Salon was one of Huhai's most famous nightclubs. In his Previous Life, Wang Chen had only read stories about it on some forum.
It was said that this nightclub had been set up by a well-known actress from Hong Kong, with nearly eighty million spent on the decor alone. From the day it opened, it became another money-burning den in the Magic City, drawing in countless privileged second-generation heirs.
Although Salon later gradually declined, at this time it was at the height of its popularity and fame.
Business was so good that ordinary people could not reserve a table even if they had money. Outside the nightclub, large numbers of young, beautiful girls lined up all night waiting to get in.
After Xie Haichao made a few calls, he quickly summoned a group of fair-weather friends, who drove their sports cars to gather in front of Salon.
There were more than twenty men and women, mostly young people in their teens and twenties. Laughing and jostling around one another, they poured into Salon.
"Young Master Xie!"
A handsome nightclub sales representative hurried over and bowed and scraped before Xie Haichao. "Your booth is ready. This way, please. Would you like me to notify Sister Amy and the others?"
"Not for now."
Xie Haichao shook his head grandly. "I just brought some friends over tonight to broaden their horizons. No need to make such a huge fuss."
As though he had not just called so many people over to have fun.
It was a little past eight, not yet nine. Salon had only just begun warming up, but it was already packed with people, and the atmosphere was incredibly lively—a completely different world from outside.
The booth Xie Haichao had reserved was semicircular and covered a large area, more than enough