My teacher is as beautiful as a demon. (188)

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Volume 1: Living with a Beautiful Teacher, Chapter 188, and Having a Second-Generation Official as a Follower.

Zhuang Qishan trembled as he apologized to Liang Jun, something Lu Qingci hadn't expected. She

glanced at Liang Jun curiously, then realized that Liang Jun had asked her to record the video for this ingenious purpose. She couldn't help but

chuckle inwardly: This guy has so many tricks up his sleeve! But he always has a way. Thinking this,

Lu Qingci wanted to laugh, but felt embarrassed. She raised her hand to brush her hair back from her forehead,

but secretly glanced at Zhuang Qishan through her arm.

This guy had been harassing Lu Qingci for over two months. Initially, Lu Qingci, because her father and her own father were

acquaintances, didn't want to offend him too much and politely refused. However, this guy was excessively arrogant and narcissistic

. After being rejected by Lu

Qingci Lu Qingci into hatred, to the point of speaking rudely to her. This greatly angered Lu Qingci. Now, she

was secretly glancing at Zhuang Qishan, wanting to see his embarrassed state.

This was the first time Zhuang Qishan had pleaded for someone. Given his personality, he would never bow his head to anyone,

but he knew his mistake today was too serious. Don't underestimate a small video; Guo Meimei's lesson

was too profound, simply shocking. At the time, as soon as the incident occurred, his father called him

into his room and said to him in an extremely serious and formal tone, "I haven't interfered with your messes outside

, but let me tell you, if you dare to cause such trouble, don't blame me for

being ruthless ." If you don't want to lose your current life, then restrain yourself.

Zhuang Qishan grew up in an official family and was naturally very clear about the ways of officialdom, knowing

how powerful the connections were. Back then, he even laughed at that girl for being so stupid, but he never expected

to do something like this himself today, which gave him a cold sweat. No matter what, he had to control

this matter; that was Zhuang Qishan's first reaction. Therefore, he was going all out today.

While nodding and bowing, he secretly observed Liang Jun, trying to judge Liang Jun's thoughts.

Liang Jun's face showed nothing; he was neither anxious nor angry, neither warm nor cold, neither happy nor sad. Zhuang Qishan felt increasingly

uneasy, secretly wondering, "Which temple does this guy come from? He seems like

a guy . Sigh, it's all my fault for not judging people carefully enough.

" Liang Jun finally spoke, "Hey buddy, what are you doing?" "I didn't say what I was doing, I just wanted to post

what happened today online for fun."

Zhuang Qishan was furious inside, thinking to himself, "Damn it, once I get my hands on the video, I'll rip your

ass off! I'll be surnamed Zhuang!" But he still had to smooth things over. So he became even more humble, saying, "

Hehe, brother, this isn't anything funny. I'm a low-key person. It was all a misunderstanding, just

joking around. I think we shouldn't post this online.

If it does, it won't be good for anyone, especially for Princess Lu." This statement carried a hint of threat,

warning Liang Jun that if things escalated, he wouldn't hesitate to fight to the death.

Liang Jun listened intently, thinking carefully, and then said seriously, "It's not a big deal. First, there's no trace of her in

the video, and second, her card can't possibly have 1.9 million."

This one sentence, both sarcastic and pointed out the crux of the problem, shattered Zhuang Qishan's illusions

. He looked dejected and thought for a while, deciding that he could only turn to Lu Qingci for help. He turned to

her and said, "Princess, shouldn't we avoid escalating things to an unmanageable point?

Let's leave each other some room for maneuver, okay?"

Seeing Zhuang Qishan's cowardly demeanor, Lu Qingci softened her stance. She thought for a moment, then went to Liang Jun's side and

said, "Forget it. My grandfather and his father are very familiar with each other. If things really get out of hand, it won't be good."

Seeing Lu Qingci intervene, Liang Jun knew he had done enough, essentially giving her face.

But he hadn't gotten his revenge yet and couldn't let her off easily. He turned to Zhuang Qishan and said, "Oh dear, I'm

just too soft-hearted, especially with Qingci speaking up. I really feel bad."

Hearing Liang Jun's words, Zhuang Qishan couldn't help but show a smug expression, meaning, "I've finally got you

sorted out ." But Liang Jun's tone took another turn. "Judging from what Mr. Zhuang says, you're truly a peace-loving

guy. But actions speak louder than words. How can I know if a guy is sincere without spending time with him? What

if I were to disarm myself and, with your status as a second-generation official, you were to kill a nobody like me ? 　　" Zhuang Qishan asked in surprise, "You know me?" 　　Liang Jun shook his head. "Then how do you know I'm a second term. 　　Liang Jun said, "It's simple. You speak so casually to Qingci. If you were just a rich kid, you probably wouldn't have the guts to do that." Liang Jun addressed Lu Qingci as Qingci for the second time, which made Lu Qingci a little uncomfortable, while Zhuang Qishan was filled with jealousy. However, he dared not show it now. It was Liang Jun's simplest and quickest way of thinking that made him feel a sense of fear. He secretly sighed: This guy's brain is too twisted. If I didn't have the background of a second-generation official, I probably would never be his match. 　　However, he had no choice but to accept Liang Jun's offer, so he asked helplessly, " What ?" Liang Jun replied, "It's simple. Be my lackey for the night. If you satisfy me, I'll return the video to you immediately without saying a word. If you're not satisfied, then I'm sorry." 　　Zhuang Qishan's expression shifted dramatically, turning red and white in turns. For a moment, he almost gave up and wanted to jump up and slap Liang Jun, but he calmed down. He remembered that Liang Jun's single move had caused him excruciating pain, forcing him to release his grip on Lu Qingci's hand. If this were in Nanjing, he would n't need to negotiate with Liang Jun like this at all; a simple call to the police would have resulted in someone forcibly taking his phone. But this was Shanghai, Lu Qingci's territory, and he couldn't use his skills. After much deliberation , he could only nod dejectedly and agree. 　　This displeased someone—Lu Qingci herself. She was going to have to go out with Liang Jun tonight...

