Chapter 622: Chapter 622 Not Interested_1 Chapter 622: Chapter 622 Not Interested_1 Speaking of Brother Cha Yingjun, he could certainly be described as a man with a clear goal and strong initiative.
Unlike his overly confident peers.
His purpose for coming to Shangjing was explicit: instead of exhausting himself chasing the path of the Transcendents, he fully leveraged his own advantages as a stepping stone to progress.
Being a Transcendent combined with his good looks was enough to make things go smoothly for him everywhere.
Indeed, choosing the right track is crucial!
During such reflections, Fu Qian gently laid down the person in his arms who had fainted.
Everyone has their own ambitions, and for this gentleman, Fu Qian harbored no ill feelings.
The reason for seeking him out was mainly due to his identity, which was quite suitable for the current situation.
A lone individual favored by fortune, well-informed yet not too conspicuous–perfect for certain maneuvers.
Fu Qian quickly extracted a long rope and, just like the last time, tightly bound the man in coils.
Even if he were to wake up mid-way, with this brother’s capability, it would be quite difficult for him to extricate himself.
After completing all this, Fu Qian walked over and opened the wardrobe, his features and stature rapidly transforming.
Brother Cha’s clothes were too flamboyant, and, since he was at home, there were clearly many more options, so there was no need to strip them directly.
A glance at the closet revealed it was stuffed to the brim, evidently, Brother Cha had spent a significant amount on this aspect.
The pure white battle garb from last time was nowhere to be seen, presumably discarded by him.
Lacking expertise in fashion, it took Fu Qian a considerable amount of time to get dressed properly.
After ensuring everything was in order with Cha Yingjun, Fu Qian, satisfied, picked up the invitation from the table and left.
Judging from the address on the invitation, the destination clearly belonged to a private residence, fitting the concept of the high-end circles mentioned by Cha Yingjun.
After all, private collections are often astonishingly rich.
This effort by Brother Cha likely wasn’t in vain.
In fact, the entry point chosen by Brother Cha was quite astute.
There’s a unique advantage in the realm of art: the inclusiveness of its social circles.
Whether Transcendents or ordinary elites, under the stable social structure maintained by the Night Watchman, they can legitimately come together in the name of art without the awkwardness of ulterior motives.
Speaking of which, it’s unknown how the Night Watchman internally responded to the Dunis incident.
But one thing is clear: if ancient Divine Beings really could be awakened by such calls, it would make sense why the Night Watchman insists on maintaining a stable social structure.
Even delicately nurturing the sapling of technology, developing it up to the present to craft a society akin to the modern one.
In theory, they were fully capable of setting humanity back a thousand years.
This was a form of indirect suppression.
As Veil mentioned, ever since the advent of the steam engine, those who could still receive responses from the Divine Beings became rarer.
During that prolonged night, quite a few events must have occurred.
And from my own experiences recently, the Divine Beings are not as silent and dissipated as in the legends; they even seem to be attempting a return.
For example, Rom, who tried to take over someone else’s nest, although he faced failure while I held his head down this time, clearly did not fall.
“Mr. Cha Yingjun, please come with me.”
In front of a tranquil villa, after checking the invitation Fu Qian handed over, a composed servant invited him inside.
Simply in terms of area, it wasn’t a mansion extravagant in size, roughly on par with Wen Li’s Shangjing residence.
But upon entering, one could see understated luxury everywhere.
Various sculptures and paintings that seemed authentic also genuinely adorned the space with an artistic flair.
And following the servant to the living room, one could see that many had arrived earlier; amid the elegant music, they were gathered in small groups, drinking and chatting.
As soon as Fu Qian entered, many eyes sized him up.
Brother Cha really had gone to some lengths to obtain the invitation, feeling like an outsider!
Most people glanced once and then looked away, making it evident that Cha Yingjun was not very familiar with this circle.
Fu Qian accepted the scrutiny nonchalantly, silently making his own assessments.
In the room, there were scarcely any Transcendents, and the few present were of advanced age.
At this moment, as a young Transcendent, Brother Cha was undeniably out of the ordinary.
Those who knew his background found the perception a bit subtle, even though it was disguised under the name of art.
The ones who were unaware did not dare to approach rashly.
Thus, for a while, Fu Qian seemed somewhat out of place amongst the others.
A moment later, a lady with glamorous makeup greeted him and handed him a glass of wine with a smirking greeting.
Her slightly curled long hair, the vaguely ambiguous tone of voice, and her voluptuous figure.
This woman, who appeared to be in her thirties, was adorned from head to toe in expensive attire.
There was also a familiar scent of perfume about her.
Fu Qian seemed to have figured out how Brother Cha’s invitation came about.
“I thought I had arrived quite early.”
Encountering Brother Cha’s close female friend here wasn’t too strange a matter.
Accepting the glass of wine, Fu Qian greeted her with a beaming smile.
“I deliberately came early, worrying you might feel awkward on your own,” said the lady, winking and whispering in a low voice.
Brother Cha was quite an achiever, huh!
Feeling the woman’s warmth, Fu Qian couldn’t help but be touched.
Gauging her appearance, she must be wealthy if not noble, but unquestionably a commoner.
A young and handsome Transcendent who also did not act arrogantly, and even willingly integrated into the lives of commoners, undoubtedly had significant allure for her.
“The host of the Salon is rather unassuming and won’t appear until it officially begins,” said the lady, covering her mouth with a chuckle when she saw that Fu Qian did not speak.
“Would you like me to introduce you to a few friends first?”
Fu Qian accepted her suggestion without any hesitation, decisively agreeing.
He certainly wasn’t there to discuss art today; socializing was the goal.
In fact, Fu Qian believed many here harbored the same intention.
“Julie, who is this?”
Following the lady back to her previous circle, Fu Qian instantly became the center of attention. Before she could introduce him, someone already asked eagerly.
An ordinary person, in his forties, his tone slightly forced, while his gaze towards Julie was somewhat fervent.
Could he be a spurned rival in love?
Fu Qian glanced at him but didn’t utter a word.
“Never mind the introductions, by the looks of it, this must be Mr. Cha,” said the man with a hearty laugh, though his eyes studying Fu Qian were somewhat piercing.
“I’m Jose. I had only heard of you, but seeing Mr. Cha in person, indeed you stand out from the crowd. No wonder you’ve completely captivated our Julie.”
“But I didn’t expect Mr. Cha to also be interested in art. Maybe later we can have a good discussion about it.”
“You flatter me,” Fu Qian replied quietly, waiting for Jose to finish before offering a faint smile.
“Actually, I’m not interested.”