Ma Zhiyuan probably didn’t expect Zhou Wang to suddenly make such a request.
But after a brief moment of surprise, Ma Zhiyuan on the other end of the phone didn’t ask for a reason, nor did he use the excuse he had prepared for Guo Bing, like "only offering one-on-one service," but rather agreed readily.
"Of course, Mr. Zhou, please wait a moment, someone will be right over."
"Alright, I’ll wait."
Zhou Wang couldn’t help but smile upon hearing this.
Indeed, the so-called "one-on-one" restriction is merely for regular customers.
No matter how difficult the training for those girls recorded in the special register might be, the original purpose of these resources is to attract specific club members, and among this elite group, there is always a small fraction whom the club is willing to go all out to win over.
It can only be said that Guo Bing is not one of them.
From the start when Ma Zhiyuan showcased three girls, Zhou Wang had a vague suspicion: if they could each pick only one girl, why didn’t Ma Zhiyuan just bring two girls straight away?
After all, as he said, these girls, whether in looks or body, are top-notch choices, and unless someone has a highly niche taste, most people wouldn’t find them lacking.
If three girls appeared, does that imply, potentially, these three girls were all prepared for them?
But when Guo Bing suggested picking two and was refused by Ma Zhiyuan, Zhou Wang could only think he may have been overthinking it.
Such invisible privilege couldn’t have been tailored just for him, could it?
Until he entered this suite and saw the arrangements made specifically in advance for him, Zhou Wang finally realized.
...Turns out, my prestige within this elite circle is quite formidable.
If at that time in the lounge he had made this request first, Ma Zhiyuan would surely have changed his mind, accommodating Zhou Wang’s greed, while Guo Bing, having only one girl left, even if he wanted to choose two, the conditions wouldn’t allow it.
It’s just because Guo Bing brought it up first that Ma Zhiyuan could only refuse him with "the club has rules."
Understanding this point was why Zhou Wang dared to make this call to Ma Zhiyuan, and he was assured that Ma Zhiyuan wouldn’t reject his request.
Everything unfolded as he expected, with Ma Zhiyuan not even asking for a reason.
However, this was something Zhou Wang foresaw, yet Li Nuoyi evidently didn’t see through as clearly, or rather, she still seemed a bit immature, caught within the situation, facing Zhou Wang, whose thought processes were evolving rapidly and somewhat haphazardly, leaving her at his mercy.
"Zhou, Mr. Zhou..."
As Zhou Wang hung up the phone, the flustered Li Nuoyi, for a while, didn’t even know what to say, merely stammering as she reached out, seemingly wanting to hold onto Zhou Wang.
Zhou Wang no longer glanced at her youthful, enticing figure draped only in scraps, but turned around, put on a bathrobe, and walked out.
"Mr. Zhou..."
Li Nuoyi hurriedly jumped off the massage bed, grabbed a towel to wrap around herself simply, and ran out barefoot. By the time she emerged, Zhou Wang had already sat on the sofa, a cigarette in his mouth, searching around for a lighter.
"Here... The lighter is here."
Li Nuoyi pulled open the drawer under the coffee table, took out a silver metal lighter, and kneeled on the ground, crawling over to help light Zhou Wang’s cigarette.
With a smile of flattery on her face, Zhou Wang let her light the cigarette without shielding it with his hand, then took the lighter from her hand and toyed with it lightly.
"Oh, it’s actually a Dupont lighter?"
Zhou Wang could only say that this top-tier club left no luxury detail overlooked.
Even though it’s the cheapest entry-level Dupont slim7, the genuine article still costs over two thousand dollars.
In Beidou, Jiang Qingkui had once bought him a Dupont co-branded gift box containing three lighters, totaling nearly one hundred thousand yuan.
But Zhou Wang is reluctant to carry such expensive lighters with him, always feeling they can be easily stolen by others, so usually, there’s just one in Jiang Qingkui’s bag for emergencies.
"Mr. Zhou, did you... did you ask Feifei to come again?"
If it were five minutes ago, Li Nuoyi might have continued the conversation about various branded lighters with Zhou Wang, but now, anxious as she was, she had no mind to discuss these topics.
Seeing Zhou Wang smile, seemingly softening his stance, she quickly asked.
"Feifei?"
"Oh, Bai Feifei, in the locker room earlier, she was in the room to my right..."
"Her name is Bai Feifei? The name is quite ordinary, but her legs are really nice."
Zhou Wang recalled the other’s extremely sexy lace dress and white mesh stockings covering those luscious thighs, and chuckled softly.
Seriously, if not for the influence of Ding Yi’s instance, a fleeting thought led him to choose one of the two, based on his usual preferences, he’d likely pick the girl named Bai Feifei first.
After all, she looked... more provocative.
However, Li Nuoyi was a bit puzzled by this, not understanding the connection between an "ordinary name" and "nice legs," but she quickly continued:
"Zhou, Mr. Zhou, I’m not trying to stir up trouble intentionally, but Feifei... She’s no simple character, Mr. Zhou, you might not like such a scheming girl, before when we were in the same dormitory, everyone tended to be quite dismissive of her..."
Zhou Wang glanced at Li Nuoyi, capturing at least two bits of information from her words.