Han Lie, holding a glass of iced tea, went down the line to greet everyone, not missing Zhao Shengnan or Lou Xiaoxiao.
Zhao Shengnan was stunningly dressed today; to say she overshadowed everyone was no exaggeration. She was already one of the prettiest girls in her sophomore year, and combined with her wealth, fashion sense, and makeup skills... she was simply sensational.
Lou Xiaoxiao was still plain as ever, with her long black hair, jeans, and white T-shirt, quietly staying by Ma Ke’s side, not moving an inch.
With companions like theirs, Liu Yingjun and Ma Ke were looking incredibly impressive today.
One was stunningly beautiful, the other exceptionally demure; it was hard to find others like them in the entire place.
But Ma Lian, true to form, just had to make a scene.
He called over three top salespeople and, in front of everyone, pointed at Han Lie and bellowed, "That’s my bro! The man I admire the most! My bro rarely cos out, so today, everyone caters to him! I don’t care where you have to look, just find the two prettiest girls here to keep him company! Alright, bring on the drinks!"
Good grief, he’s this worked up and we haven’t even had a drop yet...
But no one else really reacted; they just played along with the commotion.
Fang Tongzhi and the others had long known what kind of character Ma Lian was, while Han Lie was unfazed by such displays—what kind of oddballs hadn’t he encountered in the financial world?
Si Yu, however, couldn’t take it.
The young woman sat there, wringing her hands, gently biting her lower lip, her whole body stiff.
The lighting was dim, making it hard to see her expression, but her body language alone revealed her discomfort and helplessness.
Han Lie chuckled and didn’t reject Ma Lian’s arrangents.
But then, Han Lie, smooth as ever, returned to his seat, extended his left hand, and gently patted her knee.
Si Yu didn’t fully understand Han Lie’s intention, but she sensed his goodwill.
The knee wasn’t a sensitive area, so the touch was a gesture of kindness.
A bit higher up, like patting her thigh, would have been an entirely different matter.
Attention, class! Here’s the lesson: Creating physical contact is the best way to close the distance and break barriers in a relationship. But what level of contact is just right?
The first basic principle—
When you’re not familiar with soone, don’t be overly bold. Casually touching them is simply impertinent.
However, if a natural opportunity arises to touch a non-sensitive area, you absolutely should take it.
For instance, a light touch on the shoulder or back when helping them into a car, or a pat on the outer arm to show encouragent—these are gestures that significantly boost their positive feelings towards you.
The second basic principle—
With softer, gentler girls, be bold and assertive. With tougher, stronger-willed girls, be a gentleman, warm and considerate.
While adhering to the first principle, always be cautious and mindful of the appropriate level of contact.
The third basic principle—
If she accepts your gift, then imdiately—and I an imdiately—make your move confidently!
If you’re still hesitant at this point, she’ll likely look down on you and subconsciously beco more reserved.
Don’t be afraid of rejection; persistence is key.
If she’s willing to accept gifts, it ans one of two things: she’s either materialistic or she’s interested in you.
The materialistic type will worry that resisting too strongly might anger you, jeopardizing future gifts. So, as long as you’re assertive enough, your persistence will eventually pay off.
The interested type might just be shy, which is even less of a problem. A few more instances of contact, and she’ll get used to it...
In summary, always act according to your specific situation, maintaining a calm and balanced approach. If you have a playbook, use it. If not, don’t panic; just let things unfold naturally.
Once this becos second nature, your every gesture will radiate a captivating allure.
Player? Playboy? Siren?
No, that’s called personal charm!
Most importantly—never see yourself as too superior or too inferior, and don’t view the other person as either a goddess to be worshipped or soone beneath contempt.
If your fundantal attitude is skewed, even the best-intentioned actions will co across as off-putting.
Alright, class representative, copy down the notes. Class dismissed!
A short while later, a line of won in matching, very short skirts entered, carrying trays of alcohol.
Xiong Ba led the way, holding up a sign, followed by a procession of leggy beauties. The DJ was making a racket, and with dry ice, flashing lights, and strears all deployed, the atmosphere beca one of sheer opulence and spectacle.
But the DJ wasn’t shouting about any "Divine Dragon Package" or the like.
That kind of thing didn’t exist yet.
Ace of Spades champagne, a brand established in 2006, only first broke into the *Connoisseur’s Champagne* Top 100 in 2010. In 2013, hardly any nightclubs in China sold this brand.
It only caught on later because Wang Siming beca its distributor. He relentlessly promoted it at various events, not even sparing his own birthday parties, eventually hyping it into a sensation.
Throughout 2016, Wang Siming’s ostentatious displays of wealth on trending social dia invariably featured Ace of Spades, turning this rather average-tasting champagne into the ultimate status symbol for posers.
At that ti, every nightclub in Magic Capital had its own featured champagne brands.
M2’s main promoted drinks were Chivas and Parisian Flower, so the won presented the "Cannon Package."
It was led by two bottles of 38-year-old Chivas Royal Salute, followed by a full ten bottles of 21-year-old Chivas Royal Salute.
Behind those were Parisian Flower vintage champagnes, displayed in illuminated coolers, making the already beautiful bottles look even more dazzling.
Good heavens, it was incredibly ostentatious, but it undeniably caused a massive stir.
A 21-year-old Chivas Royal Salute cost 8,888 yuan, a 38-year-old one 28,888 yuan, and Parisian Flower bottles went for varying prices like two, three, or five thousand yuan each. The total was clearly heading towards 200,000 yuan.
This was 2013, the eve of the golden age of nightclubs. How many people had ever witnessed such a spectacle?
Take M2, for example. A single bill of 200,000 yuan might only happen about once a month.
Whenever it did, the salespeople’s social dia feeds would blow up, with posts being shared and reshared for a solid month.
As a result, the entire club imdiately erupted.
Hordes of people, n and won alike, rushed towards their table.
The n wanted to see the spectacle, and if they knew soone in the group, they hoped to join in and bask in so of the prestige—an irresistible prospect.
The won ca hoping to gain sothing; their expectations weren’t high—just a complintary glass of champagne, a photo for their social dia, and the chance to share in the glamour.
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