At that time, Xing Baohua hadn't confirmed the time yet. But since there was some free time after the conference, he decided to set a time to go there.
The plane tickets for the day after tomorrow have already been booked.
Following a group of second-generation CEOs, he got into his vintage car and, in a grand procession of luxury cars, headed to a young master's nightclub.
There were many luxury cars, but Xing Baohua's car attracted the most attention, looking somewhat out of place.
Cars from over 20 years ago still have a significant difference in aesthetics compared to today's models. Even with such a large difference, they were still luxury cars, admired only by others.
Upon arriving at their destination, Young Master Zheng said to Xing Baohua, "Chairman Xing, next time you come out with us for leisure, don't ride in these old-fashioned cars. If you don't have a car right now, just let us know, and we'll lend you any one, okay?"
Xing Baohua waved his hand and said with a smile, "Thank you for your kindness, but the car I ordered is still under construction. It can't be driven for the time being. Riding in this car is bulletproof. You haven't had someone shoot a gun through your car window, but I have."
After he said that, the other young masters dared not say anything, after all, Xing Baohua's car was bulletproof.
After a slight awkward moment, everyone changed the subject, and then secretly began preparing to get bulletproof cars. After all, life in Hong Kong wasn't exactly safe either.
Thinking about what happened to Wang Dehui three years ago sends chills down one's spine.
Looking at Xing Baohua's guard team, everyone was envious.
When people drink and chat at nightclubs, they either talk about the stock market or real estate projects or land.
The girls who accompany you for drinks are all high-quality girls; they are tall and beautiful.
Xing Baohua asked the girl next to him who was pouring him wine what her main occupation was.
Suddenly the entire room fell silent.
Those young masters laughed heartily.
Xing Baohua then understood. It was like when his car broke down and he asked a mechanic to fix it, he suddenly asked the mechanic what his profession was.
Well, Xing Baohua thought that accompanying people for drinks was a part-time job, but who knew it was a full-time job.
Young Master Li said to Xing Baohua, "If you don't like it, change it!"
"It's alright, I don't come here often and I don't know the rules. I'll drink one first, you can do as you please." With that, he picked up a glass of wine and drank it all in one gulp.
The liquor had a strong, pungent taste. I glanced at the brand; it was Rémy Martin.
Xing Baohua wasn't very interested in this kind of foreign stuff.
Then, he said to the girl next to him, "Go get me a bottle of Moutai or Wuliangye."
The girls who were serving drinks were dumbfounded. Who drinks baijiu (Chinese liquor) at a nightclub? If Xing Baohua hadn't been a super big shot, this guy would have been furious.
Young Master Li quickly urged, "Chairman Xing, brother! Next time we go to a restaurant, I'll treat you to baijiu! We really don't have any here. When you come here, it's either whiskey or XO. If you're still not satisfied, I'll have someone open a bottle of Royal Salute for you."
Xing Baohua shook his head and said, "Never mind, this one will do!"
At this point, he also realized that the mastermind behind this place was probably Young Master Li.
After a few rounds of drinks, some of the girls who were accompanying them started singing and dancing to karaoke. Only the girl next to Xing Baohua seemed quite reserved.
There is little pressure to drink or encourage others to drink.
When they changed the song again, everyone heard a chaotic noise outside.
Young Master Li gave a girl a look, signaling her to go out and see what was going on.
The door was pushed open, and one of Xing Baohua's guards came in. After looking around at everyone, he walked up to Xing Baohua and said, "Factory Director, my brother and I have gotten into a fight!"
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