll sign the check right away!”

Wu Fangfei’s face froze. She quickly pulled her hand away and forced a smile. “Mr. Cheng, that’s quite a joke! You should drink a penalty cup for that!”

She was a local from Linzhou and had made a name for herself as a model. She wasn’t about to sell herself for a commission, especially not with Jiang Qiushui, whom she secretly loved, sitting right there.

“Fangfei, don’t be like that! Mr. Cheng is our benefactor. How can we make him drink a penalty cup? Here, let me toast him instead!” The others quickly stepped in to defuse the situation, not wanting to make a scene.

In the world of PR, clients making advances was par for the course. Everyone was used to it.

But Mr. Cheng wasn’t having it. He wrapped an arm around Wu Fangfei’s neck, his alcohol-laden breath hitting her face as he smirked. “Miss Wu, I really like you! Spend the night with me, and besides the million-dollar payment, I’ll give you an extra hundred thousand. How about that?”

Wu Fangfei was on the verge of tears. “Mr. Cheng, please let go. There are so many people here!”

“Oh, so it’s okay if there are fewer people? Let’s go upstairs to a private room then!” Mr. Cheng laughed arrogantly, his lips already brushing her cheek.

“What the hell? This is too much!”

“Fatty Cheng is really crossing the line!”

No one had ever encountered such a shameless scoundrel. Everyone was furious but too afraid to speak up.

“Mr. Cheng, let go! If you don’t, I’ll call the police!” Wu Fangfei struggled desperately, nearly knocking Mr. Cheng off his chair.

Finally regaining his balance, Mr. Cheng flew into a rage. He slapped Wu Fangfei across the face and roared, “You think you’re too good for me, huh? What kind of PR girl are you? You’re just a whore! If you don’t sleep with me tonight, you’re not getting a single cent!”

“Fatty Cheng, what the hell are you doing?” Zhao Qianru, already fuming from Jiang Tian’s behavior earlier, couldn’t stand this. She rushed forward, even Ding Yahan couldn’t stop her.

“How dare you hit her! Are you even a man?”

She didn’t just yell—she grabbed Mr. Cheng’s arm and yanked it hard.

Mr. Cheng, still focused on Wu Fangfei, didn’t even turn his head. With a violent shake of his arm, he sent Zhao Qianru sprawling to the ground.

“Get lost, you bitch! Mind your own business! Or do you want me to take you too?”