"Brother Chu, want to go see the Crazy Horse Show tonight?"
After Lin Chu put down his phone, Tang Qiang suddenly spoke up.
He had been racking his brains, trying to figure out how to please the boss in front of him.
Of course, not by using himself.
'How could I possibly please him personally?'
'Obviously, I have to think of other ways.'
If the Moulin Rouge was for the middle class, then in Paris, the Crazy Horse Show was absolutely a paradise for the upper crust.
The reputation of those three words needed no further explanation.
The performers on its stage could even include global-level celebrities.
"Hm? Isn't that thing condemned by everyone?"
Lin Chu asked casually.
'That was my fixed impression.'
Some time ago, there was a huge scandal, and someone even got blacklisted.
But Lin Chu wasn't too clear on the inside story; he hadn't looked into it closely.
He wasn't very interested in that kind of gossip.
