Prodigal System in the Flourishing City

"Zhang Big Bro, what’s the meaning of sneaking around like this? You’ve made a joke of yourself." Lu Xiaobu leaned on the counter, waving his hand with a smile at Zhang Benhu: "Wu Qianmin finally got a chance to play a good guy, and you just ruined it."
"Exactly, exactly, what my uncle said is right." Zhang Wenliang was frantically nodding to the side.
"Brat, I am your dad, when did it become your turn to lecture me?" Zhang Benhu’s old face reddened, he argued.
"Alright, Zhang Wenliang, your turn, the next round is still yours."
Lu Xiaobu said with a smile—this poor kid, he calls his uncle so sweetly, he should get some benefits.
"Thank you, Uncle." Zhang Wenliang was ecstatic, scurrying away immediately.
"Ahem, Xiaobu," Zhang Benhu coughed twice to hide his embarrassment: "I see that you run a very nice bar. I’ve come to learn from you; you don’t mind, do you?"
"Whatever," said Lu Xiaobu indifferently.
At this moment, Liang Lan came by: "Young Master, your drink is ready."
"Oh?" Lu Xiaobu was instantly delighted, finally able to have a sip of cola, drinking juice every day was about to make him throw up.
He took the cola, guzzled a couple of gulps, feeling the slightly choking unique sensation of the cola, wildly refreshed.
"Wow ka ka, that’s it, hahaha, I’ve wanted to drink this for so long." Lu Xiaobu laughed heartily.
"Uh... Young Master, this dark and medicine-like thing is really tasty?" Liang Lan asked, puzzled.
"You haven’t tried it?" Lu Xiaobu counter-questioned.
"Hehe..." Liang Lan gave an awkward laugh: "It’s mainly the color of this thing; it really doesn’t pique my interest. Although I know for sure it’s sweet, my heart still always feels like it’s medicine."
Lu Xiaobu: "Come on, take a sip."
"Well, I’ll try it." Liang Lan, trusting in Lu Xiaobu’s opinion, took a sip.
"Mmm? Mmm!"
Liang Lan’s eyebrows shot up suddenly, her eyes revealing an ecstatic delight.
The distinct and intense taste mixed with the carbonation continuously stimulated her taste buds, making every one of her 36,000 pores seemingly open up. Her spirit entered a transcendent state.
"Come on, Qianmin, you try it too." Lu Xiaobu called over the little vinegar jar, passing it to Wu Qianmin.
"Hmph."
Wu Qianmin snorted arrogantly, reluctantly taking a sip.
This Lu Xiaobu, really... annoying!
Ever since Sister Lan came along, he had left her aside.
Could it really be because her figure wasn’t enough...
Oh wow, this drink is so delicious, what is it?
Wu Qianmin, strongly hit by the cola, couldn’t care less about her jealousy anymore.
Jealous of what? Vinegar isn’t even tasty!
"Xiaobu, I want more," Wu Qianmin cooed.
"Call me ’good brother’ and I’ll give you some," Lu Xiaobu said with a sly smile.
"Mmm..." Wu Qianmin stared at Lu Xiaobu, then glanced at the cola in his hand.
Suddenly, in a coquettish tone, she said:
"Good brother, I want more."
She let go of her inhibitions, since everyone here was role-playing, she could play along for once.
"Hiss... so freaking cool, my bones are melting." Lu Xiaobu shivered: "I really didn’t expect your voice to sound so pleasant."
"What voice? What nonsense are you talking about?" Wu Qianmin’s pretty face blushed, as if the conversation had been derailed.
Liang Lan had also recovered by now, staring at the cola in Lu Xiaobu’s hands, suddenly revealing a mischievous smile akin to Lu Xiaobu’s, and whispered seductively into his ear: "Young Master... I want more too! Can you really bear not to give it to me?"
"Oh! Yes! My goodness!"
Lu Xiaobu feeling the damp and soft breeze in his ear, got goosebumps all over himself.
When it comes to teasing, Sister Lan takes the cake.
But now, here’s the dilemma, there’s only a bit of cola left, and I’m not yet satisfied. Now both Wu Qianmin and Sister Lan want some, who should I give it to?
"Sister Lan! You, you’re so annoying!"
Wu Qianmin stomp her feet in anger: "That was clearly mine."
"What did you say was yours?" Liang Lan innocently asked: "The Young Master’s Life Essence is yours?"
"Yes, that’s it!" Wu Qianmin hurriedly replied.
And then...
Under the mischievous glances of Liang Lan and Lu Xiaobu.
Swoosh—
Wu Qianmin’s pretty face blushed all the way to her neck.
She was utterly embarrassed.
What am I saying?
What... What Life Essence?
"Giggle!" Liang Lan covered her mouth and chuckled lightly: "Young Master, just give it to Qianmin. She’s about to cry if you don’t."
"Here, here, here." Lu Xiaobu also smiled and handed it over: "Here you go, my Life Essence."
"Lu! Xiao! Bu!" Wu Qianmin shouted in frustration.
"Huh?"
The gazes of others in the bar were immediately drawn over.
"Uh... No! It’s nothing!"
Under everyone’s gaze, Wu Qianmin’s face turned even hotter, and she bit her teeth saying.
"Oh!"
The gazes in the bar shifted away again.
Wu Qianmin glared at this troublemaker, huffing with anger, hugged her cola, turned her head away, and drank it furiously through the straw.
They’re all bad guys, bad guys, I’ll bite them to death!
"Here, Young Master."
Liang Lan brought over two cans of cola from the kitchen and handed them to Lu Xiaobu.
"You should’ve told me earlier, I thought there wasn’t any left."
Lu Xiaobu nodded happily, and they both started drinking, one can each.
"Young Master, are we going to sell this stuff?" Liang Lan asked, biting on her straw.
"Why should we sell it?" Lu Xiaobu said nonchalantly.
"Today, the Young Master has squandered eight million, which is nearly half of our family’s liquid assets. The restaurant’s income trickles in slowly and won’t have an immediate effect. If the Young Master doesn’t start making some money, I fear the day after tomorrow there won’t be any money left for squandering," Liang Lan analyzed.
"Oh? Out of money?" Lu Xiaobu scratched his head: "Seems like I’ve been a bit too extravagant these past few days."
"Exactly, so if the Young Master allows this drink to be sold, it would be the fastest way to recoup funds," Liang Lan said earnestly.
Although her duty wasn’t to make money, it would be her fault if the lack of funds led to the Young Master being unhappy due to not being able to splurge.
"Alright then, let’s sell it," Lu Xiaobu nodded: "Sister Lan, I’ll leave it to you."
"Okay, I’m on it," Liang Lan excitedly replied, nodding her head. It’s been a while since making money; this is quite exciting.
Liang Lan approached the little waiter Zhang Meng: "Zhang Meng, have Li Jin come over. I’m going out to run an errand for the Young Master, and he shouldn’t be left alone. Li Jin has a quick mind; he can be of some help."
"That’s fine." Zhang Meng immediately nodded as well.
"Li Jin, drop whatever you’re doing and get to Night Drunken Love Bar as soon as possible, the Young Master needs someone," Zhang Meng dialed the phone straight away.
"Alright! I’m on my way!" Li Jin yelled excitedly, his eyes brimming with tears: "Finally! At last! I don’t have to deal with cars anymore, the instructor has finally stopped picking on me! Heaven has eyes!"
"Cough cough." Zhang Meng blushed, it seemed he had been a bit too hard on his subordinate.