299: Chapter 299 Golden Emperor Entertainment

The group walked grandly into the lobby of Golden Emperor.

Golden Emperor's decor followed a luxurious route, blending European and modern styles, with a grandeur that rivaled a five-star hotel.

The Lobby Manager was standing in the center of the lobby as if facing a formidable foe, accompanied by two account managers and five burly security guards.

As soon as he saw Jiang Ye and the others enter, especially the "backbone" members who had been posing outside earlier, his smile stiffened slightly. He quickly stepped forward and asked politely:

"Good evening, brothers. This is...?"

Jiang Ye glanced at the five serious-looking security guards who were standing ready. His lip twitched again. "We're here to have fun, just singing."

"Singing?"

The Lobby Manager froze for a moment. He scrutinized Jiang Ye's expression, and seeing that he really didn't look like he was there to cause trouble, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief and waved to an account manager behind him:

"Xiao Ma, come here. You're in charge of hosting these guests."

When the security guards said eight men were charging in aggressively, he hadn't cared much at first. What kind of scene hadn't he witnessed in this line of work?

But as soon as "Superstar in Troubled Times" started playing and those six people struck their poses, he really felt a bit unnerved.

He wouldn't even be that afraid of people in their thirties or forties coming in playing suonas; he had his ways of dealing with them.

But half-grown boys around twenty years old, fearing nothing in heaven or earth and carrying speakers...

Their destructive power and unpredictability were just too great; he couldn't afford not to be cautious.

The Lobby Manager waved the security guards away, and everyone dispersed to attend to their own tasks.

The account manager named Xiao Ma walked over, not knowing whether to laugh or cry:

"Brothers, please, this way, this way. If you're here to play, then play, but why bring your own BGM? You gave us quite a scare..."

Fang Wei saw Jiang Ye's gaze darting toward him like little throwing knives. He quickly cut in and rolled his eyes irritably:

"What's wrong? Can't we warm up our voices and set the mood before we sing? Hurry up and get us a private room. Call all your best performers! Everyone should be here at this hour, right? Don't tell me the good ones have already been picked; the first session hasn't even started yet."

Hearing this, Xiao Ma's heart finally settled—alright, they really were here to play.

He grinned. "Don't worry, brother, I'll make sure everything is arranged perfectly! This way, please. We'll take the elevator upstairs."

On the way to the room, Xiao Ma naturally leaned in close to Jiang Ye, the obvious "man in charge," and Fang Wei, the obvious sidekick, to introduce the pricing:

"Brother, the minimum spend for our medium room is 3,000, which includes basic fruit platters and snacks. Beer is 30 to 60 per bottle, but it's cheaper by the dozen, at 300 to 600 per case. If you order fruit platters and snacks individually, they range from 200 to 800. Spirits and wine basically start at a thousand. There's also a 12% service charge."

He paused before getting to the key part: "As for the performers, we have three tiers. Tier A is the top-tier 'eye candy' level, flight attendant standards, at 1,500 to 1,800 per person. Tier B is high-quality business grade, 1,200 to 1,400. Tier C is 1,000 to 1,100. Each session is four hours; overtime requires an extra fee. Our place mainly features Tier B, and they're all very high quality. Tier A needs to be booked in advance; you might not get the best ones if you just show up."

After hearing the introduction, Jiang Ye had a rough idea and nodded. "Alright, I got it."

He looked back at his classmates, who were trying to stay calm but whose eyes were already starting to shine, and held up a finger:

"Let me say this upfront: we're here to have normal fun today, and I'll cover all the costs. But—"

His gaze swept over the Lu Mingxuan and the few students whose eyes were glowing with green light:

"If anyone intentionally causes trouble, orders something outside the normal range, or gets into trouble themselves, they'll have to clean up their own mess. Do you understand?"

At this moment, everyone's thoughts had already flown to the Girls who were about to arrive, and they all nodded like chickens pecking at grain:

"We hear you, Brother Ye!"

"Don't worry, Brother Ye! We know what to do!"

"We definitely won't cause you any trouble!"

Soon, the elevator reached the designated floor, and Xiao Ma led them into a spacious medium room.

The room's decor was European light luxury style, with thick patterned carpets on the floor, warm-toned soft-padded walls, and several abstract metal paintings hanging.

A huge circular leather sofa was soft and comfortable, with a spacious glass coffee table in the middle.

Directly opposite was a full wall of embedded high-definition large screens, and the accompanying audio equipment looked very high-end.

The lighting system was adjustable, with bright white light modes, cool colorful spotlight modes, and of course, an ambiguous hazy mode.

Everyone took their seats, and Xiao Ma called for the waiters to quickly bring fruit platters and several plates of exquisite snacks.

Fang Wei looked at Jiang Ye, and seeing him nod, he waved familiarly. "Bring four cases of beer first, half cold and half at room temperature. Also, bring ten bottles of soft drinks—green tea, black tea, orange juice, a bit of everything."

"You got it, brother! You guys start drinking, and I'll go arrange for the performers to come over so we can see who catches your eye!"

After Xiao Ma turned and left, the room fell quiet for a moment.

Cheng Weiwei and Jiang Shuang looked at each other, each opened a bottle of beer, and poured half a glass.

They had been secretly observing Jiang Ye's expression all along.

They had overheard most of the prices Xiao Ma mentioned. Even if the two of them and the Lu Mingxuan left immediately, the basic consumption for these eight boys tonight would easily exceed ten thousand, possibly even approaching twenty thousand.

This was already completely beyond the spending level of ordinary college students.

What's more, Jiang Ye was being "put on the spot" by Fang Wei to treat everyone tonight, which was an unplanned, passive expense.

Yet strangely, after hearing the prices, he didn't show any sign of pain or hesitation. Instead, he seemed... relieved?

This reaction was quite interesting to ponder.

A twenty-thousand-yuan expense made him feel relieved?

Then what was his original expectation? Just what was this guy's background?