Drunken Dreams Nightclub.
Zhao Ritian had no idea what clubbing even was.
Good lord, the Red Door looked small from the outside, decorated in bright, colorful fashion—exquisite and beautiful.
Once they opened it and went inside, there was an elevator.
The moment the elevator descended, the music swept over everyone like a gust of wind. Waves of heat and sound shook them all hard enough to furrow their brows.
Zhao Ritian's eyes went wide. "Holy shit!"
When the elevator doors opened, two rows of attendants bowed together. "Welcome, honored guests!"
Lu Chengwen led the group inside. As Zhao Ritian walked, he moved to the beat, completely getting into the mood.
Following the corridor inside, they found an enormous dance floor packed full of people, all partying like crazy.
The DJ onstage shrieked into the microphone, "Let's thank Young Master Jiang Xiaogou! All expenses tonight are on Young Master Jiang!"
Everyone on the dance floor howled together!
Lu Chengwen and the others were all dumbfounded.
A line of huge text scrolled across the big screen: Tonight, Young Master Jiang Xiaogou will continue covering the whole venue!
The entire crowd shouted, "Jiang Xiaogou! F*** your mom! Jiang Xiaogou! F*** your mom! Jiang Xiaogou..."
Lu Chengwen grabbed an attendant. "Where's the guy paying the bill?"
The attendant said, "Jiang Xiaogou, f*** your mom. He's dancing onstage..."
"Do you have to add that prefix?"
The attendant leaned close and shouted into Lu Chengwen's ear, "As long as you shout that, someone pays your bill! Wouldn't you shout it? These past few days, we've only been stocking the most profitable, most expensive liquor!"
Zhao Ritian excitedly recorded a video. "This is f***ing wild! Thanks, Young Master Jiang!"
Just then, a shout caught Lu Chengwen's attention:
"Let me see your hands, all right!?"
"Yeah—!"
Ming Disha