In the office, Lingley lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and slowly exhaled a puff of smoke, which calmed him down considerably.
He picked up his phone from the table and called his bodyguard, asking him to come to his office.
Soon, a burly man with a thick waist and broad shoulders knocked on the door and walked in.
"Boss, you wanted to see me?"
Lin Gelei nodded, then opened Weibo and handed him his phone to show him the pictures Zhang Xiaojiu had posted.
He calmly said, "Remember this person, and then find out who owns the Prince Club."
"Yes, boss." After looking at Zhang Xiaojiu's photo for a while, the bodyguard handed the phone back.
After the bodyguard left, Lingley went to the window and looked at the towering buildings of Shanghai outside, muttering to himself, "Kid, you asked for it, so you can't blame anyone else."
At 3 p.m., the bodyguard, who had been out for several hours, returned to Lingley's office.
Lin Grey raised his eyelids to look at him and asked, "Have you found out who owns the Prince Club?"
"We found out. It's a club owned by Zhao Qingyu, the daughter of the Zhao family. The man in the picture is from a rural area in Guangxi Province. He was a migrant worker doing manual labor at Niushan Wharf a few years ago. After coming to the Prince Club, he was spotted by Zhao Qingyu and became the club's top male model." The bodyguard recounted the whole story.
Lingley sat quietly in his luxurious office chair, his sharp, hawk-like eyes fixed on the bodyguard standing respectfully before him.
After the bodyguard finished reporting the situation, Lingley's lips twitched imperceptibly, then his eyes narrowed slightly, and a ruthless glint flashed in his usually deep eyes.
“Very good!” Lingley’s voice was deep and cold. “Bring all the bodyguards with me to the Prince’s Club later.”
"Yes, boss!" the bodyguard nodded respectfully.
Lingley waved his hand impatiently and ordered, "Hurry up. Go and gather the men right now, then wait for me at the door."
The bodyguard dared not be negligent in the slightest, and quickly nodded in agreement before turning around and leaving the spacious and bright office.
After the bodyguard left, Lingley slowly stood up. He walked unhurriedly behind his desk and reached into his pocket to take out a small, exquisite safe key.
With a gentle turn of the key, the safe door opened, revealing a thick stack of hundred-yuan bills neatly arranged inside, filling the entire safe.
With a blank expression, Lingley took out the banknotes, counted them carefully over and over again, and only after confirming that there were no errors did he carefully put them into a black handbag.
After counting out one million in cash and putting it in his bag, Lingley zipped up the briefcase tightly, picked it up, and strode towards the door.
When they arrived at the main gate, seven or eight bodyguards had been waiting for them for a long time.
The burly bodyguard respectfully took the handbag, while another opened the back door for him.
Lingley got into the car.
At six o'clock in the evening, the sky gradually darkened, and the lights of the entire city of Shanghai began to come on.
A Rolls-Royce and a Bentley arrived at the entrance of the Prince Club. After the vehicles came to a stop...
A group of bodyguards got out of the Bentley and surrounded the Rolls-Royce. One of the big men opened the rear door.
Lingley got out of the car, glanced at the billboard for the Prince Club, and strode into the club.
The security guard at the entrance saw Lingley's two luxury cars and his powerful bodyguard lineup, and he knew that the person in front of him was not someone to be trifled with.
He asked cautiously, "Hello boss! Who are you looking for?"
Lin Gelei looked down at him. "Are you looking for your boss, Zhao Qingyu? Is she here?"
The security guard said with a fawning smile, "Boss, it's really unfortunate that our boss's wife went home for dinner and probably won't be back until seven or eight o'clock."
Lin Gelei originally wanted to give Zhao Qingyu some face and ask her to hand over Zhang Xiaojiu to him for processing, but since she wasn't there, he had even less to worry about.
They walked directly into the Prince Club, followed closely by a group of bodyguards.
Lingley strode into the spacious and bright hall with steady and powerful steps. His tall and upright figure and innate powerful aura instantly attracted everyone's attention.
As the lobby manager, Xiao Su, was busily weaving through the crowd, she glanced up and her eyes lit up. She exclaimed inwardly: Isn't that Lin Gelei, the famous real estate tycoon?
Xiao Su quickly tidied her appearance, then smiled and walked briskly toward Lin Gelei.
Before he even got close, Xiao Su greeted him warmly: "Mr. Lin, hello! Welcome to our shop, it's such an honor! What brings you here today? If there's anything I can help you with, please don't hesitate to ask."
Lin Gelei is a well-known figure in Shanghai, and countless people know him, so it's not surprising that Xiao Su recognized him.
However, Lin Gelei didn't take a nobody like Xiao Su seriously at all. He merely glanced at Xiao Su and asked in a condescending tone, "Are you in charge here?"
Xiao Su quickly bowed slightly and replied respectfully, "Yes, Mr. Lin. I am the lobby manager of this club. You can just call me Xiao Su. It is my honor to serve you."
Upon hearing Xiao Su's answer, Lin Gelei nodded, then said directly, "Go and call Zhang Xiaojiu, your top male model, over here. I have some questions for him." Lin Gelei said expressionlessly, his tone leaving no room for negotiation.
His tall and imposing figure and extraordinary demeanor instantly attracted the attention of everyone in the hall. Why would a business tycoon suddenly be interested in a mere employee in our club?
Xiao Su was filled with doubt, unable to understand why a business tycoon would suddenly request to see a mere ordinary employee at their club. Could it be...?
He suddenly thought of something and felt uneasy.
But when facing real estate tycoon Lin Gelei, he dared not show the slightest disrespect or disobedience.
So he quickly replied, "Okay, Mr. Lin, please wait a moment, I'll make the arrangements right away."
After saying that, he hurriedly turned around and instructed the supervisor behind him, "Go and call Xiao Jiu here, and tell him to come to the hall quickly."
Shortly after the foreman left, he brought Zhang Xiaojiu over.
Zhang Xiaojiu saw a group of burly bodyguards staring coldly at him. He walked up to Lingley tremblingly, lowering his head and not daring to look him in the eye.
Lin Gelei looked Zhang Xiaojiu up and down, then sneered, "So you're Zhang Xiaojiu. You're quite capable, transforming yourself from a migrant worker into a top male model."
At this moment, Zhang Xiaojiu's lips trembled and he couldn't speak. He looked at the lobby manager, Xiao Su, with a pleading expression, hoping that he could help him.
However, Xiao Su turned her head away and didn't dare to say a word.
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