The drinks arrived quickly.

The system’s virtual panel appeared before Lin Chu’s eyes.

[You spent 360,000 for your friend Li Kai and received a double rebate of 720,000.]

’Tsk.’

’My new friend really knows how to deliver.’

Contributing hundreds of thousands right off the bat.

And to Lin Chu’s pleasant surprise, the Business KTV also threw in a complimentary dance performance.

It was eight girls in K-pop-style outfits—sports bras and hip-hugging skirts—performing a scorching dance. Their moves were as bewitching as an Outer Heaven Demon’s: hair flips, hip twists, pelvic thrusts, chest pops...

From the moment it began, Lin Chu was completely mesmerized for at least half a minute.

’This is so damn exciting.’

The name of the song was... "The Joy of a Chaebol."

In the past, he could only feast his eyes on this kind of dance in videos on B Station. But now, he was watching a live performance just for him.

Lin Chu was truly experiencing... the joy of a chaebol.

’It can be *this* joyful?’

Fewer young people actually came to Business KTVs these days.

But this place had truly nailed the aesthetic preferences of the younger generation.

Those influencer bloggers who had visited this establishment had only ever scratched the surface, mostly commenting on the decor. How could they have possibly experienced its true essence?

When the dance reached its climax, the lead dancer at the front dropped to one knee, as if proposing. With an alluring, silky gaze, she invited Lin Chu to join them.

Lin Chu reached out and placed his hand on hers, and was instantly pulled to his feet and into the eight-person dance.

He effectively became the stripper pole, getting turned over and over, played with again and again.

The movements were sexy and provocative, yet involved only light touches, a push-and-pull that made one’s blood boil.

Lin Chu: ...

’I was being shallow.’

’I was being shallow just now.’

’Watching... what kind of joy is that?’

’This, right now, is true joy!’

When the dance finally ended, the eight girls lined up and each planted a big smooch on Lin Chu’s cheek. It made Lin Chu feel like Tang Monk ensnared by the Spider Demons in the Silk Cave.

’You’re going to test me with *this*?’

"Ahem... Don’t go, you all should stay."

Lin Chu said bluntly with a wave of his hand.

"Okay, thank you, Young Master Chu."

The lead dancer said with a lovely smile. Lin Chu could tell she’d had plastic surgery, specifically aiming for the Li Ruotong look; she was a pretty good copy, about fifty or sixty percent similar.

And so, the group sat down, and the atmosphere in the private room grew even more heated.

Li Kai glanced at Lin Chu again, feeling for a moment that his horizons had been broadened. Truly broadened.

He had been to Sky City to spend money many times, but he had never enjoyed this kind of treatment.

Casually dropping around 500,000 in one night—what kind of level was that?

Not long after, Liu Junfeng also arrived.

The moment he entered and saw the situation, he was stunned speechless, but a grin that was harder to suppress than an AK-47’s recoil spread across his face.

’I knew it!’

’I knew it!’

’They’d definitely be partying hard over here!’

There was never a dull party with Lin Chu around.

Spotting the Yamazaki 25 on the table, he was shocked all over again. "Holy shit, why didn’t you call me earlier? If I’d known it was this much fun over here, I would’ve come ages ago!"

Lin Chu gestured with his chin and smiled. "Then you’ll have to drink three penalty shots. Pour them for him."

Fan Wanjun promptly half-rose to pour the drinks, but she seemed to lose her footing and ended up sitting in Lin Chu’s lap.

Lin Chu felt a handful of warmth and gave her a pat as she stood up. "Pour the drinks properly. Damn, my hand is all wet!"

"It’s not..."

Fan Wanjun pouted coquettishly, her face flushing an even deeper shade of red.

The move was, of course, intentional.

The lead dancer had been sitting on Lin Chu’s right the whole time, making Fan Wanjun feel a slight sense of crisis.

’Someone who can dance has a huge advantage.’

"Alright, alright, I’ll drink! HUFF..."

Liu Junfeng wasn’t one to back down. He downed three glasses of Yamazaki. Even with ice, three glasses was about two shots’ worth. He didn’t even blink, just let out a long, boozy breath.

"This is some damn good whiskey. A glass like this has to be, what, ten thousand?"

"Getting rewarded for being late, where’s the justice in that?"

Using self-deprecating humor to liven up the atmosphere—that was Liu Junfeng’s specialty.

Lin Chu pursed his lips and said to the lead dancer beside him, "Go on, get another bottle for Brother Feng. We’ve got a lot of people here, we’re about to run out."

The lead dancer licked her red lips, her breathing instantly quickening a little, and immediately got up to press the service bell.

Liu Junfeng: ...

Li Kai: ...

Lu Ming: ...

Zhang Peng: ...

All four of them were, in any case, completely stunned.

"Bro, you can’t just play like this!"

"Do you know what the only thought in my head is right now?"

Liu Junfeng took out a pack of cigarettes, handed one to each of them, and looked at Lin Chu with a look that was somewhere between crying and laughing.

"Hmm?"

"What?"

Lin Chu grinned at him. The cigarette had just reached his lips when Fan Wanjun was already holding out a lighter.

Liu Junfeng: "I wish I were a f*cking chick! I’d suck up to you so hard! I’d lick you until your skin peeled off!"

Lin Chu: ...

But the entire room burst into uproarious laughter.

The group horsed around for a while.

Another bottle of Yamazaki 25 arrived, and Lin Chu once again received a 720,000 rebate.

"So what’s the situation in your room?"

"Lots of people?"

Lin Chu asked casually.

Liu Junfeng took a sip of his drink and said irritably, "Heh, shit, it was a business meeting. They didn’t even have music on. Just a few guys sucking up to each other. They ordered girls, sure, but when it was time to talk business, they kicked them all out. Why don’t you just go to a teahouse to talk? They’re polluting the whole point of a Business KTV."

"It was supposed to be a party for fun and pleasure, but they made it reek of money, and the deal probably won’t even go through."

Hearing this, the others couldn’t help but laugh.

Lin Chu also gave up on the idea of inviting them over for a drink.

’Forget it.’

’There’s no need.’

They partied wildly until almost midnight. Both bottles of Yamazaki were nearly empty, and Lin Chu felt the time was about right.

"Time to wrap it up. Let’s bounce, everyone go home."

The moment Fan Wanjun heard this, she immediately hugged Lin Chu’s arm tightly. ’Leave? We have to leave together. Even if he doesn’t pay me, I’m leaving with him.’

This would be true even without their past connection as ex-colleagues.

A big spender who could drop nearly a million at a Business KTV in one night... forget about her, even the female boss would have to coax him if she were here tonight!

Lin Chu felt her pressing against him and smiled, but he looked at the lead dancer on his right and asked casually, "Are you leaving? Want to grab a late-night snack together?"

The lead dancer hesitated slightly, glancing at Fan Wanjun, then back at Lin Chu.

’This...’

’This was really pushing the boundaries.’

Even though she worked here and had seen all kinds of debauchery.

But, gritting her teeth, she smiled and nodded.

’What’s there to resist?’

’The opportunity is right in front of me. If I don’t grab it, it’ll belong to someone else.’

’An opportunity like this won’t come again.’

’When a big shot gives you an opening, you have to take it.’

And so, with a girl on each arm, Lin Chu walked out of the private room.

Tonight was destined to be another moment for unlocking a new achievement.

This was life.

The scent of money drifted in the air, filled people’s hearts, and flowed in their blood... it was everywhere.

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