Chapter 110: Bart
“Mr. Scotch.”
Wen En politely nodded in return.
The elevator operator swiped the access card on the sensor and said, “The external investment conference is on the top floor. It will officially start in fifteen minutes.”
“Thank you,” Wen En said.
Hearing this “thank you,” the elevator operator was stunned for a moment. After all, in his impression, Mr. Scotch was a person who shouted at service industry workers and was rarely so polite.
For a moment, the elevator fell silent. Until the elevator reached the top floor, the elevator operator said, “We’re here. Have a nice day.”
Mr. Scotch nodded, took a long stride, and walked out of the elevator.
The moment his back foot had just stepped out of the elevator, the elevator doors closed, almost catching Wen En’s pant leg. Wen En was startled, but there were many people here, and Wen En couldn’t act too exaggerated. He had to pat his pant leg with a straight face, then straighten up and observe the surrounding situation.
First, as just mentioned, there were many people here. Except for the waiters carrying trays, who were Betas, the Alphas and Omegas who were coming and going were all wearing very expensive clothes.
“Mr. Scotch, long time no see.”
Several scantily clad Omegas came up and greeted him with a smile.
Wen En recognized the faces of two of the Omegas. These two Omegas were fashion internet celebrities. He had seen their videos on social media, but he didn’t remember their names.
“Long time no see,” Wen En smiled slightly. In any case, he still had to pretend to recognize them.
“Hey, Scotch, why do I feel like you’ve gotten more handsome?” an Omega said with a grin.
“Were your shoulders this firm and straight before?” another Omega patted his shoulder and said.
“Wow, your arms have also gotten firmer. Have you been working out?”
Seeing them about to grab his arm, Wen En dodged and said, “Alright, I still have things to do. I have to go and see my customer.”
Seeing his attitude, the two Omegas looked at each other, feeling very strange. After all, this Scotch used to be a big pervert, the kind who would pounce on any Omega who came over.
It’s over.
Wen En looked at their expressions and shouted in his heart that something was wrong. He had to give a sufficient reason to refuse these two Omegas, so as not to arouse suspicion.
“I’m going to find Mr. Donaldson. You know him, right? The chairman of Joseph Hall Biotechnology,” Wen En said in the rough tone of the big Scotch. “He’s my good bro. Do you expect me to stand him up for you?”
Hearing the name Donaldson, the two Omegas did indeed back down.
“Alright then. After you’re done in a couple of days, let’s make a video together, okay?” an Omega fashion internet celebrity poked Wen En and said.
“We’ll talk about it later,” Wen En said reluctantly. He waved his hand and said again, “Alright, I still have things to do. I’m not going to chat with you anymore.”
With that, he turned and quickly fled this place, heading for the bar.
Only two Omegas were left here, underestimating, “He’s walking so fast. I wanted to ask him which fitness coach he hired. The fitness effect is so good.”
“Mr. Scotch.”
“Mr. Scotch!”
The distance from the elevator to the bar was not short. Along the way, many internet celebrities and sharp people greeted Wen En. Of course, Wen En refused whenever he could.
The relationship between these celebrities and Scotch was of course very superficial. Being rejected by him, most of them would not be as clingy as the two Omegas just now.
Wen En passed by an Alpha who was covered in big-logo brands, was very famous in the gossip section, and was said to have exes from Capital Star to Planet T27. He was smiling and wanted to greet Scotch, but he sat down at a seat in front of the bar.
“Hello,” Wen En looked into the eyes of the Beta bartender behind the bar and said seriously, “A cappuccino, please.”
The bartender: “…I’m sorry, Mr. Scotch. We only have alcohol here, no coffee.”
Wen En: “That’s really bad, bro. Please give me an iced Americano with a salted cream cap, thank you.”
The bartender: “…Okay, please wait a moment.”
The bartender turned around, took a 500ml glass, poured a large half-glass of ice into it, took out a bottle of caramel-colored whiskey, and poured it seven-tenths full. Then, he took out a bottle of Bailey’s and filled the remaining three-tenths.
“Alright,” the bartender took a spice bottle and sprinkled a layer of white salt powder on top of the Bailey’s, then brought the glass to Wen En and said with a smile:
“Sir, your iced Americano with a salted cream cap.”
Alright, it’s not quite the same as the iced Americano in Wen En’s memory.
But Wen En couldn’t be bothered to be so picky. He picked up the glass and took a big gulp.
A little spicy on the tongue, Wen En thought, and only felt a force rush from below to his brain.
And directly behind Wen En, also on the top floor of another company’s building to the south of the Joseph Hall Biotechnology building, a sniper rifle was set up behind a certain railing.
At this time, Della was holding the fixed stock of the sniper rifle, silently watching everything.
The sniper rifle was equipped with a high-definition, multi-magnification telescope with a thermal imaging function. This telescope could penetrate the floor-to-ceiling glass of the top floor of the opposite building and clearly see everything inside in the form of thermal imaging.
As a professional, Della could of course distinguish Wen En from a group of orange-red thermal imaging figures.
So, when she saw what Wen En was doing, she frowned with disapproval and, without reservation, reported to RV:
“He finished a whole glass of about 500ml of alcohol. The thermal imaging shows that his body temperature has risen a little. I hope he’s not drunk.”
Della’s voice came into RV’s brain from the earpiece. RV gritted his teeth and was silent.
What on earth does Wen En want to do? This action is not professional at all! It’s not like something Wen En would do!
RV even suspected that Wen En was possessed by Romeo’s soul.
After a glass of wine, Wen En’s evaluation was, “Iced Americano is still better.”
The bartender: “…Thank you for your evaluation.”
I really suspect he’s here to find fault, the bartender complained in his heart.
The bartender also thought about it carefully and confirmed that he had not had any conflict with Mr. Scotch before. This time, it was purely because Scotch himself was being weird.
The bartender breathed a sigh of relief, but he felt that it was better to stay away from Mr. Scotch.
Just then, another customer came to the bar to order a drink. The bartender instantly saw him as a savior and went over to greet the new customer.
Wen En did not notice his small movements and thoughts at all. At this time, Wen En’s attention was all on the stage diagonally in front of the bar.
In the middle of the stage was a table. On the table was a black mechanical box. Next to the box was a computer. There were many wires below that were connected to the plugs under the stage. Above the box were two round, disc-like things. Around these things were also large and small buttons and switches.
The lights on the stage were originally very bright, but just as he was drinking a glass of wine, the lights on the stage went out, leaving only a beam of blue top light, shining on the mechanical box.
A familiar sound of footsteps caught Wen En’s attention.
A blond man, wearing a fluorescent green, oversized short-sleeved T-shirt on his upper body and green snakeskin long pants on his lower body, walked to the mechanical box. All the celebrities and internet celebrities in front of the stage instantly let out a cheer of screams.
Wen En: ???
Isn’t this Romeo?
Wen En knew that Romeo would appear in this place, but he hadn’t expected it to be in this way.
And where did he buy these snakeskin pants?
Before Wen En could continue to think, he saw Romeo press a certain button on the mechanical box. Then, the speakers next to the stage, without any reservation, burst out with a series of electronic dance music with the volume turned up to the maximum, the power turned up to the maximum, and the electricity so strong that it made Wen En’s scalp tingle.
Wen En: …
So noisy.
Wen En’s legs were tapping to the rhythm, but he thought, This music is so noisy that my temples are throbbing.
