Zhao Gang walked over with a smile. "Young Master, it wasn't that we meant to hide this business from you. The thing is, this line of work involves cuckolding, family inheritance rights, or all sorts of messy domestic disputes. It's all embarrassing stuff! If we did it openly, who'd have the nerve to walk through our doors? So we have to keep it hidden from everyone except the members. Nobody can know what's going on inside."
"So on the surface, Young Master runs a high-end club for the wealthy. It's perfectly clean. People can listen to music, hold dances, taste red wine, conduct business events... There's nothing dirty or shady about it. We can swear that to Heaven!"
"That's not right!" Lu Chengwen said. "Then why are you always beating people up!?"
Lu Chengwen pointed at Zhao Gang. "Shut up! Lu Chengwu, you tell me yourself!"
Lu Chengwu said, "It's all fake. Our own people are acting! A lot of rich people bring a few lackeys with them, and some of them even know martial arts. Wei Heavenly King came up with the idea of having Zhang Long, Zhao Hu, Wang Chao, Ma Han, and the others come by now and then to play troublemakers, then have Little Wei take them all down in one go... Doesn't that make our background look deep and our backing look powerful?"
Lu Chengwen said, "Do our parents know you're running this business?"
"They don't. I told them I was learning investments from Sister-in-law."
Lu Chengwen was confused. "How much did this place cost to acquire? You've hired so many professionals—professional bands, professional massage and traditional Chinese medicine teams. I even saw master chefs for all kinds of cuisines, singers, dancers... Where did you get so much money?"
Lu Chengwu said, "I had some