When Qiao Yinyin saw so many Saolangjian pouncing on Jiang Cheng, she couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable.
It was impossible for her to genuinely fall in love with Jiang Cheng in such a short time.
At most, she was a bit dazed from being showered with Jiang Cheng's money last night, and such a super-rich second generation was, after all, her ideal partner in her heart.
After glancing at Jiang Cheng, Qiao Yinyin walked over and separated the girls, then said with a smile, "Excuse me, he's taken, sorry."
The girls who were pushed away looked displeased, but seeing that Jiang Cheng had no intention of refuting, they could only leave grudgingly.
Seeing them all disperse, Jiang Cheng stared at the astonishingly soft curves of Qiao Yinyin, who was pressed close to his arm, and asked with interest, "I'm taken?"
Seeing Jiang Cheng's gaze on her chest, Qiao Yinyin immediately smiled. She knew where her advantage lay, but she didn't let this advantage show for too long.
She then moved away from Jiang Cheng's arm and continued, "I saw you couldn't refuse them, so I helped you out."
Jiang Cheng naturally liked women who were both reserved and materialistic like Qiao Yinyin. After all, he wasn't short on money, but he also understood that to win her over quickly, he needed to employ a 'push and pull' strategy.
Push meant making her eager and anxious; pull meant giving her space at the right time, building up her anticipation.
He scoffed lightly, his tone casual: "Thanks, but no need next time. They're quite interesting like this."
As soon as he finished speaking, he ignored Qiao Yinyin's stunned expression and walked straight past her towards the door.
As soon as he broke through the encirclement, Wang Zheng and Chen Hao, who were waiting outside the door, quickly spotted him.
As soon as he stepped out, Wang Zheng and Chen Hao, who were waiting outside, immediately came over. "Holy crap, was that really you being surrounded just now?"
Wang Zheng patted his shoulder and laughed, and Chen Hao also leaned in to tease, "Didn't get dizzy from all those pretty girls?"
"It's fine, I think it's pretty good. Everyone's incredibly enthusiastic."
"I didn't get this kind of treatment when I came. The ladies didn't even give me a glance." Chen Hao shook his head helplessly, his eyes full of envy.
"With your reputation as a 'playboy,' they're scared," Wang Zheng retorted.
"Same to you, you only fool the new girls," Chen Hao said, unwilling to be outdone.
Watching the two bicker, Jiang Cheng chuckled, "It seems these ladies like strangers."
"Old Jiang, that 488 is yours, right?" Wang Zheng suddenly pointed to the Ferrari behind them, his gaze on the license plate.
"Yeah," Jiang Cheng said casually.
"Holy crap, that license plate is awesome! By the way, I remember you're not from Rongcheng, are you?"
"To get a number like that, no wonder the ladies were so excited. Can Ferrari dealerships even arrange numbers like this now?"
"They didn't give me this kind of license plate when I bought mine, did they?"
"Good luck, I drew it," Jiang Cheng said lightly.
As soon as Jiang Cheng finished speaking, the two of them instantly couldn't hold back.
Wang Zheng glanced at Jiang Cheng and the Patek Philippe on his wrist, subtly winked at Chen Hao, and then said, "Do you think I believe that?"
"Alright, let's not talk about this." Chen Hao cleverly changed the subject, his gaze falling on Qiao Yinyin, "Who is this lady?"
Some things are best not asked about, and they both naturally understood that.
Which rich person doesn't have some connections and networks?
To be able to get a license plate of that caliber, Jiang Cheng's true strength was far beyond what was visible on the surface.
This was also why they actively sought to befriend him.
Conversely, Jiang Cheng was the same.
Connections within the circle of the wealthy were inherently about mutual attachment and getting what one needed.
"A designated driver I found, I'll have her drive later." Jiang Cheng didn't elaborate, his tone casual.
Wang Zheng and Chen Hao exchanged a meaningful look and smiled.
Then they said to Jiang Cheng, "As expected of you, a martial arts master. Let's go, everything's arranged inside. Tonight, the three of us will have a great time."
Seeing the three of them walk in, Qiao Yinyin also obediently followed behind Jiang Cheng.
Unlike the usual noisy and chaotic nightclubs, TAXX's decor was minimalist industrial style, with cold gray concrete walls embedded with metal lines, and giant crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling reflecting a stark light.
