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Chapter 699 - 295: Bartender Fang Qingyu Is Online!

On both sides of Moonlight Avenue where the bar is located, neon lights flicker, and a variety of styles of bars and clubs stand side by side, making it one of the most bustling areas for nightlife in the city.

It is said that the bar owner is a woman with a cold and alluring temperament, named Crescent Moon, which is also the namesake of the bar.

The clamorous music faintly comes through the heavy soundproof door.

In the narrow but fairly clean staff lounge at the back of the bar, Fang Qingyu changed into a set of uniform provided by the bar.

Black slim-fit trousers, a white shirt with dark patterns, and a well-fitted black vest over it.

Fang Qingyu looked at himself in the mirror, his expression somewhat dazed.

Speaking of which, he had quite a fate with the bar, having worked part-time as security there before.

And it was in the bar that he started his first profession, thus embarking on the extraordinary path...

Unexpectedly, after such a long time, he would come back to work at the bar again.

This time, however, it’s not as a bar security guard, but a bartender.

He owed it to the fact that when he worked as security, he had picked up some skills from the bartenders there.

But back then, it didn’t trigger any profession, and Fang Qingyu found bartending somewhat troublesome and didn’t like interacting with people, so he had no intention to change careers.

But this time, he needed to gather information.

Bartending turned out to be a good profession...

Fang Qingyu skillfully tied the black bow tie around his collar and inserted a small communication earpiece into his right ear.

The head bartender next to him was a young girl with red-dyed hair and heavy smoky makeup. She handed Fang Qingyu a tool belt for bartending and spoke crisply, "Su Yu, right? Move quickly, the front is almost overwhelmed! Your area is Bar A, get going!"

He pushed open the door leading from the break room to the bar hall, and the deafening electronic music mixed with the lively chatter and the clinking of glasses immediately engulfed him.

The dazzling laser lights crazily swept across the dance floor, and the air was filled with the intense mix of alcohol, perfume, sweat, and tobacco.

All sorts of people squeezed into the dance floor, twisting or sitting around the booths in animated conversations.

Fang Qingyu’s expression remained calm as he walked through the crowded crowd towards the L-shaped Bar A illuminated by warm yellow spotlights.

Behind the bar, a few bartenders were working as if wound-up, with ice shovels flipping and cocktail shakers tracing dazzling arcs in the air.

Fang Qingyu walked up to an empty spot and set out the tools from his belt one by one.

Just after nine in the evening, the first guest sat in front of him.

It was a young woman in a deep V sequin dress, her makeup exquisite but her gaze somewhat hazy.

"A Long Island Iced Tea."

Her voice had a hint of lazy intoxication, her gaze lingered on Fang Qingyu’s sharp profile for a few seconds.

"Alright, ma’am."

Fang Qingyu’s voice was gentle, yet his hands moved cleanly and swiftly.

The measuring cup precisely measured the vodka, rum, gin, tequila, orange liqueur, with the crisp and pleasant sound of ice cubes clashing, and the cola poured in brought a deep, rich color.

Finally, a slice of lemon was skillfully perched on the rim of the glass.

The seamless flow of the operation dazzled the female patron.

"Your Long Island Iced Tea."

Fang Qingyu gently pushed the glass towards her.

"Thank you."

The woman raised the glass and took a sip, showing no intention of leaving, instead watching him with interest, "Hey there, new around here? I’ve not seen you before."

"Yeah, just started not long ago."

Fang Qingyu casually replied as he wiped the bar.

"Figures..." The woman smiled and pulled a 50-denomination gray crystal paper currency from her exquisite clutch and placed it under the coaster.

"Nice skills. Chat? There are many fun places in this city."

Fang Qingyu subtly accepted the bill, a professional smile on his face, and started engaging with the clearly bored patron.

Time slipped away in the din.

Hours passed, and people came and went in front of the bar.

The gray crystal paper currency stacked under coasters increased.

The midnight clock struck twelve.

Fang Qingyu finished his first work shift.

He removed his vest, untied the bow tie, and signed out with the head bartender.

The red-haired girl at reception counted the drinks list and cash he submitted, her eyebrows raising in surprise, "Hey, newcomer, not bad! Got quite a few tips! Here, this is your share."

She handed over a thick wad of bills to Fang Qingyu.

Fang Qingyu took it, pinched it—about eight hundred seventy gray crystals.

For someone on their first day of work and penniless, this was undoubtedly a fortune.

Exiting the noisy Crescent Moon Bar, leaving the deafening music and psychedelic lights behind.

The midnight city remained brightly lit.

The artificial starry sky overhead sparkled so brilliantly it seemed unreal.

Fang Qingyu walked along the neon-lit streets towards the appointed meeting place.

At the end of Moonlight Avenue to a small park in the street center.

From afar, he saw several familiar figures standing by the park bench.

Seeing Fang Qingyu approaching, everyone immediately came up to him.

"Qingzi, how was it, any findings?"

Chu Kuanglan was the first to shout.

Fang Qingyu shook his head, his face expressionless: "Heard a little, but not much. Just some street rumors about the chaos in the inner city, hard to tell truth from falsehood, lacking depth. What about you guys?"

Chu Kuanglan, Lao Qin, and the others immediately had wry smiles on their faces.

Lao Qin rubbed his shoulder, looking exhausted: "Don’t even mention it! I was a porter at a freight terminal all day today! Those containers, they said to save costs there was no large machinery, all manual labor! No clue what was inside, damn heavy."