More than a dozen tailors in the store worked day and night to complete only one-third of the order, and then gave it to Qingshan for review.

The materials that Lao Zhan selected for Qingshan were all of the most exquisite. Each style was made of one piece each of three fabrics: fine cotton, shantung gauze, and mulberry silk.

Zhan Kunpeng felt that Qingshan, being so young, should dress in bright pink and delicate colors, like a flower, so he made his own decision and chose bright colors such as bright pink, light yellow, bud green, indigo blue, and scarlet, which made Qingshan frown:

I am very satisfied with the style and material of the clothes, but the colors are too glaring and difficult to match. The vermilion double-breasted shirt, the light yellow waistcoat, and the bud green long skirt make the whole thing look like a walking traffic light!

Qingshan asked the tailors to change the remaining clothes into light and elegant colors, mainly light purple, lake green, light pink, moon white, and sky blue. This made Zhan Kunpeng keep muttering that her aesthetic taste was problematic and that her clothes were even simpler than those worn by old women, which made Qingshan laugh and cry.

Lang Wenzhe's attention was completely drawn to the green mountains. He didn't pay attention to his feet and missed a step. He stumbled forward a few steps and almost fell flat on his face.

Qingshan laughed and thought he deserved it!

Lang Wenzhe straightened up, feeling a little embarrassed. He coughed, walked to Qingshan and said:

"Senior, your presence truly honors our humble home!"

Qingshan nodded at him imperceptibly, sneering in his heart: "Nineth Lord? You really dare to give yourself a name, thinking you are the supreme ruler?"

"Senior, please come in. I'd like to introduce you to the layout of the club and the performance arrangements—!"

Zhan Feng squeezed in between Qingshan and Lang Wenzhe and shouted, "Lang Wenzhe, you only saw my master, didn't you see me?"

Lang Wenzhe cursed in his heart that he was in the way, but on the surface he still pretended to be a good brother:

"Hey! Ah Feng, stop joking with me. How could I not have seen you? I thought since we're so familiar with each other, we should just be casual. Besides, you come to Jiuzun so often, we're all familiar with each other. But since this is your first time here, of course I have to introduce you in detail—!"

Zhan Feng snorted, ignored him, and walked towards the club with Qingshan.

The Jiuzun Club covers a large area and is a European-style palace-like building. Lang Wenzhe led Zhan Feng and Qingshan through the magnificent first-floor lobby and came to the elevator. The elevator door was designed with a golden mirror, and people waiting for the elevator could see their own figures through the door.

Lang Wenzhe pressed the down button of the elevator and stole a glance in the mirror to admire the beautiful silhouette of the green mountains.

"Lang Wenzhe, what's going on this afternoon?"

"Three cockfights, three dogfights, and a black boxing match. The cockfights are over, so you can catch the dogfights. Ah Feng, I'm going to give you an inside scoop: today's fight is the most formidable wolfhound in my kennel. It's a sure win. Want to bet on it and earn some money?"

Zhan Feng sneered and said in a sarcastic tone:

"Forget it. Last time you said one of your French purebred fighting cocks was the king of chickens, unrivaled throughout Hong Kong Island, but it ended up getting kicked to death by another rooster within five minutes! I don't believe your insider information!"

"Haha, that was an accident. This time we really are going to win!"

The elevator arrived, and the three of them took it to the second underground floor and entered the backstage of the Jiuzun Underground Fighting Arena.

Lang Wenzhe led Qingshan and Zhanfeng and continued to introduce his dog king.

"This dog is a true wolfdog, a hybrid between a female wolf and a German Shepherd. She gave birth to four puppies. Unfortunately, the female wolf went berserk after giving birth, biting each of the puppies' necks one by one and then killed herself by hitting her head!"

"Luckily, one of them was lucky enough to survive and was rescued by one of my dog ​​trainers, who raised him for two years. This dog doesn't bark or fight with other dogs, but he has an aura that most fighting dogs don't dare to mess with! He started competing when he was a year old and has never lost a fight. He's the best fighting dog in my ring."