Chapter 883 Xiaojin Will Take Care of It
But actually, it was nothing much, because no interests were involved, so as long as you treated them kindly, it really wasn’t a problem.
Yet, Fang Hao and the others felt extremely uneasy, and Gu Qibao felt the same.
Although she still laughed and chatted with Nangong Ran and the others, one could see that she was a bit awkward.
It was really uncomfortable being stared at by a bunch of intense gazes, and Di Mingjue disliked this feeling even more.
They all didn’t like this feeling, because it was too conspicuous, being curiously watched and scrutinized by others.
In such an occasion, the Nangong Family seemed more at ease, but Nangong Jin also sensed this subtle dissonance in the atmosphere.
Fang Hao even discussed with Qin Qian and Li Hui, wondering if they should not make it so noticeable.
Li Hui waved her hand, not caring in the least, "What’s the big deal? Xiaojin will take care of it once he’s on it."
Fang Hao blinked and asked, "Should we give these people some food? But I didn’t prepare much food, definitely not enough to share. Although, I did bring a few cases of wine."
Li Hui couldn’t help but laugh, "Share with these people? We aren’t incognito here, and they’re not impoverished people who’ve never had a meal before."
Fang Hao’s intentions were kind and well-meaning, but others might not see it that way.
Li Hui raised her eyebrows, "No worries, Xiaojin will handle it, just watch."
Fang Hao scratched his head and couldn’t help but turn his eyes towards Nangong Jin.
Nangong Jin, being injured, walked a bit slowly, made his way to the arranged site, leisurely took out a cigarette, lit it with a flourish, took a stylish drag, blew out a ring of smoke, turned his head, and even saw these onlooking spectators pursing their lips and discussing animatedly as if it were quite the spectacle.
He scoffed with a laugh and snapped his fingers at a bodyguard nearby.
The bodyguard came over, and he whispered something to the bodyguard, who nodded in response.
In no time, several bodyguards came over with a few cases of wine.
Nangong Jin opened a bottle first, took off his sunglasses, took a swig, lifted the bottle, and said with a smile, "My aunt would like to treat everyone to a drink. Who’s interested?"
At Nangong Jin’s words, the people exchanged looks, and a stir began to rise among them.
At a glance, that wine was obviously good stuff.
Sometimes, people aren’t just tempted by the thought of a freebie; more often than not, friendliness can also bring everyone together, regardless of whether they know each other or not.
Nangong Jin himself owned a bar and was naturally skilled at energizing the atmosphere.
Though they could totally snub these people in a very pretentious manner.
But since the point of going out was to have fun, mingling with strangers was generally preferable to sticking out awkwardly in a crowd and facing criticism.
Besides, this place was public to begin with, mostly frequented by commoners. There would probably be waves of people coming later.
Them sticking out here like monkeys on display for onlookers was just plain awkward.
Rather than that, it was better to blend in with the crowd, so the subsequent arrivals wouldn’t be so surprised.
Some enthusiastic and fun-loving people were the first to raise their hands, "Me."
Nangong Jin let out a sharp whistle and, with a suave move, pulled out a bottle from the box and tossed it to that person.
The person caught it and instantly exclaimed, "Holy shit, ’82 Lafite!"
The guy’s eyes lit up with joy, he held up the wine bottle, his attitude became more friendly, "Thanks."
"No problem," Nangong Jin said with a smile, a smile that was charmingly enchanting, "We’re all just out here to have fun, right?"
Perhaps it was his unreserved smile that infected everyone, the way he carried himself without any airs felt particularly cordial, and his words were especially polite.