Attending a club event with such a follower would be incredibly awkward. However, Lu Qingci

was a smart girl; she knew that sometimes a man's authority and face needed a woman's obedience to

maintain . If she pleased Liang Jun today, he would be more attentive to her in the future. Therefore, she

chose to remain silent.

Liang Jun's satisfaction was self-evident. He had dealt with Zhuang Qishan, then turned to the manager and said, "I'm sorry

, manager, I can't buy any clothes from your store today. Originally, I planned to buy

100,000 yuan worth of clothes for myself and my girlfriend, but this lady has irritated me, making me lose my desire to buy anything. I'll have to spend

the money in another store."

This news was definitely not good for the manager. Modern enterprise management is all about digitalization

; everything is based on numbers. The store he worked for sold high-end clothing, which ordinary customers could

n't afford. Therefore, to keep the business afloat, they needed to attract more wealthy customers. Although today's young man wasn't

a huge client, someone with 9.68 million yuan in his account was no small customer either. Such people

were hard to find, and the waitress was simply clueless, having offended such a customer. How could he not be furious? His

gaze towards the waitress was beyond cold; it sent a

chill down her spine.

Liang Jun's words finally reminded the waitress of her job:

selling goods. And today's customer was precisely this bumpkin. If the sale went through,

she could earn a commission of over a thousand yuan. If, as the bumpkin suggested, he bought 100,000 yuan worth of goods,

she could earn over three thousand yuan. But she had offended this very bumpkin, and she was truly

regretting it. In desperation, she turned to Zhuang Qishan for help, but Zhuang Qishan had only been using

her. How could he possibly be interested in a saleswoman, especially one who wasn't particularly attractive?

Now that the woman had looked at him, Zhuang Qishan looked away. First, he had no interest

in helping a saleswoman. Second, his own honor and disgrace were in her hands; how could he possibly speak up

for someone else ?

The saleswoman realized the enormity of her mistake—offending the real benefactor by currying favor with

someone who had little money and was heartless. She had come to Shanghai alone, now living in a basement,

constantly facing rent demands from the landlord. She knew the hardships of life better than anyone, and she

needed . Seeing the manager's murderous glare, she panicked completely.

The manager ignored him for the moment and instead approached Liang Jun sincerely, saying, "Sir, there's no need to get so angry over a

girl . If you still can't calm down, our store can give you a bigger discount,

okay?"

Liang Jun replied, "I don't need your discount. I can afford to buy clothes."

The manager immediately realized that his tactics were useless against wealthy people. He rolled his eyes,

thinking, "The one who tied the knot must untie it. This guy's anger was caused by the waitress, so the waitress has

to put out the fire." With that thought, he sternly told the waitress, "You caused this mess, so you have to deal with it yourself.

If you ca you're fired. You'll have to find another job.

" The waitress was truly devastated; if she really lost her job, she probably

wouldn't even be able to live in a basement. She approached Liang Jun, about to say something, when he stopped her. "Forget it, you don't need to say

anything . I won't buy anything from you. You said yourself, if you don't have money, don't embarrass

yourself in public. I'm not stupid enough to embarrass myself again. I sense that you don't seem to be very wealthy either. I'm

puzzled

. Apart from Mr. Zhuang, none of us are rich. Why is there such hatred between two proletarians? What's even more puzzling is that your job is to sell clothes. What does it matter to you whether I'm rich or poor? Why did I get

so angry?" I finally understood a principle: the rich have their reasons for being rich, and the poor have

their reasons for being poor.

The saleswoman just kept bowing and saying, "I'm sorry, I was wrong. Please forgive me."

Seeing her crying, Liang Jun finally felt compassion and said, "Forget it, I won't

argue with you anymore. Just pay for these clothes."

He handed over his card, which the saleswoman quickly took and carefully swiped. The manager approached him

cautiously, asking, "Sir, would you like to pick out some more items?"

Liang Jun waved

his He then tossed his discarded clothes into the hands of the spoiled rich kid, Zhuang Qishan, saying, "Here you go. Your lackey

starts now."

Zhuang Qishan held the bag of clothes, his face terrifyingly grim.

Liang Jun ignored him and swaggered to the next shop. There, he picked out

whatever . Lu Qingci, knowing Liang Jun had so much money, didn't hold back and ripped him off, buying

several items and racking up over 50,000 yuan in charges.

The manager followed Liang Jun and, seeing that he had indeed bought tens of thousands more in clothes,

returned to his shop with a grim expression. He stared at the sales clerk for a long time, then suddenly raised his hand and slapped the clerk across

the face , cursing, "You spendthrift! If it weren't for you, that kid would have spent all his tens of thousands in my shop!"

The waiter, upon learning that Liang Jun had spent tens of thousands more at the next store, was so regretful he wanted to kill himself.

Meanwhile, Lu Qingci, dressed in the new clothes Liang Jun had bought for her, looked even more stunning, dazzling everyone.

Zhuang Qishan, carrying the two men's discarded clothes, watched his goddess

chatting and laughing , while he followed behind, carrying their clothes, his steps heavy with sorrow.

Liang Jun, in high spirits after dealing with the two men, asked Lu Qingci, "Where are we going?"

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