Strange Life of a Cat-Chapter 232 - 225 Attend to

Chapter 232: Chapter 225: Attend to

Chapter 232 -225: Attend to

Zheng Tan had indeed hesitated over whether to snitch on Senior Hetao, but ultimately he decided against it. All things considered, he didn’t hold any grudge against that “Advanced Scammer”. The man’s actions on the mountain had actually been somewhat helpful. Since it didn’t involve his own interests, and seemed to pose no threat to him or Senior Hetao, Zheng Tan couldn’t be bothered to make a fuss.

During the following period, Zheng Tan didn’t spot that “Advanced Scammer” around the Affiliated Hospital. Every day, so many people came to the hospital for treatment; after all, it was a genuine top-tier medical facility. There were so many patients that Zheng Tan simply couldn’t keep up, even the old lady from before, he rarely ran into her, perhaps once in every three visits. Encountering her before was just down to luck or coincidence.

As for that “Advanced Scammer”, as days went by, Zheng Tan stopped thinking about him. He didn’t bother to pay much attention to people or things that had no connection to his life.

That day, Zheng Tan returned to a place he hadn’t visited in a long time—the Night Building.

It was Wei Leng who had brought Zheng Tan over, accompanied by his wife.

It was rare for Wei Leng to bring his wife to a place like the Night Building. Although the Night Building was entirely different from those messy clubs, nightclubs, and bars, Wei Leng’s wife clearly looked like an honest person. She had been the obedient, good girl type during her student days, seldom going out late at night, and had practically never been to a nightclub or bar.

Mrs. Wei wasn’t particularly beautiful; her looks were average, but she was very amiable, virtuous and took good care of her family. Before getting married, Wei Leng once mentioned during a casual conversation with some friends that marriage was for the sake of a future life together. Having found such a suitable partner, Wei Leng was exceedingly satisfied with his wife. One could tell from Wei Leng’s current routine—far more orderly than before, with early nights and early mornings, and not having visited the Night Building for quite some time.

The reason for coming today was actually for a performance happening at the East Palace tonight.

The performers at East Palace tonight were a band from abroad. They had combined traditional old-style blues with later all-inclusive urban blues, creating their unique genre. Among some of the domestic teenagers and twenty-somethings, they might not be very famous, but in terms of international fame, they were much stronger than some of the so-called popular bands in China.

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Of course, there were many people in China who liked this band as well, and Mrs. Wei was one of them. It wasn’t so much that Mrs. Wei had a particular fondness for blues music, but she had read a book written by the band’s lead singer and became a fan of the band. That’s also why Wei Leng, having stepped up as a great husband who hadn’t been out late in a long time, brought his wife here.

And to come to the Night Building, Wei Leng finally remembered Zheng Tan, drove to Chuhua University to pick him up, and then headed to the Night Building.

With Wei Leng bringing along his wife, Zheng Tan definitely didn’t want to be a third wheel. Besides, he had his own private room at the Night Building, so he didn’t intend to disturb the couple.

However, Wei Leng worried that Zheng Tan might be bored alone, so he asked if Zheng Tan wanted to invite some friends over to hang out. Zheng Tan thought about it. Animals were out of the question now, but he could invite people, right?

Thus, Jin and the others, who were resting at home, immediately sprang into action upon receiving the call. They had been rather busy these past two days; there were no gigs for them at the Night Building, but they had other engagements. After being busy all day, they had planned to rest early, but unexpectedly received a call from Wei Leng.

Jin and his band had released their first album last year, and it did quite well, especially the song “Cat’s Fantasy.” Despite having no lyrics and only inserting some cat meows, it was hailed as last year’s God’s tune. Calling it a God’s tune might be an exaggeration, but its popularity could likely be attributed to the song’s strange style that was intriguing rather than annoying, sometimes feeling quite thought-provoking.

A critic also said that everyone has a cat in their heart, whether it be lazy, clever, haughty, or endearing… and everyone feels something different when they listen to this song.

Although Jin’s band made some achievements last year, overall, they were still far from those big names. Just as Jin’s band still didn’t qualify to perform in East Palace, many bands performing outside East Palace at Night Building were more famous than Jin’s band. If they didn’t qualify to enter East Palace, Jin’s band was even less likely.

Given Jin and his bandmates’ status, it was impossible for them to have a private room in Night Building, let alone think about having a room exclusively to themselves. Now that they were told such an opportunity lay before them, they were naturally quite willing. They knew about the band playing today at East Palace, and listening to these masters perform, picking up a thing or two, would greatly benefit their future development.

“Hey, Jin, is it really Mr. Wei who invited us?” Wang Ze, the band’s drummer, quickly dressed and asked. Although people from Night Building called Wei Leng ‘Leng,’ Jin and the others would directly call him Mr. Wei when they met, with a sense of awe.

The others nearby also waited for Jin to explain further.

“The call came from Mr. Wei, and he just asked us whether we’d go to the concert. As for the private room…” Jin now calmed down and realized Wei Leng didn’t seem to have invited them to his own private room.

“Let’s forget it, we’ll talk about it after getting there. It’s good enough to be able to watch from a private room. Normally, we wouldn’t even dream about private rooms, let alone having the money to spend in East Palace. We should be content.”

