Chapter 185: A Blood Feud with the Lin Family!
Moyu Internet Café Flagship Store.
The entrance was already packed tightly with enthusiastic onlookers.
On the stage on the first floor, Chen Lei was casually strumming his guitar and singing.
Even though it was daytime, the audience cooperated by listening quietly, holding back their applause and cheers until after the performance, then erupting into celebration.
People continuously walked up to the bar, throwing down bright red banknotes, taking only a single drink back with them and leaving the rest as a tip or gift for Chen Lei.
The bartenders, waitstaff, and even Ma Yang and Zhang Yuan were all swamped and overwhelmed during this time.
They never dreamed that Moyu Internet Café could become this popular!
Thankfully, last night they urgently transferred service staff from other Moyu branches to help out, barely managing to keep things running.
Ma Yang couldn't help but feel a bit emotional—it was all thanks to Brother Qian's foresight in opening several stores early. Otherwise, where would they have found so much manpower on such short notice?
The other Moyu Internet Cafés had seen an uptick in foot traffic too, but nothing compared to the flagship store—after all, most people had come just to see Chen Lei.
Now this was a true flagship store!
On the second floor, a long-legged girl was sitting by the window. She took a posed photo of herself.
In the photo, she was holding a book she'd just pulled from the shelf, reading seriously under the sunlight, giving off a serene and peaceful vibe.
—-Except the book's upside-down Russian title translated to "Operation and Maintenance of Hand Tractors."
Some patrons were sipping drinks while genuinely enjoying Chen Lei's performance.
But with the crowd around the stage being so dense, many couldn't get close, so they wandered around the internet café, exploring this somewhat mysterious venue.
The spotless and tidy gaming area, the tastefully designed bookshelves, the atmospheric private cinema, and the courteous staff—
Many people were only now realizing—this place actually had taste!
Most of these customers lived nearby. As soon as they heard Chen Lei would be performing, they rushed over.
They had walked past Moyu Internet Café before, but never gone inside—usually turned off by the seemingly high prices.
But now? It didn't seem expensive at all!
On one hand, the café had great ambiance and service. Not to mention, the computers were far superior to those in any other local internet café.
Sure, there were high-end internet cafés nearby, but even those often skimped on hardware to save money. Most opted for budget builds with good cost-performance ratios.
But here? The machines were flawless—top of the line. Many visitors thought, even if I built my own PC, it probably wouldn't be better than these.
The gaming experience? Absolutely top-tier!
Not to mention the drinks, the environment—everything was first-class.
On the other hand, the prices hadn't gone up!
Same pricing as before, even with Chen Lei performing live.
That made the place seem really fair.
If it were any other boss, they'd probably charge for entry just because Chen Lei was there. And even if not, the drinks and everything else would definitely be more expensive.
After all, making money is the norm—this kind of pricing trick is standard practice.
But Moyu Internet Café was different.
Even with Chen Lei performing, the prices remained exactly the same.
Many customers were genuinely moved. A place this honest and fair? Truly rare!
They had thought it was expensive before—but that had clearly been a misunderstanding!
And starting tonight, die-hard Chen Lei fans were expected to fly in from other cities. When that happens, the scene will be even more packed than it is now!
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Pei Qian arrived at the flagship Moyu Internet Café… and immediately regretted it.
He had come in a bad mood, just wanting a quiet drink to sulk.
But what he saw was—there was no space to even step inside!
The two-story café was completely packed. Forget the bar area—even the gaming zone had crowds gathered, with three to five spectators behind every single computer.
Pei Qian wanted to go in, but the problem was, so did the hundreds of people outside. And the people already inside? They weren't leaving anytime soon.
Many were standing outside the café just to hear Chen Lei sing, stretching out their hands through the crowd to pass money to the servers—just to buy a single drink, with the rest of their cash going straight to Chen Lei as a tip.
Even the neighboring stores were packed. Some people had even gone up to the second floor of the board game bar across the street, just to get a better view from above.
