The Wealthy Tycoon's Game of Life

Chapter 210: Chapter 139: Who Doesn’t Get Excited When the Money is Right?

Chapter 210: Chapter 139: Who Doesn’t Get Excited When the Money is Right?

Yang Hao was also very curious, but he was evidently too embarrassed to ask. In fact, Zhou Wang was embarrassed too, but his inner strength was greater, so he could still ask without changing his expression.

Xiao Mao on the other end of the call was momentarily stunned, but then he realized Zhou Wang’s terrifyingly young age and immediately understood.

“Mr. Zhou, would you like me to come over and explain in person? If it’s convenient, I can come right now and pick you and your friend up. That way, you don’t have to drive yourselves…”

“Okay.”

Zhou Wang was taken aback, not expecting there would be a pickup service, but it was indeed much more convenient.

After Zhou Wang sent the location, about twenty minutes later, Xiao Mao arrived with a driver and a black Mercedes S350.

Zhou Wang took a glance, not much reacting to such an old car worth less than a million, but Yang Hao exclaimed, “So even singing flower songs comes with a luxury car pickup? Impressive!”

Hearing Yang Hao’s words, Xiao Mao couldn’t help but twitch his mouth.

Actually, Yang Hao misunderstood. Normally, there wasn’t…

Xiao Mao borrowed this car from a frequently collaborating boss, and it was only for big clients or new clients he wanted to strongly win over that Xiao Mao would be so solemn.

The reason he treated Zhou Wang with such courtesy was mainly because of Su Yajing’s circle of friends.

Speaking of Su Ranran, when she quit her part-time job as an escort, Xiao Mao was somewhat emotional.

After all, although he had many girls working part-time under him, one with both beauty and emotional intelligence like Su Yajing was one of a kind.

Although he hadn’t known Su Yajing for long, Xiao Mao had the feeling back then that this girl would not end up doing poorly in the future.

Who knew that day would come so soon…

The things she posted in her circle of friends were already at a level Xiao Mao could hardly imagine.

Bracelets worth six or seven hundred thousand, bags worth two or three hundred thousand, casual bank transfers of one hundred eighty-eight thousand…

Just looking at these things, it seemed so vulgar and money-worshipping, but who the hell doesn’t want this kind of “vulgarity”?

The key point was that Xiao Mao, through his analysis, found the crucial point.

Su Yajing didn’t pretend to be single; instead, when she posted the first bank transfer, she included a picture of holding hands. It was through that iconic 400,000-dollar IWC watch that Xiao Mao realized Su Yajing was with Zhou Wang…

But all photos related to Zhou Wang from Su Yajing’s posts mostly did not show his full face, mostly profiles and shadows.

What did this indicate?

It indicated that without Zhou Wang’s consent, Su Yajing dared not publicly reveal Zhou Wang’s true identity.

Although Su Yajing had moved up in the world, it was evident she hadn’t earned her position fairly…

And the fact that Zhou Wang could be so generous to a “mistress” further demonstrated his terrifying wealth.

Xiao Mao, with just a middle school education in sales, could step by step reach today, earning hundreds of thousands a year. How did he do it?

It was certainly not about being ruthless, loyal, or having many brothers… Those who think that have watched too many gangster movies.

It was about “making connections with influential people.”

If you lack capability, it doesn’t matter, just know more capable people.

“Mr. Zhou, nice to see you again, this is…”

Xiao Mao sat down and warmly offered a cigarette.

“My friend, Mr. Yang.”

“Good evening, Mr. Yang. As expected from Mr. Zhou’s friend, all exude an aura of grandeur!”

Xiao Mao quickly shook hands with Yang Hao using both hands.

“Manager Mao, hello, hello…”

Yang Hao, who hadn’t truly experienced ups and downs yet, couldn’t help but suppress a smile hearing such flattery for the first time.

Zhou Wang, however, had heard too much of it in the past month and was immune; he waved his hand and asked, “Manager Mao, those various venues you mentioned earlier…”

Zhou Wang was quite curious too, so he went straight to the point.

“Then let me tell the two of you about it first, to help you choose.”

Xiao Mao glanced at his Longines watch, then smiled and said, “In past years, when these kinds of places were everywhere, there weren’t so many particulars; people were more accustomed to dividing these business KTVs by region.”

“What do you mean by region?”

Obviously, this knowledge wasn’t something you could learn from books; Zhou Wang was very interested, and Yang Hao showed great focus.

“Simply put, different cities’ business KTVs integrate some regional characteristics, which leads to completely different experiences in each city.”

As a senior insider, Xiao Mao explained with ease:

“Taking a few cities I’ve worked in as examples, like Hang City, the characteristic there is simply ‘refinement’; because prices are high, they focus on decor and details. The girls there try to wear uniforms, training may be relatively strict, but the downside is obvious…”

“Too refined, not vulgar enough?” Yang Hao interjected.

“Yes, Mr. Yang, that’s a fair summary… haha, because they can’t let loose, there’s less fun.”

Xiao Mao laughed heartily, “If it’s a city like Peng City, because it’s more international, things can be a bit more dazzling, and there are relatively more venues with foreign performers…”

“And what about our Ming City?”

“In earlier years, according to my own opinion, Ming City truly fit the term ‘flower song’. Mr. Zhou, you know we have many ethnic minorities, which gives the impression that they’re very talented at singing and dancing!”

While pouring tea, Xiao Mao laughed, “And the business KTVs in Ming City have brought this characteristic to the extreme, with all kinds of ethnic songs and dances. But the most important thing is that we can let ourselves go… truly, just a few years ago, if you went out to ask around, no place could be as wild as ours, ahem…”