Chapter 1070

In the evening, Su Yang and Zhou Ruohan came to the club together.

When the two arrived at the door, the little witch was already waiting: "You actually really came? I thought you were just talking; whether you come or not makes no difference."

Su Yang said, "Since they've given us face by inviting us, not coming would be refusing their face, wouldn't it?"

After entering the club's interior, it was much the same as before—still as many people, still all kinds of wild singing.

However, this time, having learned from Tian Xiaofei's precedent, even the super princelings in the circle didn't repeat the previous tactic of giving Su Yang a tough welcome as soon as he entered; after all, nobody wants to be slapped silly by a few big shots and faint on the spot.

The little witch had already found a booth and led Su Yang and Zhou Ruohan over to it.

"Su Yang and Zhou Ruohan have arrived."

"Yeah, I didn't expect them to still be in the mood to come out at this time—it's pretty obvious..."

"He probably still thinks his usual tricks will work here in our club."

"Exactly, this country bumpkin from the village doesn't realize that here we compete not on brawn but on the aura of wealth and status; Zhou Weiguo has already been sidelined—if I were him, I'd hide in some corner."

Su Yang naturally also clearly sensed this atmosphere; before, some people might not greet him, but at least they'd nod in acknowledgment.

But this time, even when they saw Su Yang, nobody came over to chat; some who were fairly acquainted with Zhou Ruohan also pretended not to see him.

Zhou Ruohan said to Su Yang, "Look, this is human warmth and coldness, the fickleness of the world—you've felt it, right?"

Su Yang then smiled and said, "To be honest, I don't really feel anything; it's always been that many add flowers to brocade, but few give charcoal in the snow."

He actually wanted to experience this unique worldly fickleness, the degeneration of human hearts.

He glanced sideways and saw Fang Jingwen also sitting nearby.

Obviously Fang Jingwen saw them too, but she didn't greet them, pretending not to have seen.

Zhou Ruohan leaned in to Su Yang's ear and said, "I suddenly realized who the confession tonight is aimed at."

Su Yang instantly perked up: "Who? Who is so honored to be favored by this young master? That would practically mean a direct rise to fame, wouldn't it?"

Zhou Ruohan said, "Hehe, if it were someone else, they'd surely be thrilled enough to fly, but this person probably won't be—just wait and you'll find out."

As Su Yang was pondering, the lights at the entrance suddenly blazed on.

Then came the reporter's loud voice: "Ladies and gentlemen, please raise your hands and give the warmest applause to welcome today's most heavyweight guest, Young Master Wang!"

Su Yang and the crowd turned their gazes to the door, and indeed saw a suave, wealthy-looking man with a cigar, wearing a sharp suit, draped in a cloak, striding in head high.

The fantastical DJ music and lights made Su Yang momentarily feel as if he'd stepped into a movie scene.

He thought, "This guy probably hasn't seen that movie; otherwise he'd have arranged flashlights at the door and a line of lackeys on either side."

He stepped to the music's beat, arrogantly surveying the crowd as he entered slowly—this is what gives pressure and aura.

Behind him followed Su Yang's two old acquaintances, Jia Guolong and Tian Xiaofei.

Instantly, the club's noisy chatter switched to enthusiastic applause, after all, status and position represent everything.

This Young Master Wang seemed to enjoy the atmosphere, gesturing at the DJ by the bar.

Then came the DJ's near‑shouting voice: "Tonight's all consumption is on Young Master Wang!"

As the words fell, screams and shouts rose and fell across the venue.

It's not that these people can't afford the bill; rather, having Young Master Wang pay makes them feel extremely honored.

Otherwise, anyone who can come here has the means to foot the bill for the whole place; for people like them, you couldn't expect them to produce several million or tens of millions in cash on the spot, but who doesn't have assets worth tens of millions?

Young Master Wang greatly enjoyed the crowd's screams and cheers.

Next, he pulled off an even more flamboyant move: he shrugged his shoulders back, and the cloak draped over him slid off, whereupon Tian Xiaofei behind him hurriedly caught it with both hands.

He then extended his right hand, and the cigar he had just taken a puff of was caught by a hand that appeared out of nowhere.

Sure enough, that was Tian Xiaofei again.

Those who didn't know might have thought they'd rehearsed it.

This left everyone dumbfounded; although in their club there are rough hierarchies,

the hierarchy isn't obvious, merely existing in the subconscious; even if the little witch and Jia Guolong are together, knowing the other's aura might be stronger, she still couldn't do something like that.

So this time everyone truly got an eyeful; Tian Xiaofei, who at least once had a governor as an uncle, was now as servile as a teddy bear.

Su Yang almost clapped: "Damn, he should go into movies—what a waste! And I never noticed before that Tian Xiaofei has quite the lackey vibe."

That directly made Zhou Ruohan laugh: "I say, why are you so funny? Some people put on airs, others just have to go along with the act; otherwise it wouldn't work."

Young Master Wang stepped with a resonant, powerful stride, walking step by step to the booth opposite the stage and sat down.

He then picked up the prepared microphone and said, "Today is a good day; thank you all for coming to witness this moment."

"Next, please drink and dance to your heart's content—when it comes to consumption, we don't pick what's suitable, only what's expensive!"

His pretentiousness, if placed elsewhere among other crowds, would surely whip up wave after wave of climax, but here a single display works, and repeated pretentiousness actually means little.

Here, who can't afford pricey drinks? Everyone just wants face; your status sits there, we accompany you for a round of fun to give you face, but we can't keep entertaining you all night—the whole venue can't revolve around you alone.

Especially people like Su Yang, Zhou Ruohan, and the little witch—they didn't keep clapping; instead they lowered their heads and began picking fruit from the platter.

Su Yang hadn't even taken a few bites when Zhou Ruohan beside him said, "Did you hear what I just said, or not?"

"I know who Young Master Wang intends to confess to tonight, and I'm wondering what you should say when he turns his head to look at you again."

"This Young Master Wang isn't like Jia Guolong; offending him isn't just a matter of saying you've offended him and leaving it at that—back when our dad was in office it was different, and besides, Young Master Wang's status truly isn't comparable to Jia Guolong's."

Su Yang said, "What do you mean? Which family? What have I done?"

As he was speaking, a figure suddenly appeared before him, and the person said, "Su Yang, our Young Master Wang wants to have a word with you—come over."