Jiang Lu focused intently on everything unfolding on the stage.
At the moment, he felt sorrow for this city.
It was hard for him to imagine that such entertainment could thrive in a metropolis like this.
Look at these spectators, aren't each one of them officials and nobles, aren't each one of them socialites?
Such elites, who occupy most of the social resources, rather than pondering deeper issues are gathered here to watch this vulgar performance, even calling it art, which is downright laughable.
Slurp!
Jiang Lu sipped the saliva that had dripped to the corner of his mouth and indignantly denounced this terrible social phenomenon:
"Good! Another one!"
"Mr. Pu, are you satisfied?" The waiter, holding a tray, bowed respectfully.
"Satisfied, this powerfully executed split has kicked straight into my heart."
Jiang Lu turned around with a smile, and then stared at the drinks on the tray for a moment: "I didn't order a drink."
