The next mont, the two madams stepped out into the corridor, chattering into their walkie-talkies. In no ti at all, a dozen or so girls entered the private room.
The number wasn’t large. There were at least 300 "princesses" at New Ding Club at that ti, and less than one-twentieth of them had co in. But the quality was high!
Han Lie glanced over. Wow! Such a variety of beauties, from slender to curvaceous, each with her own unique charm. There were Japanese girls in kimonos, blonde and blue-eyed girls clearly of Aryan descent, and South Arican beauties with skin like honey... every single one was gorgeous.
Then, they all bowed deeply in unison, "Good evening, honored guests! Welco to the New Ding Club!"
Han Lie was still inexperienced, after all... He was completely dazzled. You know what made him dizzy.
Then the madams, smiling like enormous, brightly colored flowers, asked, "President Pan, all our ’grand specials’ are here. So were even pulled from their stage performances. Are you satisfied?"
Tsk tsk, look at this lineup! They’ve brought out all their star perforrs, the ones usually held in reserve... Hold on, Brother Pan, just how much money have you blown in this place?
Just as he thought about the money, Panzi slapped his thigh. "That’s the spirit! A tip! Fifty for each, everyone gets a share! What about my buddy Han? Co on, you pick first! Two... are two enough?"
In high-end nightclubs, "fifty" didn’t an fifty yuan; it ant fifty 100-yuan bills.
Counting heads, twelve girls had co in. That was 60,000 yuan tossed out just like that. And this was rely the greeting gift for showing their faces.
Han Lie was profoundly shocked. He suddenly felt that his image of Panzi as a good potential father-in-law had collapsed. Then, a new question arose—did Pan Ge know about this?
Han Lie pondered for a good while and largely figured it out. Logically speaking, for an entrepreneur like Panzi, who ran a large business, it was normal to have many social engagents and to return ho late, or not at all. Pan Ge might not be aware of how extravagantly Panzi behaved outside. But Zhao Anni was so shrewd; could Panzi really hide it from her? If Zhao Anni knew, she would definitely have so sort of reaction. Could Pan Ge truly not notice anything amiss? That seed unrealistic. She was no naive, sweet girl. Was her reputation as a "black-hearted lotus" just for show? So, she definitely had a rough idea of what kind of person her own father was.
Tsk tsk, no wonder her views on love are so bizarre...
At this mont, in this scene, Han Lie suddenly gained a new understanding of Pan Ge. Born into an ultra-wealthy family, her parents loved her dearly, providing her with the best living conditions and educational environnt. However, they had also exposed her to too much of the adult world’s reality.
What is the reality of the adult world? For instance, Old Zhang currently egging Han Lie on: "Co on, Lie, loosen up! It’s all in good fun; it doesn’t an anything!" This is the reality of the adult world: clearly separating marriage, family, love, and casual flings, and entertaining oneself with wild abandon.
Is it impossible not to indulge? It’s tough.
Don’t believe those motivational quotes about "rich people being particularly self-disciplined"—they’re just to fool kids. Before Dongzi’s scandal, who would have thought that Dongzi, with his earnest-looking thick eyebrows and big eyes, was also such a player?
In fact, most n are the sa. It has nothing to do with being rich or poor. Being with the sa woman for ten or twenty years—no matter how beautiful she is or how much of a goddess—one is bound to get tired of her. What damn good is love in the face of ti?! Only a sense of responsibility can help a man resist temptation.
So, smart won don’t care for passionate, to-die-for love. They only value whether a man has enough ambition and a sense of responsibility. n with a sense of responsibility, even if they accidentally make a mistake, still know where their priorities lie and who matters more.
Hmm, Dongzi actually deserves so credit here.~~~
Er, perhaps Panzi is the sa in this respect. At least, that was Han Lie’s impression; Panzi seed to care a lot about his family, and even more about Pan Ge.
So then... should he just play along?
Han Lie was pondering this when Dou Mingde suddenly declared loudly, "Brother Han, you’re earning plenty now! Next, you absolutely must learn how to spend it and how to have fun! A man who doesn’t know how to have fun won’t go far, understand? You’re a big deal now, you’re powerful. Everyone, whether friend or foe, will want to take a bite out of you. If you haven’t experienced anything, how will you withstand those temptations? Co on, bro, start with a Western girl!"
Dou Mingde looked thoroughly drunk, yet these words were spoken with perfect coherence.
Was he really drunk or just faking it?
Han Lie couldn’t tell, and he didn’t want to keep the three old-tirs waiting any longer, so he followed his preferences and chose two. One was a leggy South Arican girl, and the other was a local girl with snow-white skin.
Then, the one young man and three older n, four "brothers" in spirit, began their night of drinking and carousing.
The New Ding Club had a truly astounding number of tricks and gas...
As for how exactly they played, gentlen, please allow your imaginations to run wild.
In short, when they finally staggered out, the night was deep, and their backs were aching.
Of course, Han Lie’s back wasn’t aching.
The saying "Well, since we’re already here..." didn’t quite apply to tonight’s situation, but a smart person would understand why.
Anyway, Han Lie hadn’t done anything untoward. He had maintained a considerable degree of restraint throughout, had a little to drink, played a couple of simple gas, and ably accompanied his three older companions in their drunken revelry. He had fulfilled his role without any missteps.
What to do next? Head ho? Of course, it was impossible to just go ho like that.
The four "brothers" then went to the Neus Sauna Club’s Tianshan branch for a round of soaking, steaming, and massages.
In the small hours of the morning, Panzi began to sober up a little. He snuck a glance at Han Lie, then slapped his own forehead, his face contorting as if donning a "mask of pain."
Han Lie was incredibly astute. Sensing that his three newfound older companions were gradually quieting down, he quickly made his escape without so much as a word of goodbye.
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