297: Chapter 297 Hello, Brother Ye!

In the evening, Jiang Ye parked his car on the roadside five hundred meters away from Jin Di Entertainment, took out his phone, and performed some financial operations.

Treating others is an art.

Many people are extravagant and end up deeply in debt, eventually having to pay it back with their bodies, all because they don't understand the essence of this art.

When you only have two hundred yuan in your pocket and two days until payday, would you be willing to spend thirty or fifty to treat your classmates to a meal just to save face?

Many hot-blooded young people would answer yes.

But what if you had two million in your pocket? Would you still be willing to spend three or five hundred thousand to treat others?

Many people's answers might still be yes—because they don't actually have those two million and are just talking big.

But what if they really did?

Most people wouldn't. After all, thirty or fifty yuan is less than half a day's wages, while three or five hundred thousand could be the savings of several or even over ten years.

Spending levels are always linked to income levels; talking about one without the other is just being dishonest.

Jiang Ye understood this well.

He only kept twenty thousand in his WeChat, withdrawing the rest to that rarely used Shengtian Bank card, and conveniently unbinding the card from WeChat Pay.

This way, with twenty thousand in WeChat and thirty thousand in Alipay, he had a total of fifty thousand for his activity funds.

With eight men and two women, even by the standards of a high-end venue like Golden Emperor, fifty thousand yuan was definitely more than enough for normal eating, drinking, and entertainment.

Even to an exaggerated extent, even if these eight beasts...

Cough, even if all seven of these beasts wanted to take Girls out for some 'deep communication,' the cost would likely be covered.

And even further, if Cheng Weiwei and Jiang Shuang had a whim and each ordered a male model to liven things up, this money could still barely hold up the scene.

But, he was afraid that idiot Lu Mingxuan would deliberately cause trouble, using his status as a 'guest' to open a few bottles of ridiculously expensive imported liquor; then, let alone fifty thousand, even five hundred thousand probably wouldn't be enough.

Jiang Ye was determined not to be a sucker.

He worked so hard for this money, outwitting the women around him every day and playing mind games with the system; he was simply exhausted.

If such an uncontrollable situation really occurred, at worst they would all face social death together; they'd just split the bill.

Even if they couldn't scrape the money together, he wasn't afraid of the business calling the police; he had connections in high places!

Hmm...

Speaking of outwitting...

Jiang Ye scratched his head, opened Su Ning's WeChat, and sent a solitary question mark.

A minute later, the phone screen lit up.

【What's wrong~ Little Bro~】

「The other party has withdrawn a message」

【What's wrong~ Brother Ye~】

Jiang Ye looked at the rapid change in address and curled his lip.

This little drama queen probably realized she wasn't by his side and decisively switched back to the identity of 'Yaoyao,' resuming her online girlfriend persona.

He was too lazy to reply, so he locked his phone and tossed it onto the passenger seat.

Tsk...

This woman left on the 5th, and today is the 9th. It's been five full days and four nights without a single WeChat message, as if she had vanished from the face of the earth.

Since she's fine and hasn't had an accident, it can only mean there's a problem with her attitude!

This matter won't be settled without an 'appeasement' gift worth tens of thousands!

Jiang Ye made another note against Su Ning in his mental notebook, restarted the car, and slowly drove toward the entrance of Jin Di Entertainment.

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At the entrance of Golden Emperor, Fang Wei was rubbing his hands together, breathing out white mist, and looking expectantly at the passing vehicles.

Standing next to him were six male classmates with wretched expressions and wandering eyes, their faces practically screaming 'here to freeload food, drinks, and Girls.'

As soon as he saw the zeekr x approaching, Fang Wei immediately turned back to call out, then transformed into a five-star hotel doorman, waving his arms and shouting, 'Back up, back up, back up, okay!' making the nearby parking lot security guard scratch his head.

“...”

Jiang Ye pushed open the car door expressionlessly and glanced at him. 'Fang Wei, you...'

“Come on, brothers! Show Brother Ye!”

Before he could finish, Fang Wei waved his hand. The six male classmates, as if they had rehearsed, instantly wiped the grins off their faces and suddenly bowed forty-five degrees, their voices booming:

“Hello! Brother! Ye!”

“Brother! Ye! Thank! You! For! Your! Hard! Work! Earning! Money!”

This sudden and grand 'welcome ceremony' caused passersby to stare. Even the two security guards in black suits with earpieces at the entrance of Golden Emperor instantly looked over warily, and one of them scurried into the lobby.

“...”

Jiang Ye's eyelid twitched violently as he turned to look at the fawning Fang Wei. 'What on earth are you doing now?'

“Brother Ye, everyone is just expressing their excitement!”

Fang Wei chuckled and bowed obsequiously. 'Every single person here today is your soldier! If you point east, we won't go west! If you tell us to pet a dog, we won't chase a chicken! We have to nail the atmosphere for you!'

Jiang Ye glanced at the six classmates who were winking and grinning wretchedly, and his mouth twitched.

These bastards were clearly here to eat off a rich man, secretly hoping he and the Lu Mingxuan would clash later, ideally taking turns to 'prove their strength.'

By tomorrow, if the Lu Mingxuan had a sudden impulse to treat them, they would surely switch sides in a heartbeat and become his loyal lackeys.

Next time he treated them, they would jump back without any hesitation and shout 'Long live Brother Ye!'

Damn, these bastards are really having a field day.

Jiang Ye didn't bother with these ostentatious 'soldiers,' his gaze sweeping over the ornate porch of Golden Emperor. 'Where are the Lu Mingxuan and the others?'

“There, huddling in the car.”

Fang Wei pointed his chin toward a black bmw 5 series parked nearby and curled his lip:

“Cheng Weiwei and Jiang Shuang are also in his car, saying it's cold outside... Damn, those freeloaders don't even know to come down and wait. What's with the attitude just because he's driving a crappy BMW...”

Before he could finish, Jiang Ye waved him off. 'Don't talk nonsense, that's a nice car, quite expensive... yeah, 800 a day.'

A few question marks popped up over Fang Wei's head; he didn't quite understand the '800 a day' joke, but he didn't bother thinking about it.

Just as he was about to wave over there, the BMW's door was pushed open, and the Lu Mingxuan, Cheng Weiwei, and Jiang Shuang stepped out one after another.