Sun Dong took a taxi and quickly arrived at Dongfanghong Nightclub.
Because it was noon, there didn't seem to be many people inside. When he walked in, a doorman glanced at him subconsciously and opened the door for him.
"Sir, how many are there?" The doorman looked Sun Dong up and down, his eyes becoming somewhat arrogant.
Indeed, those who can come to Dongfanghong to spend money are either rich or expensive, with luxury cars parked at the door, gorgeous clothes, and extraordinary momentum.
But Sun Dong doesn't look like a rich man in any way. He wears ordinary clothes, has an unfashionable hairstyle, and has a dark complexion. He looks a bit like an ordinary migrant worker on the street.
"I'm not here for consumption, I'm here to find people." Sun Dong said casually.
"Looking for someone? Who are you looking for?"
"I'm looking for your boss." Sun Dong thought in his mind. He went directly to their boss, had a good talk with him, and spent some money to redeem Ding Yuanyuan.
"I'm kidding, do you have an appointment with our boss?" The doorman's expression became disdainful.
"I want to make an appointment, but I haven't made one yet. Can you give me your boss's mobile phone number?"
"Damn it, you are sick, aren't you? Get out! The beggar doesn't look at the place, is this what you can do?" The doorman looked at Sun Dong again, and his tone suddenly changed.
"Boy, please keep your mouth clean." Sun Dong suddenly became unhappy when he saw this boy swearing.
"That's all I am, do you want to get out? If you don't get out, break your legs and don't come after me." The doorman said and waved towards the inside.
There were five or six big men in black sitting next to the coffee table in the rest area, playing cards there. When they saw the doorman waving to them, he stood up and walked over in a dangling way.
Seeing them like that, Sun Dong really wanted to kill them, but thinking about it, there was no need. This was Kyoto, and if they really wanted to fight, he would get into a lot of trouble.
"Forget it, I'm not looking for anyone anymore." Sun Dong said this and walked out.
"Stinky mountain cannon, you bastard, don't let me see you. If I see you again, I will really break your legs." The doorman spat out, almost spitting on Sun Dong.
Sun Dong sneered at him and said, "Tell me your name if you have the guts."
"My name is Zhang Dali, do you remember it? If you don't like me, come and beat me up." The boy said with an arrogant smile.
"You're done." Sun Dong said and quickly walked away.
Kyoto is different from the provincial capital, and it is also different from Dragon City. Dragon City and the provincial capital are small places compared to Kyoto. It is difficult to escape if there is trouble in Kyoto, so Sun Dong decided to outwit them.
He came to Yao Xintong's house and borrowed a Rolls-Royce, and then went to Yindu Building to buy some brand-name clothes. By the way, he also made a simple image design on the sixth floor of Yindu Building, and also bought a gold watch.
Wearing a pair of sunglasses, when he stood in front of the mirror, he didn't even recognize himself.
After the whole operation, it was already past six o'clock in the evening.
Sun Dong drove the Rolls-Royce straight to Dongfanghong Nightclub. As soon as he parked the car at the entrance of the nightclub, he saw a doorman trotting over and opened the car door with a smile.
Sun Dong couldn't help but laugh. It was Zhang Dali who had a conflict with him at noon.
Sun Dong threw the key into his hand, and at the same time took out a few hundred-dollar bills from his pocket and waved them in front of him. r> Zhang Dali thought Sun Dong was going to give him a tip, so he smiled and reached out to pick it up.
Sun Dong shook his hand, and the red banknotes fell to the ground.
Zhang Dali was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly bent down and picked up the banknotes.
"Do you like it?" Sun Dong tilted his head and looked at Zhang Dali.
"Thank you, thank you boss."
"Don't call me boss, call me dad. Just call me dad. These are all yours." Sun Dong reached into his pocket and took out a wad of money, about more than 10,000 yuan.
"Ah!" Zhang Dali was stunned for a moment, and his eyes nearly rolled out of his head. He usually helps people open doors here, and often receives a payment of only one hundred and eighty yuan. Today this buddy actually took out a
Come on ten thousand yuan.
"Call daddy and it's yours. If you don't call me, I'll go in." Sun Dong smiled and gently shook the money in his hand.
"Dad." Zhang Dali couldn't resist the temptation and finally shouted.
"Good son, remember this from now on. Please be more energetic when you see me again." Sun Dong patted the wad of money on his cheek, threw it to the ground and walked straight inside.
It's not that Sun Dong doesn't respect the doorman, he can only treat people like Zhang Dali like this.
Sun Dong put his hands in his trouser pockets, raised his head and walked in arrogantly. As soon as he entered the door, a beautiful woman came to greet him.
The woman is in her thirties, enchanting and charming. She is wearing a white cheongsam with a delicate peony embroidered on it.
This cheongsam is so magnificent and enchanting, just like this woman, with boundless charm.
"Sir, this is your first time here. I don't seem to recognize you." The woman smiled slightly and bowed slightly in greeting.
"Yes, it's my first time."
"Sir, are you singing? Drinking? Or taking a bath and massage? Or...?" The cheongsam woman's name is Wang Yan, and everyone calls her Sister Yan. She is the lobby manager of this nightclub.
