393 Foreign guest license plate

Wang Jianguo felt great agreement with this statement; he truly felt a sense of lingering reluctance to leave.

No wonder so many people liked to climb up; the scenery above was indeed incomparably beautiful.

After hosting more than a dozen waves of visiting guests at the Foreign Guest Hotel, Wang Jianguo only felt physically and mentally exhausted.

Among these people were not a few high-ranking officials from Laos, as well as local business tycoons.

Of course, in the face of the Heavenly Palace Group, they appeared exceptionally tiny.

It was precisely because of this that as soon as they learned of Wang Jianguo's arrival, they hurriedly put down their affairs and rushed to the Foreign Guest Hotel.

Their goal was to leave a good impression in front of the father of the Lord of Tiangong; naturally, if they could cooperate with the Heavenly Palace Hotel because of this, that would be even better.

Unfortunately, how could Wang Jianguo not know their intentions? They naturally did not have that luck, and Wang Jianguo also could not make decisions on behalf of Wang Shaojun.

"Hoo~ To be honest, it was satisfying, but it was truly tiring."

Wang Jianjun beside him held back a laugh. The other person had been the one talking the entire time; he had merely acted as a mascot on the side.

Just then, the butler walked in from outside. Before he could even speak, Wang Jianguo quickly waved his hand, "Stop. If anyone comes to visit, refuse them all. Just say I am tired and need to rest."

The butler couldn't help but chuckle upon hearing this. He nodded and glanced toward Wang Jianjun, who was watching the scene unfold, as he was, after all, Wang Shaojun's second uncle. Although his status was not comparable to Wang Jianguo's, to those outside, he was still someone they aspired to connect with.

Seeing this, Wang Jianjun shook his head and said, "Don't look at me, I'm tired too."

He had accompanied Wang Jianguo throughout the entire time he was meeting guests. If he were Wang Jianguo, he might have refused to see anyone long ago.

"Alright, then I will go and send away the people outside."

After the butler left, Wang Jianguo got up and said, feeling physically and mentally exhausted, "Jianjun, I'm going to rest first. If there is anyone absolutely necessary to see, you can call me."

...

And Wang Jianguo slept until seven in the evening!

It was clear that during that time, there were no distinguished guests he absolutely had to see.

After dinner, Wang Jianjun suggested they go out and experience the nightlife of a foreign land.

Wang Jianguo initially wanted to refuse. What kind of nightlife could Laos have? Visiting brothels?

However, upon realizing this was the capital, he figured it wouldn't be that indecent.

With that thought, he immediately told the butler to prepare the car.

One rolls-royce plus two military SUVs; these two military SUVs were gifts from Surisi to Wang Jianguo.

All three vehicles bore foreign guest license plates. The most peculiar was the rolls-royce carrying Wang Jianguo and Wang Jianjun, which had three plates.

One Hong Kong and Macau plate, one foreign guest plate, and one Shanghai plate.

The motorcade traveled on the road. Although Laos was poor, the roads were brightly lit at night, bustling with traffic.

The number of vehicles and pedestrians on the road had not decreased but were nearly the same as during the day, perhaps even more.

Looking at Wang Jianguo and the others' motorcade, the surrounding passersby all turned their heads to stare.

Their faces showed expressions of astonishment because, having lived there for so long, they rarely saw a motorcade of foreign guests.

Wang Jianguo, inside the car, looked at the scenery outside. It couldn't compare to Shanghai at all—one was in heaven, the other on earth. But he could understand that.

After all, what kind of place was Shanghai back then? The famous international settlement where domestic and foreign magnates gathered. Let alone Laos, few cities globally could compare to it.

"Big Brother, do you think that bartender who stole our things back then is still working at that bar?"

"Hard to say. So many years have passed. Working in a place like that, it wouldn't be strange if he were dead."

In Wang Jianguo's impression, bars were never peaceful. People who went there were seeking excitement and indulging themselves.

Under normal circumstances, you would see many different kinds of people waiting outside the bar entrance, not to drink, but to wait for prey to appear.

Colloquially known as corpse picking!

Inside the bar, it was even more chaotic, full of all sorts of shady characters. If you were lucky, you might hear 'Ah Oh Oh~ Yi Wu Yi~' from the restroom.

If it was like this domestically, let alone abroad, with ecstasy pills and washing powder everywhere.

Seeing Wang Jianjun ask about this, Wang Jianguo knew that the other party wanted to go back for revenge.

Very good, it matched his own thoughts.

"Go to Red Street Bar!"

Hearing him call out the bar's name, Wang Jianjun was a little surprised. He hadn't expected him to still remember the bar's name. So many years had passed; he only remembered the bartender.

As the saying goes, one might not remember who was kind to them, but they remember perfectly clearly who was an enemy.

Ten minutes later!

The motorcade arrived at a street with the largest flow of people, where one building was particularly eye-catching, bearing four large characters above it.

Red Street Bar!

The crowd outside stared at the motorcade, initially stunned, because it was the first time they had seen someone drive a rolls-royce to a bar.

And it was displaying a foreign guest license plate. For them, this was truly a first-time experience, like a young bride in her sedan chair.

"Whose car is this? Even foreign guests come to play at a bar? Is their standard that low?"

"Tch~ What do you know? Maybe they just like that kind of thing."

In the crowd, a Chinese person suddenly widened his eyes and exclaimed in surprise, "Holy crap, isn't that a Shanghai license plate? Could they be fellow countrymen?

But then again, after mixing around here for so many years, this is the first time I've seen a fellow countryman's car with a foreign guest plate.

I wonder whose prestigious vehicle this is. It would be great if I could go up and say hello."

Wang Jianguo, inside the car, looked at the gazes of the people outside. If it were when he first came out, he might have been a bit unaccustomed to it.

Now, having spent nights in military bases and experienced being personally hosted by The Chief, this situation was completely child's play.

The butler and the driver got out first, then quickly opened the rear door.

Wang Jianguo and the other man got out of the car and looked up at the familiar sign, exchanging a smile.

Truly, times have changed. How many years has it been? Back then, they were struggling among piles of dead bodies; now, they had become figures capable of hosting the Laotian Chief.

And all of this was, of course, not their own merit, but entirely thanks to having a good son.

Hoping one's son becomes a dragon, they never imagined that a true dragon would actually emerge in their family.

"Who is this? I haven't seen them before. Are there any big shots like this in the country?"

"No, brother, what is wrong with your brain? Have you met all the big shots in the country?"

"Uh..."

The other party was rendered speechless by the retort!

Wang Jianguo ignored the outsiders' gazes and led Wang Jianjun and the others into the bar.

As soon as they stepped inside, the luxurious atmosphere rushed toward them.

The noisy DJ, and all sorts of women on the dance floor, whose clothes were barely decent.

Because the clothing was too monotonous: a small white camisole, with two spherical ornaments swinging up, down, left, and right on the chest.

It made people's eyes blur and their mouths dry.

The arrival of Wang Jianguo and the others instantly caught the attention of the hostesses sitting at the bar.

Because they were too eye-catching; anyone who could bring Bodyguards out to play was either rich or noble. The sharp-eyed ones even recognized the value of the watch on Wang Jianguo's wrist.

The next second! Seven or eight hostesses swarmed over.

"Boss, do you need company? Twenty us dollars for one hour, and I can accompany you in anything~"