Chapter 525 - 313: Viceroy, The Chaotic Gray, The Crazy Horse Club

Chapter 525: Chapter 313: Viceroy, The Chaotic Gray, The Crazy Horse Club

During those two or three months of what he called "seeing heaven and earth."

In the end, black and white had blurred together into a chaotic gray.

It wasn’t the pain of clarity.

Nor was it the depravity of being completely lost.

Instead, it was an impartial state, somewhere in between.

’There are still two slots left. I’ll have to think about it some more and see if any other candidates pop up to keep as backups.’

...

Just then, Lin Chu’s thoughts drifted to the food delivery driver he had met back in North Sea, the one he had given a million yuan to.

On a whim, Lin Chu pulled up his contacts and sent the man a message.

"How have you been, Ah Liang?"

’His name was Qin Weiliang, if I remember correctly.’

"Brother Chu, I’m doing great! I opened my own takeout place, specializing in food delivery. My parents are helping out at the shop, and I even found a girlfriend. She’s hardworking and reliable, and we run the business together. I’m making nearly twenty thousand a month now. How are you, Brother Chu?"

"I’m doing well, too. As long as you’re doing well, that’s all that matters. It’s nothing, I just wanted to check in. Go on, get back to work."

A genuine smile touched Lin Chu’s lips.

His casual act of kindness hadn’t exactly changed the man’s destiny, but it had given him his first pot of gold, along with the courage to face life more calmly.

"Haha, okay! Next time you’re in North Sea, you have to let me know. I’ll treat you to a meal."

Qin Weiliang replied.

Lin Chu didn’t reply.

He then thought of the escort girl from before. He had told her to go back to school and get a degree, promising to give her money if she was accepted so she wouldn’t have to sell herself anymore.

He scrolled through his contact list and found her.

"What are you up to?"

He sent the message, only to get a notification that the other party had already deleted him as a friend.

Seeing the red exclamation mark, Lin Chu was taken aback for a moment before shaking his head with a wry smile.

’That’s fine, too.’

’So be it, then.’

’Everyone has their own life.’

’And as for me... I’m destined to be the man who becomes the "Pirate King"!’

Take capital overseas, plunder the global market, funnel the profits back home, and achieve success and fame.

It all went hand in hand.

"I’ll add another hundred million to your budget each month. The foundation needs to grow faster. Try to cover one new type of illness each month. As for which groups need the most help, I’ll leave that to your judgment."

Lin Chu sent another message, this time to Gu Jiayan.

「At that moment.」

「Peng City.」

In the LC Headquarters Building, Gu Jiayan was at her computer reviewing some files. When she saw the message, a brilliant smile bloomed across her face.

"Okay! That’s wonderful! But little Lin Chu needs to take care of himself, too. Eat on time, drink less, and cut back on the smoking, okay?"

Lin Chu: ...

Hah.

’Little Lin Chu? What the hell was that?’

’What, are you trying to make me feel a mother’s love or something?’

...

「That evening.」

At eight o’clock, just as the city lights were coming on, "little" Lin Chu used his ticket to the Crazy Horse Show to enter the top-tier VIP box—the kind with a one-way mirror, where you can see out, but no one can see in.

He was accompanied by Tang Qiang, Liu Chenhui, and Gao Haitao.

They ordered two bottles of liquor and settled into the plush sofas. Tang Qiang handed him a translated program for the evening’s performance.

Lin Chu glanced at it.

1. Bathtub.

2. Revolving Illusion.

3. The Taste of Champagne.

4. Swaying Chair.

5. But I’m a Girl.

6. Fallen, Laser Fallen.

...

Lin Chu scratched his head, smiling wordlessly.

’They certainly have a knack for naming things,’ he thought.

The names weren’t direct at all. In fact, they were quite subtle, yet they stirred a certain eagerness and sparked the imagination.

"President Gao, what’s your assessment?" ℯℯ𝘭.

Lin Chu said with a teasing smile, handing the program to Gao Haitao.

President Gao hadn’t wanted to come, but he had reluctantly agreed after Lin Chu’s insistent invitation.

After all, Tang Qiang was about to make a big move and shake things up in the industry. If they didn’t hurry up and see this sort of show now, they might not get another chance for a long time.

’All in the name of critique, of course!’

’A *thorough* critique!’

Gao Haitao rubbed his nose, a wry expression on his face. "It’s just so-so. Compared to Chinese, it’s a far cry. All those old poetic euphemisms... now *that’s* what you call elegance."

Uh...

The others couldn’t help but laugh.

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