The Wealthy Tycoon's Game of Life

Chapter 1724: Chapter 703: Party (2)

Other people also approached at this time, half boasting, and began explaining to Zhou Wang.

”Uncle, do you see that table over there? That’s the flight crew group, basically airlines from everywhere have people there...”

”That one’s the actor and model group, but of course, it doesn’t compare to Brother Dog’s level. We couldn’t find A-list actresses, but there are quite a few who’ve genuinely acted in movies.”

”And look over there, that’s impressive. We call that the ’Three Don’t Marry’ VIP table.”

”?”

Zhou Wang was baffled, ”What do you mean?”

”Preschool teachers, sales associates, and nurses.”

Tang Yiming shrugged, ”It’s an online summary; girls from these three professions are deemed unsuitable to marry, hence the term ’Three Don’t Marry’...”

”What a load of nonsense?”

Zhou Wang laughed in disbelief.

But after listening to the explanation from the group, Zhou Wang could only pat their shoulders with appreciation, saying once again, ”Well-intentioned.”

Although it was a spontaneous idea, while still at the estate, Young Master Zhang and the others started reaching out extensively, just as they said, truly utilizing all their networking channels... They might not even put in this much effort for their own birthdays.

Considering that this is Magic City, the ones who contributed the most were Young Master Zhang, Guo Bing, and Shao Xiaoqi.

Even among the hundred or so girls, there were inevitably some who were just party-goers, but at least on the surface, they all had legitimate jobs—”decent families”—not comparable to those who’d bend over for money.

...Of course, in a certain sense, to Zhou Wang, the difference was minor.

Just a question of spending more or less money.

Take for example Huang Ying, a dance academy’s pure and innocent girl; Zhou Wang didn’t find it challenging to coax her into bed. But now, he’s become more picky and fulfilled; there’s not so much malice in him anymore.

Still, no matter what, Zhou Wang wouldn’t refuse his brothers’ goodwill. He appeared to genuinely enjoy the lively atmosphere.

”Then what are we waiting for, let’s get seated. Today, I’m going to drink all of you under the table!”

Zhou Wang’s provocation naturally didn’t sit well with people like Young Master Zhang, known for their hearty drinking; immediately, they exuberantly ushered Zhou Wang to the booth with the best view and most central position in the venue.

It’s surrounded by beautiful women, but this area was reserved, the table already stacked with various alcoholic drinks.

Since it’s just stock from the bar, nothing too exotic—beer was Zhou Wang’s favorite, Roosevelt No. 10; the red wine was Lafite and Margaux, and as for champagne...

Zhou Wang glanced at the ”Divine Dragon Set” laid open on the table and asked helplessly:

”Seriously?”

”Make do with it; though it’s overly marketed, the quality of Ace of Spades isn’t that bad, right?”

Young Master Zhang, knowing what Zhou Wang was thinking, shrugged and said, ”Besides, quite a few girls came specifically for this. They think posting photos of this in Moments looks classy; you really serve up Cook or Dom Pérignon, and they might find it low-grade...”

Zhou Wang scanned the room. Sure enough, every booth table had at least a golden bottle of Ace of Spades; as the lights illuminated them, many girls indeed began taking pictures. He could only chuckle and nod.

As for the foreign liquors, the other tables featured Hennessy VSOP, which has suddenly become a bar favorite in recent years, selling for one or two thousand a bottle at the bar. Its smooth, drinkable taste made it the mainstream choice in upscale bars.

Zhou Wang’s table, however, held six bottles of Remy Martin Louis XIII, the highest-grade XO visible on the market. They even had labels affixed, with ”Happy Birthday to Mr. Zhou” written on them.

Zhou Wang raised an eyebrow, with Guo Bing already providing an explanation: ”Uncle, Lafin’s other shareholders sent these. They’d like to meet you if convenient...”

”That can be for later; we won’t be dealing with that tonight.”

Before Zhou Wang could respond, Young Master Zhang had already waved it off, making the decision for him.

Zhou Wang simply smiled, didn’t say much, but was the first to raise his glass, ”Start with one?”

”Let’s go!”

As they were all quite familiar, though the occasional drink challenge would occur, the purpose of having so many types of drinks on the table was to ensure everyone could have their own choice, with no need to force everyone to drink the same.

Of course, since the drinks differed, so did the glasses.

For foreign liquors, a shot glass would suffice; for beer, at least a six-ounce glass for a half-bottle; for red wine, a half-filled wine glass at minimum, and as for champagne...

Even Cheng Qing, with her poor alcohol tolerance, felt awkward drinking champagne at this point, so the so-called ”Divine Dragon Set” naturally remained untouched.

As Zhou Wang and the guys toasted, the surrounding girls mostly finished their first round of photos, and their bright eyes began drifting in this direction.

Aside from professional girls like Huang Ying, who joined due to Young Master Zhang’s promise of a significant fixed remuneration, willing to wear those mortifying outfits for Zhou Wang’s dance, most of the girls at this bar were participating in this party without compensation.

Though unpaid, their enthusiasm was undeniable. In scenes unknown to Young Master Zhang and others, they were putting forth all efforts to seize this opportunity.

It wasn’t just for the free, high-end alcohol but also for Young Master Zhang and this group.

No girl here would underestimate themselves; with their objective conditions, at least on display in society, they would be dubbed ”standard beauties,” and deep down each harbored a bit of fantasy...

Not necessarily about marriage, but a romance with these top-tier heirs wouldn’t be bad!

Never mind that the star of today’s party was Zhou Wang.

If it were just a simple invitation from Young Master Zhang and the others, some girls might still have hesitated, including several second or third-tier actresses or models. But due to Zhou Wang’s presence, they put on their most exquisite makeup, donned their sexiest gowns, and arrived on time.

Zhou Wang already had quite a reputation online; after today’s viral buzz, now he’s a hot topic ”legendary figure.”

Indeed, while countless people online condemned Zhou Wang, the girls looking at the trending topics... only felt more excited.

”If I could also sleep with Zhou Wang, wouldn’t that mean I’m on the same level as Miss Di and Miss Xia?”

Their minds worked intriguely this way, some even viewing it as a boast-worthy asset, thinking of that situation makes their legs tremble with excitement.

Seeing Zhou Wang and others putting down their glasses, several bold girls immediately formed intentions and planned to make their move.

But some were even quicker.

Two girls came briskly from the DJ booth direction, with obvious intentions to seize the initiative, arriving in front of Zhou Wang before other girls could react.

”Mr. Zhou, we’re here to toast you and wish you a happy birthday!”

Pulling another girl with her, Jiang Mubai winked at Zhou Wang; her enchanting gaze always made Zhou Wang feel she was signaling something else.

”Who is this?”

Zhou Wang smiled, pretending not to know Jiang Mubai well, politely addressing the girl beside her.

The girl was quite taller than Jiang Mubai, and her features were more refined... though like Jiang Mubai, they both seemed slightly undernourished.

”Hello Mr. Zhou, I’m Yuyu, also a DJ. Xiao Bai has mentioned your name many times; I’ve always wanted to meet you, and today I finally got the chance.”

The DJ named Yuyu seemed a bit nervous, but Zhou Wang perceived she was feigning it, her inner eyes burning with intensity, even containing a flirtatious hint.

”I recall you also have quite a few fans, don’t you?”

Zhou Wang suddenly remembered something; this person seemed also to be a big influencer in the DJ world, her fame no less than Jiang Mubai’s.