By the time Changfu arrived, it was already 8:30 in the evening.
The bar is not at its busiest at this time, and it is not time for the most beautiful DJ to go on stage yet.
However, there are already many beautiful girls in the bar.
"Old Chen, you are such a blessing to me. If you hadn't called, Yang Qian would definitely not let me out."
Chang Fu has gained a lot of weight again and is almost 200 pounds now.
"I just came here to play on a whim."
Yang Changwen, Hu Lin, brother-in-law Xiao Ping'an, Peng Yu, Yang Kang and others also came.
Everyone finds a seat and sits down.
Bars in the 1990s were actually karaoke halls, also called dance halls.
Karaoke has now been eliminated and replaced by more lively bars.
Fan Xiuqi came over again and asked if we wanted to call some girls.
What's the point of having just a bunch of men in a bar? The most important thing is beautiful women.
This is really unnecessary, whether it is Chang Fu or the internet celebrity agency that Yang Changwen and his sister-in-law belong to.
There are a lot of internet celebrities and beauties.
Of course you can’t ask people from the company to come here. If you have the guts, go to the middle of the dance floor by yourself.
When the beautiful DJ came on stage, the atmosphere reached its climax.
Even his cousin Peng Yu was very excited when he saw her. It was not because of how beautiful the chestnut was, but because he thought she was suitable to be his spokesperson.
Just imagine asking a beautiful DJ to endorse sexy lingerie for you.
Stewardess uniform, Black Cat Sheriff, Whip Lady, how much would his sexy lingerie sell for?
Peng Yu spoke out his ideas loudly, and even Chang Fu praised him for his creativity.
Everyone comes here to see beautiful women, why are you here taking pictures of sexy lingerie?
You deserve to make money!
“If you have an idea, just do it.”
Chang Fu patted him on the shoulder and asked him to take the initiative to make an appointment with DJ Naili.
If this guy wants to find an internet celebrity to take underwear photos, why doesn’t he just talk to Lao Chen?
Lao Chen is the originator of Internet celebrities.
It’s hard to say whether this milk chestnut is owned by Tengyou Media.
Peng Yu really had the courage to ask her out, but it was a pity that Nai Li was too popular. She had the image of a pure white moonlight, and she stood on the DJ stage and danced sexy for you. How could most people refuse her?
Peng Yu could only squeeze in at the back of the crowd. If he wanted to talk to Nai Li alone, he would have to spend a few bottles of Ace of Spades.
At this moment, a few bright words appeared on the screen of the entire bar.
Prince Wang took the blame and opened twelve bottles of Ace of Spades in a row.
More than a dozen young ladies in black stockings also held up signs for him, giving the impression that all the expenses in the venue were paid for by Mr. Zhao.
"Old Chen, you should have seen this Prince Wang, right?"
"Of course I have. He's my classmate in the Beijing CEO class. This guy is as showy as ever!"
"He's quite rich!"
"His father is Lao Wang. Even a lean camel is bigger than a horse. His family still has 10 to 20 billion."
“No wonder!”
It’s hard to comment on Chang Fu. As everyone knows, Lao Wang has been selling off his products over the years in an attempt to survive.
Even though the old man is like this, his only son is still so cool.
Fan Xiuqi even wanted to run upstairs to watch the fun, Prince Wang, the most famous figure in the nightclub.
No doubt about it, every time I come, I bring a few internet celebrities with me.
He is very handsome. You can say that wherever he goes, business will be booming.
Consumption is particularly high.
Peng Yu came back with a disappointed look on his face. He didn't get to invite the beautiful DJ, and someone opened more than a dozen bottles of Spade Ace and asked him to go upstairs for a drink.
He is a poor man and can only sit down and watch people wearing miniskirts.
Yang Changwen chuckled, "My cousin, why are you still so dejected? They've gone upstairs, so you can go get them for a drink."
"I don't have the spending power."
"You don't have it, but Lao Chen does."
Yang Changwen took him to look for milk chestnuts. He was not a prince or a young master, but at best a rich second generation.
When his father came, he could sit at the same table with Lao Chen, but he himself was a little less classy.
How could Peng Yu listen to his nonsense? He would rather wait downstairs than go and offend others.
Deep down, he is still cautious and doesn't want to cause trouble.
When he couldn't hold it anymore and went to the bathroom, he ran over in a hurry and accidentally bumped into someone.
Peng Yu looked up and saw that it was the beautiful DJ.
