Cheng Lang was less than satisfied. "Only twenty percent off?"
"That's the price for custom-made clothes at White Jade Capital. But with skin as thick as yours, maybe you can haggle for a few more discounts." Wang shook his head, truly speechless at Cheng Lang.
"As for your performance outfit, I've already given your measurements to the tailor. The finished piece should be ready in about half a month. Try it on then, and if anything doesn't fit, we'll alter it." Old Master Qin's birthday banquet was still a month away, so there was plenty of time.
Thinking of that, Wang asked Cheng Lang again, "How's your act coming along? Don't drop the ball at the birthday banquet. White Jade Capital will be the one embarrassed."
"Don't worry." Cheng Lang grinned. "I'm super reliable. I never drop the ball."
Wang studied Cheng Lang carefully. Ever since the day he had met him, he had never once thought this guy was reliable.
Now he was even more worried.
After leaving the dance floor, Cheng Lang wanted to use the restroom. Perhaps he thought the second-floor restroom was unlucky, because he unusually went down to the first floor to line up.
Most of the people waiting there were customers who had just watched Cheng Lang perform. They had held it in for two hours and were waiting to relieve themselves. Seeing the star of the show come over to queue with them, everyone immediately got excited. "Oh? You came too?"
Cheng Lang nodded and smiled apologetically. "Yeah, I came."
"You shouldn't have come," one customer said. Didn't this kid usually take care of things on the second floor? Why was he squeezing in here with them today? Was he trying to compare lengths?
Thinking they were making a meme joke, Cheng Lang