"Well, well, well, who's this pretty lady?" The short, fat man known as "Old Yang," reeking of alcohol, slurred as he reached out to touch Tan Ailing's shoulder. It was clear he had drunk quite a bit.
"Get lost!" Eric, disgusted by such a person, used a shield of air to push his hand away.
"Kid, do you know who I am? Let me tell you, you better not act arrogant in front of me!" The short, fat man shouted at Eric while rubbing his hand in pain. Then, with a lecherous look at Tan Ailing, he continued, "Sweetheart, I'm the general manager of 'Star Entertainment Company.' If you agree to go out with me, I can arrange a performance opportunity for you, one where you can perform alongside top domestic stars!"
Seeing that Tan Ailing was ignoring him, the man's face turned red with anger. "If you dare not listen to me, I can use my power to make sure you can't survive in the entertainment industry. Think it over carefully and don't drink the penalty wine!"