It seems that the father and son of the Lang family really did not take Qingshan's words seriously. The next morning, Lang Wenzhe called Zhan Feng and invited them again (actually he mainly wanted to invite Chen Qingshan) to the club for a banquet.

Lang Wenzhe knew that Zhan Feng was a martial arts fanatic, so he specifically told him that there was a wonderful martial arts fight performance arranged before the banquet began. Zhan Feng had no intention of paying attention to Lang Wenzhe, but when he heard about the martial arts fight, his old habit came back and he looked at Qingshan eagerly.

Seeing his apprentice like this, Qingshan knew that he wanted to watch people practice boxing, so he fulfilled his wish and went with him.

Zhan Feng patted his chest and promised Qingshan that after going to Lang Wenzhe's club, if Qingshan felt annoyed and didn't want to stay any longer, they would leave immediately.

On the day of the banquet, Qingshan gave Zhan Kunpeng the medicine, and after lunch, he drove with Zhan Feng to Lang Wenzhe's high-end club in Happy Valley, Hong Kong Island.

Lang Wenzhe's banquets were arranged in the evening, and in the morning he would always arrange for some third-rate singers and out-of-date stars to perform and walk the runway in the club. In fact, this was to act as a matchmaker for the guests who came to play. If they found someone they liked, they would hook up with each other and negotiate terms.

Some impatient customers even take the beauties to the club to have sex immediately, and the little stars are also happy to get close to these upper-class celebrities and get what they want.

Zhan Feng once sarcastically said that Lang Wenzhe's club was a high-end brothel. The celebrities and politicians who went there looked like decent people, but to put it bluntly, they were all clients, and Lang Wenzhe was just a pimp.

After the guests have had enough fun, some exciting performances will be arranged in the afternoon, including cockfighting, dog fighting, horse racing, and even black boxing. These are called performances, but in fact they are all gambling with prizes. The guests will bet hundreds of thousands or millions of Hong Kong dollars on the side they favor. Lang Wenzhe's club can make a lot of money just by taking a cut from it.

After the performance, the winning guests feel proud and may even spend a lot of money to buy the Chicken King or Dog King decided that day. If someone takes a fancy to a black boxing boxer, they can also spend money to poach him, but they have to pay a large buyout fee to the club.

Those who could afford to spend money at the Lang Family Club were either wealthy or noble. Money was just a number to them; they were willing to spend whatever they wanted. Consequently, Lang Wenzhe's club had grown steadily over the years. The money from selling fighting cocks and fighting dogs alone was enough to open another shop of similar size.

Because Lang Wenzhe is good at making money, he is deeply loved by Lang Ningqi in the Lang family and his status far exceeds that of his three brothers.

After entering the clubhouse, the doorman reported inside, and Lang Wenzhe actually came out to greet them personally. From a distance, he gave Qingshan a smile that was both gentle and passionate, which made Zhan Feng hum in anger.

Zhan Feng had come here often to watch people fight before. Although Lang Wenzhe was polite, he clearly felt a sense of alienation and dislike towards him. When did he become so enthusiastic, even going so far as to greet him personally? If he said he had no other feelings for his master, no one would believe it!

Qingshan was wearing a light pink knee-length cardigan with a buttoned front and a stand-up collar today, and loose white trousers, which made her skin look even whiter than snow and her face as rosy as a peach. Lang Wenzhe was so stunned by her.

Zhan Kunpeng usually likes to wear Chinese-style clothes, and Qingshan also likes Chinese-style clothes. Seeing that Zhan's clothes are well-made and made of good materials, he also wants to make a few pieces.

As a result, Lao Zhan waved his hand and had more than a hundred suits tailor-made for Qingshan, ranging from shirts to gowns, from cheongsams to long skirts, from thin coats to down jackets, from spring to winter, everything was available, and he even made several sets of exquisite Hanfu. Qingshan felt that she would not have to buy clothes for the rest of her life.