"You are Ni Li, my name is Peng Yu and I would like you to take some photos of me in sexy lingerie."
"Are you sick?"
How could Naili pay any attention to him? From what he said, he sounded like a lecher.
It seems like it is saying directly, you are very beautiful, I will give you a chance, take off your clothes on your own initiative.
Peng Yu scratched his head. He was sincerely looking for someone to be his spokesperson.
But he didn't think much about being rejected. When he finished going to the bathroom and returned to his table.
Two bodyguards in black came and told him to go upstairs expressionlessly, as if giving an order.
"Who are you?"
"Don't you know you just bumped into someone? Our prince asks you to come up."
"Prince Wang?" Peng Yu knew who it was, and of course the others knew it too.
After all, they knew each other. Chen Pingsheng didn't want to make a fool of himself in a nightclub, so he just gave two instructions:
"That guy Wang Yanfeng is still so arrogant. Go up and tell him that I, Chen Pingsheng, am here. See if he wants to come down for a drink."
"You..." A big man in black was about to get angry, but another person stopped him.
It's true that they are bodyguards who practice martial arts, but their brains also have to keep up.
Since they call him by his name, he must know their boss.
The correct thing to do at this time is to report and listen to the boss's own opinions.
The two bodyguards went upstairs. The reason they asked Peng Yu to go upstairs was because Naili described in vivid detail what happened when he was hit in the bathroom.
Although there are many perverts in bars, this is the first one who openly and righteously invites her to go outside to take sexy lingerie photos.
She didn't expect that Wang Yanfeng would ask his bodyguard to call the other person over to apologize.
The key is that they didn’t come.
Looking at Wang Yanfeng's frown, I'm afraid he has encountered something bad.
"Prince Wang, what's bothering you so much?"
Wang Yanfeng ignored the alluring words of the internet celebrity next to him. He simply stared intently at the two bodyguards and asked, "Are you sure he said his name was Chen Pingsheng?"
"Very sure. He even asked if you would like to go down for a drink, sir."
"Let's go."
Wang Yanfeng stood up without saying anything. It was true that he was a top rich second generation.
It is true that one does not care how much money a person has when making friends, but he still respects Chen Pingsheng as a person.
In the past, I could still show off in front of him.
They mocked him for being uneducated and having never been abroad.
It’s just a wild way of starting a business by selling durian on the street.
Now, he doesn't even have the qualifications to sit at the same table with others.
He was the one his old man had to visit to seek cooperation, and even if he had the guts, he wouldn't dare to be disrespectful to Chen Pingsheng again.
Everyone else was dumbfounded.
They all followed behind to join in the fun, probably wanting to see who could make a figure like Prince Wang condescend to him.
Wang Yanfeng's arrogance also depends on the person he is with.
In Chen Pingsheng's eyes, he was just a second-generation playboy.
I have my own small business, but it's nothing special.
The Panda Live that he started in the President's Class was such a good and promising project, but this guy easily got billions of dollars in financing.
It can be seen how smooth sailing Lao Wang's background has made his career in the capital market.
Unfortunately, in the end, I lost everything.
If Lao Wang hadn't covered up for him, he wouldn't be able to go to any high-end places.
You will definitely be put on the blacklist and all high consumption will be restricted.
"Brother Chen."
"You should call me Uncle Chen. Your father and I are of the same generation."
"Uncle Chen."
Wang Yanfeng has no temper at all.
Time can bear witness to everything. The peasant whom he looked down upon in the past has now reached the point where even his father, Wang, asks him to cooperate.
All the big projects he worked on in a hurry ended in failure.
He used to laugh at people selling milk tea, coffee, and other low-end industries.
Now he doesn't even have the right to laugh.
Chen Pingsheng nodded. "Your father and I are friends after all. I had no intention of meeting you. Your people wanted to invite my cousin upstairs for a couple of drinks, so I asked you to come down and chat. You don't mind, do you?"
"How could that be? It's all a misunderstanding."
Wang Yanfeng sat obediently below him, drank three glasses in a row to apologize, and ordered twenty-four Aces of Spades as an apology.
Fan Xiuqi was dumbfounded.
What kind of person is this driver? He actually made a figure like Prince Wang run down respectfully to apologize.
The young lady from before never lied to me.
People who drive a Mercedes-Benz G-Class are not necessarily rich, but those who drive a Volkswagen Phaeton are 100% rich.
This is the real big brother.
(End of this chapter)
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
