"Then go ask and see if that'll work," Zhang Yang whispered in her ear.
The marketing girl's eyes widened.
"Go on. Whether you hit the top sales spot this month is all up to you," Zhang Yang said with a smile.
"Just a moment, sir. I'll go ask right away—I'll ask right away!" The girl scampered off, overjoyed.
"Zhang Yang, what did you just say to her?" Zhuang Jiayi asked, looking puzzled.
"I told her to ask her boss if they could give us that booth," Zhang Yang said with a smile.
"How could that happen? The owner doesn't even know us." Zhuang Jiayi tugged at Zhang Yang. "Zhang Yang, it's time to take me back."
Zhang Yang knew that Zhuang Jiayi was enjoying the atmosphere here. Even so, she was considerate enough to insist on leaving at this hour.
She really was sweet—and thoughtful, too.
"The owner may not know me, but he knows money!" Zhang Yang said with a shake of his head.
A moment later, the marketing girl came running back, her face lit up with delight.
"Sir, it's done! No problem. The owner even said he'd give you a set of Divine Dragons." She gazed at Zhang Yang expectantly, POS terminal in hand.
"You've got your top sales spot," Zhang Yang said with a smile. He motioned for her to bring over the terminal.
He used two million of the five million yuan in stored-value credit he'd received from the system, and had it immediately loaded onto the nightclub's card.
When life was going well, you had to make the most of it. There was no point in worrying about whether something was worth the money. You only lived once, so you should live it to the fullest. A loss? Impossible. It was my money, and