Thankfully, the street wasn't a major road. Otherwise, this crowd might have caused a full-blown traffic jam.
Pei Qian felt… deeply depressed.
Was this still his Moyu Internet Café?
It used to be quiet and empty, just the way he liked it. When he came, he could get a drink, sit wherever he pleased. A massive café operating just for him—and best of all, it was losing money. Perfect!
But now? He couldn't even find a place to stand…
"Forget it, I'll go to another branch," Pei Qian muttered, speechless.
It was clear—he wouldn't be coming back to the flagship store again.
Fortunately, there were still a few other locations left.
Just as he was about to leave, a staff member who had been greeting guests outside noticed him and rushed over.
"President Pei! You're here—please come inside, we've saved a seat for you!"
Pei Qian blinked. "You… saved me a seat?"
The staff member nodded. "Of course! Chen Lei's been waiting for you. This way, please!"
Several other staff members came over as well, escorting Pei Qian through the employee entrance into the café.
There was an empty spot right next to the bar—clearly reserved just for him.
Ma Yang looked exhausted, but was still doing his best to stay alert and work. "Brother Qian, you're here? Have a seat—your drink will be ready in a second!"
Onstage, Chen Lei spotted Pei Qian and gave him a small smile and nod. Then, he began to sing:
"In the quiet night, you understand my sorrow... no matter how far I drift, I never forget that glass of intoxicating wine—"
The song "Waiting", which had gone viral on Searching for a Good Voice and had already climbed the music charts, began playing in Moyu Internet Café.
This was Chen Lei's live version.
In that moment—surrounded by this setting, the atmosphere, the music—many people were quietly moved.
A man seated in the front row, dressed casually yet exuding a powerful aura, raised his hand and beckoned a server over. He whispered a few words.
Soon, Chen Lei finished his performance.
The server stepped onto the stage and made an announcement:
"Everyone, great news! All purchases made from this afternoon through tonight will be covered by Young Master Lin!"
Pei Qian had just taken a sip of his drink—and nearly spit it out.
Amid the thunderous cheers from the crowd, Pei Qian glanced in the direction of the man. There was something… oddly familiar about him.
Young Master Lin looked back at Pei Qian and gave a polite nod and smile.
Pei Qian: "..."
The man looked quite a bit like Lin Zhou, the president of Shenhua Real Estate, whom Pei Qian had seen in a few photos before—but this one seemed younger.
Then Pei Qian's heart gave a cold jolt.
He remembered now—this was Lin Chang, the third son of Lin Zhengnan, and the president of Shenhua Film & Media Co., Ltd.
Pei Qian silently finished his drink.
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Lin Chang was slightly surprised.
This President Pei really did seem… unusual.
With someone else footing the bill, people were naturally going to go all out with their spending. By the end of the night, the total might reach into the hundreds of thousands.
But to Lin Chang, that wasn't a big deal. He simply treated it as a small gesture—a welcome gift for President Pei.
Besides, he genuinely thought Chen Lei was a talented performer.
What intrigued him the most, though, was Pei Qian's reaction.
Not even the slightest sign of flattery. If anything, the way Pei Qian looked at him carried a faint hint of caution.
He wasn't dazzled by the gesture, and even amid this overwhelming success, he remained calm. He stayed wary of this seemingly "kind" offer, alert to any possible hidden traps…
'Wan'er is right, he really is an exceptional person,' Lin Chang thought, deeply impressed.
Pei Qian, on the other hand, slammed his glass down on the table with quiet fury.
"I will never coexist with the Lin family!!!"
"..."
But the thought quickly shifted in his mind.
Wait a second—that's not quite right.
He wasn't failing at losing money anymore. The more profit he earned, the more personal wealth he could convert during system settlement.
If he looked at it that way, maybe… he should thank Lin Chang? This one move alone might net him a few extra thousand yuan in personal assets.
This should've been good news…
So why did it feel so infuriating?
Pei Qian felt nothing but deep sorrow.
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