Upon entering, one could see an enormous wall covered entirely with exciting "Ace of Spades" champagne bottles. Their gilded bodies shimmered with a luxurious glow under the lights, creating a visually striking sight.
The deafening electronic music was precisely controlled within a range that was "lively but not jarring."
In the center of the dance floor, girls dressed in simple, high-end attire swayed gently to the rhythm, their movements lazy and sexy, without a hint of vulgarity.
As soon as Wang Zheng and Chen Hao appeared with Jiang Cheng, the several beautiful women sitting in the booths in Zone 0 immediately stood up in unison.
The Zone 0 booths were separated by frosted glass partitions about half a person's height, forming independent small spaces. The soft, dark brown leather sofas were wide and comfortable, and silver ice buckets and crystal glasses were placed on the tables, revealing a subtle luxury in the details.
Wang Zheng had already told them that a big shot would be arriving soon and that they should entertain Jiang Cheng well. The girls, seeing the handsome Jiang Cheng, immediately became even more eager.
"Call him Young Master Jiang!" Wang Zheng told them.
"Hello, Young Master Jiang," the girls responded in unison, their voices clear and their attitudes respectful.
Most of the girls at this moment showed expressions of anticipation and shyness. The reason was simple: who doesn't like handsome men?
Jiang Cheng looked at the several beauties in the booth, all of whom had an attractiveness score of around 85, and nodded in satisfaction.
He politely said to Wang Zheng and Chen Hao, "Thanks, this arrangement is perfect."
Feeling great after receiving Jiang Cheng's affirmation, the two replied, "Hey, that's a given."
As soon as the two agreed, a man in a custom-made suit with a capable demeanor quickly walked over. It was Li Zhe, the bar's sales manager.
"Good evening, Young Master Wang, Young Master Chen."
Wang Zheng heard this and introduced him to the sales manager, "This is my brother, Jiang Cheng."
Li Zhe's gaze turned to Jiang Cheng, his smile becoming even more humble. "This must be Young Master Jiang? I'm Li Zhe, in charge of VIP reception here. If you have any needs tonight, just call me anytime."
Having worked in bars for many years, Li Zhe's discernment had long become sharp. Jiang Cheng wore a low-key, latest-model Brioni suit, and the dial of his Patek Philippe Nautilus gleamed subtly under the lights. Though not flashy, these were all top-tier items that even with money, one might not be able to acquire immediately.
Moreover, Jiang Cheng was sitting in the C position, so he should be treated even better.
Don't be fooled by everyone wearing designer brands in this bar; some people's designer items are already out of season.
Some even wear designer clothes and shoes that are already half-worn and not new.
The two types mentioned above are usually people who grit their teeth to buy designer clothes, then save them for very important occasions, repeating this cycle and being reluctant to throw them away even when old.
But Jiang Cheng's entire outfit, all the latest series, would cost at least tens of thousands, plus the million-dollar watch on his wrist—this is what a true big shot looks like.
After all, only truly wealthy second-generation individuals buy designer brands every day and certainly don't wear the same pair of shoes for an entire season.
"Xiao Li, arrange two sets of 'Great Dragon' champagne to liven things up."
"Okay, Young Master Jiang, Young Master Wang, Young Master Chen!" Li Zhe's eyes lit up. Two sets of 'Great Dragon' meant a 200,000 yuan expenditure.
He immediately responded, "I'll arrange it right away. Also, I'll send over a caviar platter, freshly cut fruit, and special iced drinks for the three of you. Please wait a moment."
Qiao Yinyin sat in the corner, quietly observing her surroundings.
She had long heard that the threshold for the Zone 0 booths at TAXX was extremely high, with a minimum spend of 10,000 yuan on weekdays, quadrupling on weekends, and even regular booths starting at 3,000 yuan.
Looking at Li Zhe's respectful attitude, and then thinking of the two expensive sets of 'Great Dragon' champagne.
She secretly gasped—this was truly high-end nightlife.
"I've only seen 'Great Dragon' in videos, I never thought I'd see it in person today," she whispered, leaning closer to Jiang Cheng.
"It's my first time seeing it too," Jiang Cheng smiled, then tilted his chin towards Wang Zheng. "We should thank Brother Wang for being so generous."
The girls in the booth immediately echoed, "Thank you, Young Master Wang! Boss is generous!"