Chapter 8: Hints

"Zheng Qian, I'm a bit tired and want to go home, but I forgot my keys at the company, so I can't get in..."

Qin Xueli whispered into Zheng Qian's ear.

Forgot her keys at the company?

Why does that sound... a bit like a come-on?

Is the subtext that she wants me to take her to a hotel?

"Then you should stay at a hotel tonight. It's on me; I'll transfer the money to you in a bit."

"I still want to play for a while." Zheng Qian's interest right now wasn't on Qin Xueli, but on this Jin Lu.

"Oh."

Without saying goodbye to anyone but Zheng Qian, Qin Xueli left the scene.

She could already tell that whether it was Xinxin or Angela, or even her so-called good friends, they had all set their sights on Zheng Qian. Although they still looked friendly on the surface, they had actually fallen out.

If they fell out, so be it; Qin Xueli didn't really care.

They had only met while hanging out anyway.

Compared to these professionals, Qin Xueli could still be considered innocent. She admitted that her level wasn't as high as theirs, and she couldn't outplay them.

If she really wanted to fight for Zheng Qian, she probably wouldn't win.

After she left, Zheng Qian wondered how much money he should send Qin Xueli.

Send ten thousand?

No, the system might not give a cashback for that.

Yebai is officially classified as a second-tier city, but in reality, it only ranks as third or fourth-tier. Even the highest-end hotels only cost a few thousand yuan; Zheng Qian had never heard of any that cost over ten thousand.

He typed in 5200 and transferred it.

He even added a note.

"Sorry for playing so late. Consider this my compensation to you—stay at a nice hotel."

Immediately after, he put his phone away and went back to watching Jin Lu play dice.

In the following rounds, without exception, Jin Lu won every single one.

The four of them—Ai Qingyue, Xinxin, Angela, and Chen Feiyu—were about to drink until they threw up.

Their Favorability toward Zheng Qian had, without exception, all dropped by five to ten points.

Damn, he hired such a strong nightclub worker to get them drunk without even bothering to offer a single word of persuasion; it would be weird if it didn't drop.

Of course, Zheng Qian didn't care at all. If it dropped, so be it.

"I'm going to the restroom, ugh..." Chen Feiyu had just stood up and almost threw up, but luckily he held it in, otherwise he would have vomited all over Ai Qingyue.

"I'm going too..."

Two people in a row had been drunk to the point of vomiting.

Zheng Qian was very satisfied with Jin Lu.

"Still want to play?"

"No more, no more."

"I can't do it anymore..."

Xinxin and Angela clutched their chests, begging Jin Lu and Zheng Qian for mercy while feeling incredibly unwell.

"Alright, let's leave it at that for now." Jin Lu stood up, picked up her glass, and gestured toward Zheng Qian with the drink she had already poured.

She downed it in one gulp.

"Young Master Zheng, can I add you on WeChat?"

Jin Lu's Favorability toward him was still ten points, but she had taken the initiative to ask for Zheng Qian's WeChat.

Zheng Qian naturally didn't refuse. After adding Jin Lu, she quickly sent a message.

"Young Master Zheng, I'm not off work yet. I'll treat you to a late-night snack later."

Naturally, it wasn't convenient to say this in front of the others.

Zheng Qian admired her more and more.

Those who can work in a bar generally don't have low emotional intelligence.

A thought popped into Zheng Qian's mind to conquer her, but he also felt a bit nervous.

Even big shots like Jack Ma, Pony Ma, and Robin Li, who sit on hundreds of billions in wealth, have women in their hearts they can't forget and can't obtain.

Judging from just now, Jin Lu probably belongs to this type of woman; it seems money can't satisfy her.

But if Jin Lu works as a saleswoman in a nightclub not for money, then what is it for?

For fun?

That possibility isn't nonexistent, but for a top-tier woman like Jin Lu, what kind of man could be played by her?

A sucker like himself?

In terms of ranking, Zheng Qian is a newbie who hasn't even left the newbie village, Qin Xueli is that kind of entry-level player, and Xinxin and Angela are barely mid-level players.

What level is a woman who can drive Qin Xueli away and play Xinxin and Angela until they throw up?

He felt that "high-level player" was clearly underestimating Jin Lu; she was at least at the top level.

For a moment, Zheng Qian felt very nervous and even a bit intimidated.

But at the same time, he felt very excited.

If something could happen with a woman like Jin Lu tonight, he believed 99% of men wouldn't refuse.

After adding Jin Lu on WeChat, Jin Lu left the booth.

The salesman rushed over immediately.

"Brother, are you still drinking?"

"No more, I've already reached my limit. Are you trying to get me to pass out?" Zheng Qian smiled.

"I wouldn't dare, I wouldn't dare. This is a VIP card from Red Rose for you. You'll have top-tier treatment whenever you come to play in the future." The male salesman obsequiously handed the card over with both hands to Zheng Qian.

Zheng Qian looked at the two vixens on the sofa who were drinking until they were unrecognizable.

He believed that if he suggested taking them to a hotel to rest now, they wouldn't refuse.

However, if the two of them could leave with him tonight, they could leave with someone else tomorrow night.

A key that can open ten thousand locks is a master key.

A lock that can be opened by ten thousand keys is a broken lock.

Women like Xinxin and Angela, although beautiful, have been opened by who knows how many people.

If they happened to have some disease, it simply wouldn't be worth it.

He finally got a top-tier system; if he died tomorrow, it would be a huge loss.

"There's still quite a bit left. If you want to drink, keep drinking here; if not, just store it. I'm going out for a stroll; it's a bit stuffy here." Zheng Qian pointed to the remaining bottles of ace of spades on the table.

The male salesman was dumbfounded.

What kind of move is this?

Opened three sets of Big Divine Dragons and one set of Small Divine Dragons, and didn't take a single girl with him?

Or is it that he has already been taken care of by Sister Jin?

In the male salesman's heart, the latter possibility was much greater.

"Brother, why don't I add you on WeChat too? Next time you come, let me know in advance, and I'll reserve the best booth for you. If you drink too much, I can call a designated driver for you to take you home."

Who wouldn't want to cling to such a big shot?

Zheng Qian also added the male salesman on WeChat and was then escorted out of Red Rose.

Walking on the street, Zheng Qian stared at his bank account balance for a long time.

2,666,640.

In one night, he earned over 2.66 million.

As for hard power in terms of money, Zheng Qian no longer needed to worry.

But in terms of some soft power, there was really room for improvement.

For example, character, vision, magnanimity, and so on.

If he had enough soft power, would someone like Chen Feiyu dare to come to his booth?

Definitely not.

Even with money, he would still be treated as a sucker.

A long time ago, Zheng Qian read a book called "Rich Dad Poor Dad," which mentioned that the level of your understanding of wealth determines how much wealth you can truly master.

When a person gets a sum of money, the first thing to do is to invest in oneself and improve oneself, not to spend it.

After Zheng Qian opened the first set of Big Divine Dragons, he thought about buying a villa for himself the next day.

This is typical poor-person thinking.

After coming out of the nightclub, Zheng Qian felt that he had figured out a lot of things.

On his phone, Zheng Qian received a WeChat message from Qin Xueli.

"I've booked the room. Shangri-La 9694."