Although he didn’t say it, Jin intuitively felt it was related to the cat. He was self-aware; the invitation definitely wasn’t from the people at Night Building, otherwise they wouldn’t have waited until now to mention it, especially since there was no invitation noticed during the period when they were making achievements. When it came to relationships, Wei Leng’s familiarity with them couldn’t even compare to that of the cat.

By the time Jin and his band arrived at Night Building, they encountered another band from the same district as Jin’s band. They were all young and highly competitive, and there was a real sense of rivalry whether they were performing or not. Upon meeting, they couldn’t help but stab at each other with words, but now at the entrance of Night Building, both sides restrained themselves a bit.

Jin and his band were running short on time and couldn’t afford to have Wei Leng wait any longer. Grabbing Wang Ze who was ready to continue the banter, Jin stepped into Night Building. They didn’t qualify to use the private entry on the side, so they had to enter through the main entrance and then be guided inside.

Since Wei Leng had already notified them, the staff at Night Building recognized Jin and his band and led them directly upstairs. This left the other band, which hadn’t gone far, completely dumbfounded.

Only Jin had been to the private room area before, yet they were all still very nervous. Wang Ze, who was usually talkative, kept his mouth tightly shut, afraid of causing any trouble.

The staff member led Jin and his bandmates forward. Passing by Wei Leng’s room, Jin thought: It really isn’t Wei Leng’s room. Just as this crossed his mind, Jin saw the staff member in front raise a hand and knock on the door next to them.

Click!

A soft sound, and the door opened.

The staff member signaled that Jin and his bandmates could go in.

Swallowing their saliva, Jin and his companions straightened their clothes, fearful of making a bad impression when they met the big shot.

But as they stepped through the door, the decor that met their eyes nearly popped out all of their eyeballs.

This… was far too peculiar, nothing like what they had imagined.

What’s the deal with that hanging stuffed mouse?

And what’s with that cat paw-shaped soft couch?

Also, what are those paintings on the wall?!

Could this be meant for children?

The dignified Night Building actually had such a place! This was the group’s first impression upon entering. When they saw the calm cat sitting on the sofa, they were all stunned.

To them, this cat seemed to exist solely to overturn their understanding of the world.

“Captain,” Wang Ze poked Jin from behind and whispered. He had been out and about for many years, developing some skills in reading people’s moods, but he was at a loss when faced with a cat.

Jin paused for a moment, thinking he had an idea, and walked toward the sofa where Zheng Tan was. He sat on the chair next to the coffee table.

Zheng Tan glanced at him and pushed a plate of nuts on the coffee table toward Jin.

Jin looked at assorted nuts in the plate and began to peel them—not eating the ones he had peeled, but placing them on another small plate in front of Zheng Tan.

The four people behind Jin: “…” Did this mean they were expected to serve?

Meanwhile, Wei Leng came over from next door and after a brief word with Jin and the others, implied that they were summoned solely to keep the cat company. As a side benefit, they could also listen to the performance.

After giving instructions, Wei Leng went back next door to be with his wife. The music performance had already started outside.

Aside from Jin, the other four were feeling a bit constrained and helpless. Unable to communicate and being of a different species, they felt quite awkward. However, seeing Jin act as he did, they felt it would be inappropriate to just stand around idly, so they all started helping with the nuts.

Zheng Tan was only familiar with Jin, having met the other four fewer times. Nevertheless, they seemed quite adept at handling the situation. Even faced with a cat and the unexpectedly bizarre circumstances, they managed to remain calm and cope without any noticeable fidgeting.

Overall, Zheng Tan had a good impression of them so far, thinking that when they came over next time, he might as well have them help with peeling nuts. It was a mutually beneficial arrangement: Zheng Tan was here simply to relax, while Jin and his companions could enjoy the performances of East Palace’s masters.

Zheng Tan’s expenses here didn’t require him to pay; everything was complementary. In fact, his consumption was negligible. He dared not drink alcohol for fear of being scolded when he returned home. Simply listening to the performance and snacking was hardly a cost for the Night Building.

By the time the group had peeled half a plate of nuts, Zheng Tan raised a paw and pushed the rest of the nuts toward Jin, then ate a few pistachios before heading to the window to look down at the performance site.

“Do cats eat these?” asked Wang Ze, mouthing the words silently to Jin and carefully pointing at the small plate of peeled nuts on the coffee table.

Jin gave him a look that suggested he keep quiet before moving to the window himself to watch the performance below. Their primary purpose in coming was indeed to see the performance.

Soon, the five of them shook off their initial helplessness and embarrassment, watching the performance below and exchanging insights, reflecting on their own shortcomings.

Zheng Tan had little interest in music appreciation. When he looked down, he was mainly checking out the attractive ladies, like the professional-looking white-collar beauty, the seemingly innocent college girl, and then…

Huh?

Damn!

Zheng Tan’s gaze froze momentarily when it moved to a certain spot.

He saw a familiar face.

The “Advanced Scammer”!

The man was holding a glass of wine and speaking with a curvy beauty with big wavy hair. Despite maintaining his appearance of being gentlemanly and elegant, Zheng Tan felt that the man was probably thinking about this and that—bang bang bang.

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