"Welcome to Jingwang Club!"
When the elevator doors opened, accompanied by a bow greeting from four model-level hostesses, Young Master Zhang and his group finally saw Zhou Wang, whom they hadn’t seen for days.
In a black custom suit, with a matching vest and tie, Zhou Wang looked sharp with his hands casually in his pockets. The Patek Philippe diamond watch on his wrist couldn’t overshadow his aura; it only served as a backdrop.
Beside him stood Jiang Qingkui in a white classical qipao, showcasing her perfect figure, a step behind, quietly standing. Her noble and cold elegance wasn’t diminished by the smile on her face.
Apart from Jiang Qingkui, whom Young Master Zhang and the others had met before, there was another woman with a mature and charming appearance standing beside Zhou Wang. She too wore a classical qipao, but in a verdant green that was difficult for ordinary people to pull off. Although her looks weren’t as stunning as Jiang Qingkui’s, she wasn’t completely overshadowed by her. At least, her figure was impressive.
Zhou Wang, who had just finished greeting the previous guests, turned to see Young Master Zhang and the others at the elevator entrance, and immediately smiled.
"Brothers, long time no see!"
From the warning look in Young Master Zhang’s eyes, Zhou Wang sensed that if he really called out like that, Young Master Zhang might get upset. So Zhou Wang decided to give him some face.
After all, it was a good day for business, and Zhou Wang didn’t want any tension with these youngsters.
"Brother Dog..."
"Brother Dog!"
"Uncle!"
Amidst the greetings in various tones, there was a sudden, unexpected shout, drawing surprised glances from the hostesses.
They felt that these people and the young, handsome club owner seemed to be peers, yet there was one among them who was a younger generation.
After exchanging hugs and pleasantries with each individual, Old Ruan was the first to pull out a red envelope from his waist and handed it to Zhou Wang.
"Brother Dog, we came in a hurry, really didn’t know what to give, this small red envelope is just a token..."
"Old Ruan, you shouldn’t have, you shouldn’t have! Didn’t I say no gifts necessary, just come is enough..."
Shao Xiaoqi watched as Zhou Wang maintained a stern face while discreetly feeling the thickness of the envelope, realizing once again, how naive he had been...
There’s no such thing as not accepting red envelopes!
"This must be twenty or thirty thousand, Old Ruan, so generous!"
"Not too much or too little, twenty-eight thousand eight hundred and eighty-eight, just for luck..."
"Brother Dog, mine is a little less, only twenty thousand, don’t look down on it!"
"Mine is thirty thousand..."
With Old Ruan leading, everyone began giving their red envelopes, mostly in the twenty to thirty thousand range. Amusingly, Shao Xiaoqi, who didn’t collect enough cash, gave an empty envelope but calmly mentioned that he’d sent a big red envelope to Zhou Wang’s Alipay.
"Alipay received 66,666 yuan!"
As soon as Zhou Wang opened Alipay, the pleasant sound confirmed it. He patted Shao Xiaoqi on the shoulder appreciatively, acknowledging how generous his nephew was to his uncle.
At this moment, Young Master Zhang laughed: "Well, you little rascals, we all agreed to give a maximum of twenty thousand, now everyone gave more..."
Saying this, Young Master Zhang, acting seemingly helpless, handed over his own red envelope, surprising everyone as it appeared to be almost empty.
Facing the astonished looks, Young Master Zhang smiled slightly: "Inside is a bank card, not much, two hundred and eighty-eight thousand, Brother Dog, congrats on the grand opening!"