It's too noisy, take me to a private room.

Sir, private rooms require a membership. Do you have a membership?

Huh? What? A member?

What about members?

One million can get you a private room.

Holy crap, a million? Where the hell am I supposed to get that kind of money? Even if I did, I'm not going to spend a million on some crappy membership.

Song Boyu was extremely anxious. He could manage on his own, but he also had Wan Xiaorui by his side.

Just as Song Boyu was feeling extremely embarrassed, he suddenly remembered someone and spoke to Wan Xiaorui. He then asked the waiter to wait a moment and went out while making a phone call.

Hello, Wanwan.

Boyu, where are you? I've already gone home. My aunt said something happened at your company.

Yes, the project I was working on with my company was successful, but now there are some minor difficulties.

What's wrong? Tell me, and we'll think about it together.

My client is from out of town. It's his first time in Kyoto, and he's heard that the "Drunken Life, Dreamlike Death" place is famous and wants to go inside and take a look.

But, as you know, it's mainly for business. I came in advance to make arrangements, but was told that I needed a membership, which is a real problem for me.

Okay, I'll ask for you, please wait a moment.

Okay, baby, you're the best, you're the most amazing, love you, mwah!

Oh, by the way, send me a text message after you're done asking your questions. My client is coming soon and I can't answer.

Okay, sure.

After hanging up the phone, Lu Wan called Li Mu.

Wanwan, it's so late, why did you think of looking for me?

I have something I'd like to ask you.

What's wrong? Go ahead and ask.

Do you have a membership for a life of debauchery?