Someone made an appointment

Having achieved his goal for this trip, Wang Xiuyuan rose to leave. It was only during the farewell that he suddenly remembered he seemed to have forgotten a very important matter.

"Curtis, remember to transfer ten million dollars to my private account first. Now that I've made some money, I have to enjoy life a bit. Reinvest all the remaining funds to help me earn even more."

"No problem, Mr. Wang. I will follow your instructions," Curtis responded without the slightest hesitation.

In less than an hour, ten million dollars was transferred into the account Wang Xiuyuan had specified.

The moment he got the money, Wang Xiuyuan rented a luxury mansion in Manhattan's Upper East Side through a real estate agency.

He was now a billionaire super-rich man, after all. It wouldn't look right if he continued living in a common studio apartment.

It wasn't that Wang Xiuyuan didn't want to buy a big house in one go, but his money was still in the futures market 'breeding' for him. Even if he wanted to buy a mansion, he would have to wait until the money was pulled back.

There was no rush to buy a house; it was only a matter of two or three months anyway. Renting a suite to make do for now was no big deal; he wasn't some delicate or fragile person.

Living in a country with such rigid class structures as America, people of different classes must constantly pay a 'decency tax' for their status.

Although America constantly emphasizes individuality and freedom in words, and dressing is relatively casual in daily life, that is just shouting slogans.

A well-tailored suit is standard for attending important occasions. When attending banquets or parties, invitations usually specify a dress code.

If one does not wear the required attire for different occasions, they might not even be able to get through the door.

Middle-income white-collar jobs like engineering, as well as other higher-paying jobs, have very strict requirements for employees' daily attire.

During an interview, it's impossible to pass without wearing a decent suit, and the same applies to the workplace.

Given America's unique national conditions, those who cannot dress as required after being hired really will be fired.

If you're fired for that, don't even think about getting severance pay. Out of the fifty states and one district in America, forty-nine states don't require paying a single cent in severance when dismissing an employee.

At first glance, this requirement doesn't seem high, but two decent suits and leather shoes aren't cheap, and maintaining these outfits also costs a lot of time and money.

This is a disguised screening mechanism that silently excludes those who don't meet the requirements from this social class. Everyone in this class tacitly maintains the decency of their status.

Wang Xiuyuan's act of renting a luxury mansion was based on this consideration of the decency tax.

When first meeting a stranger, one definitely doesn't start with emotions. When unfamiliar, pleasantries and sizing each other up are necessary procedures.

Whether rich or powerful, who isn't busy as hell? Who has the spare time for useless socializing with someone who is of no help to them?

By simply looking at a person's clothing and accessories, then paying a little attention to their image, temperament, and speech, and finally getting a casual understanding of their profession and home address, one's strength can basically be judged fairly accurately.

If Wang Xiuyuan still dared to live in that crappy studio apartment, no matter how much money he had, he would only become a laughingstock in the circle of the wealthy.

Forget about integrating into America's top wealthy circles; if someone sent him an invitation to a banquet, he'd have to seriously consider if they had the wrong name on the list.

As soon as the housing matter was settled, Wang Xiuyuan went to a car dealership without pause and picked up two mercedes-benz 450sel 6.9 sedans. These were proper top-tier luxury cars, hailed as some of the best in the world.

The starting price alone was as high as forty thousand dollars, twice the price of luxury cars in the same class like Cadillac and Lincoln, second only to the Rolls-Royce Silver Shadow.

Converted by purchasing power, this was equivalent to one hundred and sixty thousand dollars in 2025—and that was just the starting price for the base model.

Wang Xiuyuan, of course, wouldn't buy the base model. With all the high-end optional extras added, the two mercedes-benz 450sel 6.9 sedans cost him over one hundred and twenty thousand dollars.

This incredibly lavish spending style caused the car saleswoman to frequently send flirtatious glances his way. If Wang Xiuyuan didn't prefer taking the initiative himself, he could have easily landed this sexy office lady today.

When a beautiful woman is alone with a rich man, an 'automatic clothing drop' buff is triggered, and their bodies become unimaginably open... As the pleasant days passed, Wang Xiuyuan still appeared punctually at various high-end nightclubs in New York every night, mingling within various Second-generation rich circles.

Although Wang Xiuyuan was much wealthier than he had been a few months ago, one thing remained unchanged: the Second-generation rich kids always picked up the tab for his nightclub outings.

Located in New York's Lower East Side, The Mudd Club was one of the most influential nightclubs in 1980s New York.

Known for its avant-garde punk, new wave, and hip-hop music, as well as its thick artistic atmosphere, it was a gathering place for New York's artists, musicians, and fashion elites, once regarded as a sacred ground for New York's underground culture.

At 7:30 PM, Wang Xiuyuan appeared punctually at The Mudd Club.

Someone had specifically invited him here to have fun tonight, and the inviter was a great beauty whose family was in the candy business.

Wang Xiuyuan had met her many times at parties over the past few months, so the two were relatively familiar.

It wasn't that Wang Xiuyuan hadn't thought about pursuing this beauty, but every time he met her, better prey appeared, so he never had the chance to make a move.

But that's how the human heart is: things that stir the heart but aren't obtained are always remembered. Now that this beauty had taken the initiative to invite him, how could he not come?

With prey delivering itself to his door, regardless of whether the hunt would be successful, he at least had to show up and take a shot, or he'd die of regret.

Just as Wang Xiuyuan arrived at the entrance of The Mudd Club, a familiar staff member came up to greet him.

"Mr. Wang, Miss Mars has already arrived. I'll take you there now."

"Alright, thanks for the trouble."

Wang Xiuyuan replied casually and followed the staff member directly into the nightclub.

Tonight was a bit different from usual. After leading Wang Xiuyuan into the club, the staff member bypassed the numerous booths on the first and second floors and went up to the third. They went straight to a private room at the very end of the hallway. After a simple knock, the staff member pushed the door open.

Upon entering the room, Wang Xiuyuan habitually scanned the area, then unconsciously raised an eyebrow.

There were nine people in the luxury room at the moment. Aside from Miss Mars, the beauty who had invited him, he didn't know any of the other eight.

Forget about knowing them; he hadn't even seen their faces before. They were all complete strangers.

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