Hearing Shen Qiang's words, the beautiful woman smiled charmingly and said, "Okay, thank you."
The change from '您' to '你' was just a slight difference in words, yet it invisibly drew the two closer. However, this kind of verbal tactic was completely useless to Shen Qiang. After all, Shen Qiang was very clear that this woman, throwing herself at him, definitely had an ulterior motive.
He sent a ssage to Bianyi, asking him to co over.
Bianyi was obviously amazed at Shen Qiang's disguise and makeup skills, but the surprise in his eyes was fleeting.
Then, Bianyi walked over with a smile.
He unceremoniously gave Shen Qiang a hug and then said, "You waited too long, right?"
Shen Qiang felt awkward. If it were any other ti, just this hug from Bianyi would have made Shen Qiang kick him without hesitation. But now he was acting, so Shen Qiang could only endure it.
"Not really. This lady wants to choose a cigar that looks decent, has taste, and isn't too expensive for her boss. She doesn't quite trust the staff here, so she wanted your help in picking one out," Shen Qiang said.
"If anyone else made such a request, I would definitely refuse," Bianyi smiled and said, "But since you're my good friend, I'll make an exception this ti."
Saying that, Bianyi signaled to a store clerk. A sowhat handso foreign store clerk, following Bianyi's request, took out a box of cigars and placed it in front of the three.
"A box of seven, authentic Cuban cigars, priced at 6666 yuan. They have taste, and the grade isn't low. Your boss will be satisfied," Bianyi said nonchalantly.
"Okay, I'll take this one," the woman said softly.
While the store clerk was packing the cigars for the woman, she gave Shen Qiang an odd look and said, "Sir, do you rarely co to places like this? Or do you just not smoke cigars, so you needed your friend to help you pick one?"
Hearing this, Shen Qiang laughed, "The reason I asked him to pick it for you is because my way of selecting cigars is different from yours."
With that, Shen Qiang nonchalantly said to the store clerk, "I want only the best. Money is not an issue."
The store clerk's eyes lit up imdiately, and he briskly took out a box of cigars displayed in the shop's humidor, carefully placing it in front of Shen Qiang. "Sir, this is one of the best cigars in the club. It cos from..."
"The price!" Shen Qiang interrupted with a smile.
"A box of forty, priced at three hundred ninety-nine thousand eight hundred and eighty yuan," the store clerk responded with eager eyes.
"We'll take it," Shen Qiang said without a mont's hesitation and swiped his card.
Seeing Shen Qiang's dashing card swipe, not only did the store clerks' eyes shine, but the woman's eyes also lit up as she said, "Sir, you certainly have great taste. May I boldly ask what your na is?"
Shen Qiang smiled, "Just call Mr. Shen."
The woman's eyes sparkled. Without even glancing at Bianyi, she looked straight at Shen Qiang and said, "Mr. Shen, you've helped so much today. May I invite you for a drink to show my gratitude? I know there's a bar nearby."
Hearing this, the store clerk's eyes lit up and said, "The bar is on the basent floor of the club. But of course, the condition is that you must be club mbers. This Mr. Shen, with his spending, has already t the basic requirents for primary mbership. If you want to beco a primary mber of our club, then..."
"Shut up!" Bianyi, standing beside Shen Qiang, interrupted coldly, "He's my good friend. How can he be a primary mber? Call your manager and tell him I want to introduce a good friend to join the club, and it must be as the highest-level mber."
No sooner had Bianyi finished speaking than Shen Qiang heard footsteps behind him. Then a man in a suit walked over with a smile, "If a good friend referred by Mr. Shen wishes to beco a top-level mber of the club, there's certainly no problem."
After looking Shen Qiang up and down, the man smiled, "But the mbership fee..."
"The price," Shen Qiang said, smiling calmly.
The man smiled and said, "The annual fee for top-level mbership at our club is 1.8 million yuan. You will get a cigar storage box and have contact with many business elites, as well as so unique items not commonly seen elsewhere."
Hearing this, Shen Qiang smiled and swiftly swiped his card, "Fill in the numbers yourself."
After that, Shen Qiang smiled at the woman beside him, "Alright then, I also feel quite connected to you. So how about I show so gentlemanly deanor and invite you for a drink instead?"
The woman's eyes sparkled brightly yet she feigned hesitation, "Isn't that a bit inappropriate?"
Glancing at the manager, Shen Qiang smiled, "I'm taking my friend downstairs for so fun, is that okay?"
"Yes! No problem," the man said.
Shen Qiang smiled.
At this mont, Bianyi grinned, "Let's go then."
The three of them walked to a corner of the clubhouse's storefront. After opening a door, a staircase with high-end décor unfolded before them.
Descending the stairs, after greeting two burly security guards,
they found a thick soundproof door.
The scene that t Shen Qiang's eyes left him stunned.
A clean, tidy corridor, with rooms sectioned off to the side.
Looking down the corridor, they could clearly see the other end of the vast basent, which had been transford into a high-end bar. Nurous suit-clad individuals sat on sofas, chatting animatedly.
"These are fake elites, people who desperately want to fit into the upper circle but lack the power to get in," Bianyi whispered, "The place we're going to is a level lower."
Shen Qiang indicated that he understood.
With the manager leading the way, the three of them arrived at the lower basent level.
Soon enough, Shen Qiang found himself stunned by the sight before him.
Similar to the upper level, the second basent was lined with luxurious rooms.
But even before walking down the corridor, Shen Qiang had already clearly seen the tall, young, scantily-clad waitresses. Everyone was attractive and young. The entire place exuded the scent of sexual allure.
Not only that, when the three of them arrived at the section of the second basent also designed as a bar,
Shen Qiang was astonished.
Several sexy won were seductively dancing on the bar top, while an old man, around fifty years old and dressed tastefully, laughed heartily as he stuffed money into their underwear.
"Is this what they call a high-end club?" Shen Qiang asked, stunned.
A hint of a smile appeared on Bianyi's lips, and he whispered, "Ordinary business elites often face significant pressure. Only those not truly in high positions enjoy sitting on sofas, smoking cigars, and talking business, socializing with various business friends."
"But those truly in high positions, bearing trendous pressure, co here just to relax and let loose. So don't be surprised, this is where they take off their masks."
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