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They left the private kitchen. They’d been so focused on business earlier that they hadn’t had much to drink.

The three of them weren’t that far apart in age.

The oldest was Wang Han, born in ’87, and Xu Yi was born in ’89.

Qi Sheng, on the other hand, was born in ’95.

It was because their ages were so close that they could talk to each other without a generation gap.

Wang Han had just treated them to dinner and helped broker an investment for him.

It was only right for it to be Qi Sheng’s turn to treat them to a round of drinks.

If you were going to drink in Shanghai, you naturally had to pick the liveliest spot.

Without a doubt, TAXX was the undisputed gold standard.

Top 100 DJs, packed with beautiful women, a hangout for the rich—these were all trademarks of TAXX.

Qi Sheng suggested hitting up TAXX, an idea that Wang Han highly approved of.

Xu Yi, who was more of a homebody, wasn’t too interested in that sort of thing.

’Weren’t his 2D waifus good enough?’

But he couldn’t stand against his two friends who both wanted to go, so Xu Yi had no choice but to tag along.

Going to a nightclub to have fun felt a bit awkward if you brought your girlfriend along.

Qi Sheng arranged for Gu Feng to take Qu Man back to the Banyan Tree.

As for himself, he rode in Wang Han’s Bentley Mulsanne.

They arrived at Julu Road. Since TAXX was underground, Qi Sheng and the others had to get out of the car early, making it not very convenient for the posers in their rental cars.

When they got to the club’s entrance around ten o’clock, the place was already packed.

It was the weekend, which was peak time for crowds.

At the entrance, a male promoter saw Wang Han and immediately trotted over in pleasant surprise.

”President Wang, it’s been a long time since you’ve come to TAXX!”

”Good evening to you two gentlemen. My name is Sun Hao, and this is my business card.”

”Next time you two would like to come, you can call me in advance.”

Sun Hao respectfully handed over his card.

Anyone who could chat and laugh so casually with a well-known local rich kid like Wang Han was definitely not an ordinary person.

There was no need to even think about it; the only thing to do was suck up to them.

”Zone 0 booths, are there any available right now?”

Wang Han only came here occasionally, usually to accompany friends, and rarely came alone.

But every time he did, he would inevitably get a booth in Zone 0.

It couldn’t be helped. For middle-aged men like them whose looks weren’t their strong suit, the only way to attract pretty girls was to get one of the exclusive booths for the big shots.

”Of course! Now that President Wang is here, even if there were no booths, I’d have to find a way to arrange one for you.”

Sun Hao patted his chest, his smile growing even more eager.

The minimum spend for a Zone 0 booth was just 15,000 on weekdays and only 30,000 on weekends.

”Then lead us in. There’s no point standing around out here.”

Wang Han nodded.

A mere 30,000 yuan, for people of their level, felt more or less the same as an ordinary person buying a bottle of water.

Walking down the corridor into the nightclub, they would occasionally brush past plastic surgery faces and influencer faces reeking of perfume.

Following Sun Hao, they went straight to a Zone 0 booth, the closest to the DJ stage.

The eyes of many girls who were wandering around looking to join a table lit up instantly.

But they didn’t rush to make their move, deciding to first see what kind of alcohol this group would order.

They had run into groups who pooled their money just to get a table before.

Spending a whole night drinking Jägermeister... just the thought of it was depressing.

”President Wang, what would you like to drink tonight?”

Sun Hao brought over a tablet and crouched by the side of the booth.

”Don’t ask me. President Qi is treating today. Go ask him.”

Wang Han waved his hand with a smile, pointing at Qi Sheng, who had just sat down.

”My apologies, President Qi. I was blind. What would you like to drink?”

Sun Hao apologized profusely and handed the tablet to Qi Sheng.

”Get us a Grand Dragon set. For the fruit platters and soft drinks, you can figure out the rest.”

Qi Sheng didn’t even look at the price, giving a casual wave of his hand.

”Right away! Thank you for your patronage, President Qi.”

Sun Hao quickly stood up and bowed, expressing his gratitude to this big spender.

”No need. Just arrange for a couple of security guards later. Don’t let any riff-raff come over.”

Qi Sheng knew that in a place like a nightclub, there were a lot of people looking to freeload at tables.

If they were good-looking, he wouldn’t say anything about it.

But if some ugly freaks caked in heavy makeup came over to freeload, Qi Sheng really couldn’t stand it.

”Rest assured, I’ll arrange for security right away. I absolutely won’t let anything affect your group’s mood!”

Sun Hao brought over the POS machine. When he saw Qi Sheng take out a black private banking card from China Construction Bank, his expression became even more reverent.

He had seen black cards like this many times before.

They were usually only held by big shots in their thirties or forties and up.

For someone as young as Qi Sheng to hold a black card of this level, there was naturally no need to say anything about his financial power.

After Sun Hao left, Qi Sheng sized up the so-called number one nightclub in Shanghai with great interest.

It was about 3,000 square meters with over seventy booths, so the space felt quite generous.

There were many patrons covered head-to-toe in big-logo designer brands.

But there were also plenty of pragmatic and low-key first-generation rich.

Many of the socialites who frequented the bar scene had already honed their skills of latching onto wealthy patrons to perfection.

Even though you couldn’t tell much from some people’s clothes, they could still get a pretty spot-on read of a man’s financial standing from the bag he carried, the shoes he wore, or the car keys on his table.

Even within the same nightclub, the class divide between the booths and the general admission tables was far greater than the difference between a standing ticket and a seated ticket.

Any girl with even a bit of confidence in her looks would never consider the poor guys in the general admission area.

Only the big shots and rich kids in Zone 0 were their targets.

In a nightclub like this, if you wanted to judge how ”in-demand” a girl was, you just had to see which zone’s booths she appeared in that night.

If a girl could manage to stay in Zone 0 for the entire night, that was the greatest acknowledgment of her beauty.

”Ah Sheng, you should go check out Hangzhou when you have the chance. The influencer industry there is huge, and the supply of beautiful women is endless.”

”A friend treated me there once, and I still can’t stop thinking about it.”

While it wasn’t yet the liveliest part of the night, Wang Han shared his clubbing experiences with Qi Sheng.