671: 538 spokesperson 671: 538 spokesperson “Mr.
Jiang, welco.”
In Goryeo, a land where the entertainnt industry was highly developed, the presence of nightclubs and bars was naturally a given.
Among Seoul’s most famous clubs, OTG was surely a na that would co up.
When Jiang Chen entered the establishnt, his first impression was that it was brimming with handso n and beautiful won, almost as if all the good-looking people of Goryeo had gathered here.
Jiang Chen was never soone lacking in confidence, but upon seeing the bevy of handso n and strapping guys who looked as though they’d been chiseled from stone, he couldn’t help but feel a twinge of inferiority.
By contrast, Gao Zhengbi, who had co along with him, seed rather unaffected.
Having lived in Goryeo for over a decade, he presumably had been here before and was used to the scene, showing no particular reaction even to the female bartender who caught Jiang Chen’s eye for a few extra monts.
An Zairong, who had extended the cordial invitation, noticed Jiang Chen’s gaze and glanced at the indeed pleasing female bartender, “Mr.
Jiang, how about I call her over to keep you company?”
Quite observant.
Jiang Chen quickly shook his head, “No need.”
An Zairong did not press further and led Jiang Chen and Gao Zhengbi to a VIP booth.
“Mr.
Jiang, good to see you!”
No wonder he hadn’t insisted on the company of that bartender; it turned out An Zairong had made arrangents already.
The booth was packed with gorgeous won, ranging from voluptuously curvaceous to slender as swallows, all different in allure but dressed in sophisticated attire – definitely the type that could make an ordinary man feel ashad upon encountering them on the street.
Yet, as Jiang Chen and company arrived, the scantily clad and seductive ladies all stood at once, bowed in greeting, and showed a docile obedience that gave a sense of utter conquest.
Jiang Chen, no longer a greenhorn when it ca to the ways of the world, faced the collection of Goryeo beauties who were out of the ordinary, smiling with an unchanged expression and waving his hand, “Please, sit.”
How natural.
Everyone took their seats again.
Three n and almost ten won, ample for a scenario of being flanked left and right.
In places like nightclubs, beautiful won were hardly scarce, but most of the ladies here bore clear marks of costic surgeries.
What was rare, however, was that the two won sitting on either side of Jiang Chen were all natural beauties.
One of them had a mole on her nose, closely resembling the Goryeo actress Han Ga In.
“Mr.
Jiang, I’m really sorry for having been busy all day and only now finding the ti.
I hope Mr.
Jiang can understand,” apologized An Zairong, raising his glass.
Perfect Mandarin.
Unlike Gao Zhengbi, he was a true-blooded Goryeo local.
Jiang Chen had been sowhat surprised upon receiving the call.
At such a critical juncture, it seed odd that the man had the energy to entertain him.
But regardless of his thoughts, Jiang Chen kept a neutral face and raised his glass with a smile, “Mr.
An is too polite.”
“Since Mr.
Jiang is a friend of Miss Lan, you are an honored guest of mine.
If there’s anything you need in Seoul, just let know,” An Zairong said, tipping his glass toward Gao Zhengbi before downing its contents.
“Ladies, please ensure that Mr.
Jiang and Mr.
Gao are well taken care of tonight.”
“Mr.
Jiang, this drink is to you.”
“Mr.
Gao, this one’s for you as well.”
At that mont,
The scene was abuzz with music and dance, the fragrance was dense, and the fair skin and exposed long legs shone brilliantly, adding a lively charm to the atmosphere.
The ladies were sultry and seductive, their glances enticing, their intentions obvious, yet both Jiang Chen and Gao Zhengbi behaved like perfect gentlen, composed despite the chaos, engaging only in simple conversation and drink.
“It’s so hot,” sighed.
The woman who resembled the actress Han Ga In, sitting to Jiang Chen’s left, removed her cardigan to reveal a strappy dress beneath.
As she casually adjusted her arms, the enticing cleavage beca ever more profound, a stark and stirring contrast to her delicate features.
Jiang Chen ignored her entirely, not even stealing a glance.
An Zairong, who had seen everything, slightly narrowed his eyes and said unabashedly, “Mr.
Jiang, are you not satisfied with these ladies?
If so, I can replace them imdiately.”
To ordinary people these won might be unattainable, but to him, they seed no more than negligible accessories.
“Or perhaps there’s soone Mr.
Jiang fancies?
As long as they’re in Seoul, I can bring them here,” he boasted.
Jiang Chen didn’t doubt the man’s ability for a mont.
“Thanks for the offer, Mr.
An, but there’s no need for the trouble, enjoying a drink is good enough,” Jiang Chen declined.
“Alright then,” An Zairong replied with a nod, not insisting any further and changing the subject.
“Is this Mr.
Jiang’s first ti in Goryeo?”
Jiang Chen nodded.
“No wonder.
I’ve never seen Mr.
Jiang before, though Mr.
Gao seems sowhat familiar.”
“Mr.
An and I crossed paths once when you visited Incheon,” Gao Zhengbi smoothly chid in.
“I see.”
The three n chatted casually, and with the company of beautiful won, the atmosphere remained harmonious, seemingly untouched by the tense situation outside.
Before coming here, Jiang Chen had called Shi Qianxi again, gaining a basic understanding of this man fond of wearing red ties.
He guessed right; the man was indeed one of the leaders of the Zhushihuishe, in charge of most of Lan Peizhi’s shady business in Goryeo, not limited to smuggling.
In other words,
This man was Lan Peizhi’s “spokesperson” in Goryeo.
Shi Qianxi shared quite a lot – An Zairong was originally a small-ti underworld boss in Seoul, who had only risen to power slowly thanks to Lan Peizhi’s support, eventually becoming a significant figure in Goryeo’s underworld no one could ignore.
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