"He said he'd write a medical classic for you?" Ye Lin grew even more excited when he heard what Ye Xiaxuan said.
Bian Que's Inner Canon, the Outer Classic-compared with a medical classic written by Su Yi, they simply weren't worth a penny.
Ye Xiaxuan clearly still hadn't realized just what she had missed. "I looked at the bamboo slips he gave me, and they were extraordinary. He seemed to mean that I should choose: either he'd give me those two volumes of bamboo slips, or he'd write a volume for me. Of course I wanted the two volumes of bamboo slips!"
"Ah!" Ye Lin could only heave a deep sigh. "He isn't with you right now?"
"Of course not." Ye Xiaxuan asked in bewilderment, "Grandpa, just who is Su Yi? He seems to have quite a few treasures at home, but why does he live somewhere like this?"
"Don't go asking about those things," Ye Lin said. "Since you've already taken him as your master, make sure you do well."
"Grandpa, do you want to look at those two medical classics?" Ye Xiaxuan was like a child who had found treasure and wanted to share it with Ye Lin.
But Ye Lin said, "Since your master gave them to you, remember that you must never show them to anyone! You should know what Bian Que's Inner Canon and the Outer Classic mean."
Ye Xiaxuan's heart nearly leaped into her throat. Her grandfather's words clearly meant he was already one hundred percent certain that the two medical classics were genuine. Then Su Yi's identity...
Of course, Su Yi knew nothing of the conversation between Ye Lin and Ye Xiaxuan, nor was he interested in knowing.
By six thirty, Su Yi had arrived at the Sober Bar. Zhang Ting was already there, doing the accounts inside.
"You're here?" Zhang Ting looked up and smiled at Su Yi. "Don't you have evening self-study?"
Su Yi walked over with a smile. "I'm not going!"
Zhang Ting put down her pen and looked at Su Yi. "If you have evening self-study, you can actually come in later. Your studies should come first, after all. This job brings in money quickly, but you can't do it forever."
Su Yi hadn't expected Zhang Ting to say that. After all, he could tell that he could generate quite a bit of revenue for the bar. An ordinary boss might encourage him to skip evening self-study, preferably coming in every day.
"Didn't you say you came from the mountains?" Zhang Ting said. "There's never anything wrong with learning more while you're young. If I'd managed to get into university back then, I might not be doing this now."
Su Yi chuckled. "Sister Ting, you don't need to worry about my studies. The reason I don't go is that self-study doesn't mean much to me."
Zhang Ting couldn't quite understand what Su Yi meant, but she could only shake her head, assuming he simply didn't like studying. "I'll let Brother Chuan and the others know. If you have evening self-study, you can come later. We don't really get many customers until after ten thirty anyway."
"Thank you." Su Yi thanked her, then asked, "Will Lin Yiyun be coming a little later too?"
Zhang Ting paused, narrowing her eyes at Su Yi with a smile. "What? Interested in that girl?"
Su Yi made no attempt to hide it. "Yes!"
Zhang Ting shook with laughter like blossoms trembling on a branch. "I thought a young boy like you would be shy talking about this sort of thing. I didn't expect you to admit it so readily."
A young boy?
Su Yi had been misunderstood plenty of times over the years. Hearing Zhang Ting's words, he merely smiled.
As far as he was concerned, there was no need to hide liking someone. The reason he hadn't said too much directly to Lin Yiyun was that he knew very well that, if he said it outright, it would not only sound like a tale from the Arabian Nights to her, but might even make her reject him. It was better to let everything take its natural course.
"Sister Ting, I hope you can keep this a secret for me." Su Yi smiled faintly. "I don't want her to know about it yet."
Zhang Ting gave him a knowing smile. "Don't worry. Sister Ting will keep your secret. Do your best."
In any case, Su Yi had quite a good impression of Zhang Ting.
After nine that evening, the bar gradually filled with customers.
Under Su Yi's earlier agreement with Zhang Ting, he could choose his own customers.
In other words, he didn't have to keep anyone company if he didn't want to. But since he was drawing a salary, he naturally wouldn't just sit there watching. Helping carry drinks or opening bottles for customers were all things he needed to do.
The Sober Bar was half quiet bar, half performance bar, with a dance floor in the very center for talent performances.
But anyone who had been to this sort of place knew that requesting dances cost money.
Men came here to spend money for a very simple reason: to seek pleasure.
After spending quite a while bustling around the bar, Su Yi carried a dozen drinks over to K13.
"Su Yi!!"
The person seated right in the middle of K13 was none other than Zhao Yin. When he saw Su Yi, a strange smile involuntarily appeared on his face.
He had come here because he'd learned that Lin Yiyun worked here part-time, but he hadn't expected Su Yi to be working here too.
Now this was interesting!
Su Yi raised his eyes to glance at him, said nothing, and turned to leave.
Zhao Yin's ugly face was full of mockery, as though he were a lofty god looking down on a lowly ant.
"Stop right there!" Zhao Yin stood up excitedly. Having run into Su Yi on an occasion like this, if he didn't settle every score today, how could he show his face again?
Su Yi wasn't afraid of trouble either. Hearing him shout, he stopped and looked back at him. "Anything else?"
"You're a waiter! Don't you know how to open bottles? And what kind of attitude is that?" The corner of Zhao Yin's mouth lifted. He had thought Su Yi had some sort of backing, but it turned out he was a waiter here.
Now he could rest completely easy.
A broke loser-couldn't he trample him however he pleased?
"Open bottles?" As Su Yi said this, he glanced back, then smiled at Zhao Yin. "Sorry, I need to attend to some other customers."
He Liao was nearby. Seeing this, he hurried over and said to Zhao Yin with a broad smile, "Bro, I'll open your bottles!"
"Get lost! I want him to open my bottles today!" Zhao Yin was utterly overbearing as he pointed at Su Yi. "I paid to have fun here. He's not going anywhere today!"
Su Yi narrowed his eyes at him and asked with a smile, "Zhao Yin, right? Your mom's here!"
"Your mom's here!" Zhao Yin roared. "Do you want to lose your job today?"
Su Yi offered no further explanation. He was still an accurate judge of people; he could recognize people with a direct blood relationship at a glance.
Just then, Gao Yun, who had drunk with Su Yi the night before, strode over, glared furiously at Zhao Yin, and barked, "You little brat! What are you doing here?"