I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2164 - 1386: Billie Jean
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"Happy birthday to you~ Happy birthday to you~ Happy birthday to you~ Happy birthday to you~~"
The lively birthday tune caught everyone off guard, from the visitors in Apang Palace to its proprietor, Jiang Chen himself.
One must realize that Apang Palace isn't just any regular nightclub.
Why would it organize a special performance just for one patron?
"What's happening here?"
Up on the second level,
Jiang Chen positioned himself by the balcony, surveying the astonished crowd downstairs much like a ruler overseeing his domain.
"Miss Yuan is marking her birthday at Apang Palace this evening and has brought along numerous companions."
"Yuan Run?"
Jiang Chen's eyes scanned around until they settled on the bold Yuan Family's daughter amid the group below. Friends encircled her as she marveled at Apang Palace's special treatment, her round youthful cheeks glowing with joy, likely from the drinks.
For young women of her status, typical presents rarely excite, yet having the whole Apang Palace honor her birthday is an impressive display!
She might not value possessions much, yet at this stage in life, a touch of pride often appeals to girls.
Jiang Chen held no grudge against Wan Wenya's bold choice; as Apang Palace's operations head, she possessed such discretion, and furthermore, Yuan Run ranked among the venue's steadfast patrons.
Whenever Jiang Chen visited Kyoto, chances were high he'd run into her right here.
What an unexpected alignment.
Jiang Chen pondered descending to say hello and extend greetings, but he opted out, given the crowd around her.
"Thump."
Right then, every light in Apang Palace extinguished.
Exactly so.
Every single one.
The premier nightlife spot in the Four-nine City abruptly sank into pitch blackness, so intense that fingers were invisible up close.
Should it relate to a birthday event, that might make sense, but this abrupt blackout surely rattled the attendees.
A blackout?
Ridiculous!
No matter the location or establishment.
Given Shen Zhou's robust infrastructure, even in the most isolated backwater hamlet, blackouts come with prior alerts from authorities.
Commotion erupted.
The patrons grew uneasy.
Jiang Chen had no need to question this time, or truly, no moment to probe.
"Boom."
Blazes cut through the obscurity.
The abrupt glare blinded those accustomed to the dark, prompting them to lift arms for cover on reflex.
Ablaze?
An actual blaze in "Apang Palace"?
Naturally not.
Those weren't flames.
They were stage lights.
"She was more like a beauty queen from a movie scene
I said don’t mind
But what do you mean I am the one
Who will dance on the floor in the round..."
With Michael Jackson’s timeless hit "Billie Jean" playing, a figure emerged from the "flames," stepping into the spotlight amid all eyes.
Glittering jacket.
Short trousers.
Shiny footwear.
Plus, shades perched on his face.
Had the king of pop returned to life?
No way.
Michael Jackson had departed this realm, ascended to the afterlife, beyond even the Mandela effect's reach.
Besides, though the spotlight dancer mirrored Michael's attire closely, his build appeared far more robust in form.
"Who will dance on the floor in the round
She told me her name was Billie Jean
As she caused a scene
Then every head turned with eyes..."
Dropping his shoulders, swaying his waist, flinging his legs, then executing Michael Jackson’s famous moonwalk.
Effortless and seamless.
Far from a spontaneous act, it showed a strong base in dance skills.
Due to the intense illumination and the sparkling outfit's glare from afar, Jiang Chen strained to identify him clearly.
"Did you set this up?"
One astonishment followed another.
Still, Jiang Chen felt no irritation; managing a venue calls for fresh ideas now and then, complacency leads to downfall, and stagnation means getting outpaced by competition.
Even the arrival of the Seven Immortal Maidens would lose appeal over time.
This performer's routine brimmed with energy.
The agitated crowd calmed down and soon dove into the thrilling show.
"No."
Wan Wenya's reply caught him off guard.
Jiang Chen turned his head slightly.
The mimic continued the moonwalk, exuding style and flair, steadily drawing whoops from the audience.
As tonight's centerpiece, Yuan Run cupped her hands to amplify her cheers.
Clearly, for her annual birthday bash, this setup thrilled her completely.
Without doubt, Apang Palace would soon pocket another hefty sum.
All attendees viewed it as Apang Palace's custom touch, yet solely the two overseers upstairs grasped the reality.
From their elevated shadowy vantage, they shared a glance, understanding passing without utterance.
"Billie Jean is not my lover
Billie Jean is not my lover
Billie Jean is not my lover
Billie Jean is not my..."
Unsure of this entertainer's origin, he belted and moved with greater passion and zeal, while Jiang Chen above examined each move, sensing growing recognition.
At last.
The track concluded.
He ended with flair, shifting from activity to poise, as though planted to the ground, holding steady, then placing one hand over his heart, inclining in a refined bow to close the act.
Claps roared like waves.
A few patrons rose to their feet.
The illumination dimmed gradually.
Apang Palace's splendor returned, though the mimic had vanished.
Why exit so abruptly?
These onlookers weren't lacking funds, and after such a captivating display, generous tips were sure to follow.
"Brother Jiang!"
Each meeting delivered fresh thrills.
Seeing the vibrant Young Prince ascend in stylish attire, Jiang Chen's face showed oddity, holding back his comments.
Wan Wenya had slipped away sooner.
Ye Tingxuan ditched the trendy shades, remarkably composed after the vigorous routine, without a drop of sweat or breathlessness.