"Arrange a private room for me, serve a few dishes, and bring a few bottles of wine." Sun Dong raised his head and said softly.
"Okay, wait a moment, I'll find someone to arrange it for you now." Wang Yan tilted her head and looked at Sun Dong, knowing that this must be the eldest son of a rich or powerful family, so she couldn't wait any longer. She waved from the side, "Meng
Meng, take this gentleman to the Shuiyun Room on the second floor."
A woman wearing a black short skirt next to her greeted Sun Dong with a smile and said softly, "Sir, please come with me."
After entering the elevator, Sun Dong glanced at the woman next to him out of the corner of his eye because he was wearing sunglasses. She was about twenty years old, with a slim figure, elegant and pretty appearance.
Looking at the woman standing next to him, Sun Dong thought to himself, what is such a beautiful woman doing here?
When he reached the second floor in his thoughts, the woman took him into a room. The room was not very big, but it was very elegant. It had a dining table, audio equipment, and a seating area next to it.
"Sir, we have a set meal here. This room costs 58,800 yuan tonight, plus drinks. If you need a beautiful girl to chat with you, add another 10,000 yuan." The woman smiled and bowed to Sun Dong.
Then he said.
Sun Dong is definitely a rich man now, but when he heard the quotation, he couldn't help but shudder in his heart. It would cost so much money for a person to eat and play for a while. Fifty-eight thousand and eighty-eighty-eighty-eight thousand and one table, there are all
What?
It seems that rich people really know how to consume and live! Sun Dong took a taxi and quickly came to Dongfanghong Nightclub.
Because it was noon, there didn't seem to be many people inside. When he walked in, a doorman glanced at him subconsciously and opened the door for him.
"Sir, how many are there?" The doorman looked Sun Dong up and down, his eyes becoming somewhat arrogant.
Indeed, those who can come to Dongfanghong to spend money are either rich or expensive, with luxury cars parked at the door, gorgeous clothes, and extraordinary momentum.
But Sun Dong doesn't look like a rich man in any way. He wears ordinary clothes, has an unfashionable hairstyle, and has a dark complexion. He looks a bit like an ordinary migrant worker on the street.
"I'm not here for consumption, I'm here to find people." Sun Dong said casually.
"Looking for someone? Who are you looking for?"
"I'm looking for your boss." Sun Dong thought in his mind. He went directly to their boss, had a good talk with him, and spent some money to redeem Ding Yuanyuan.
"I'm kidding, do you have an appointment with our boss?" The doorman's expression became disdainful.
"I want to make an appointment, but I haven't made one yet. Can you give me your boss's mobile phone number?"
"Damn it, you are sick, aren't you? Get out! The beggar doesn't look at the place, is this what you can do?" The doorman looked at Sun Dong again, and his tone suddenly changed.
"Boy, please keep your mouth clean." Sun Dong suddenly became unhappy when he saw this boy swearing.
"That's all I am, do you want to get out? If you don't get out, break your legs and don't come after me." The doorman said and waved towards the inside.
There were five or six big men in black sitting next to the coffee table in the rest area, playing cards there. When they saw the doorman waving to them, he stood up and walked over in a dangling way.
Seeing them like that, Sun Dong really wanted to kill them, but thinking about it, there was no need. This was Kyoto, and if they really wanted to fight, he would get into a lot of trouble.
"Forget it, I'm not looking for anyone anymore." Sun Dong said this and walked out.
"Stinky mountain cannon, you bastard, don't let me see you. If I see you again, I will really break your legs." The doorman spat out, almost spitting on Sun Dong.
Sun Dong sneered at him and said, "Tell me your name if you have the guts."
"My name is Zhang Dali, do you remember it? If you don't like me, come and beat me up." The boy said with an arrogant smile.
"You're done." Sun Dong said and quickly walked away.
Kyoto is different from the provincial capital, and it is also different from Dragon City. Dragon City and the provincial capital are small places compared to Kyoto. It is difficult to escape if there is trouble in Kyoto, so Sun Dong decided to outwit them.
He came to Yao Xintong's house and borrowed a Rolls-Royce, and then went to Yindu Building to buy some brand-name clothes. By the way, he also made a simple image design on the sixth floor of Yindu Building, and also bought a gold watch.
Wearing a pair of sunglasses, when he stood in front of the mirror, he didn't even recognize himself.
After the whole operation, it was already past six o'clock in the evening.
Sun Dong drove the Rolls-Royce straight to Dongfanghong Nightclub. As soon as he parked the car at the entrance of the nightclub, he saw a doorman trotting over and opened the car door with a smile.
Sun Dong couldn't help but laugh. It was Zhang Dali who had a conflict with him at noon.
Sun Dong threw the key into his hand, and at the same time took out a few hundred-dollar bills from his pocket and waved them in front of him. r> Zhang Dali thought Sun Dong was going to give him a tip, so he smiled and reached out to pick it up.
Sun Dong shook his hand, and the red banknotes fell to the ground.
Zhang Dali was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly bent down and picked up the banknotes.
"Do you like it?" Sun Dong tilted his head and looked at Zhang Dali.
"Thank you, thank you boss."
"Don't call me boss, call me dad. Just call me dad. These are all yours." Sun Dong reached into his pocket and took out a wad of money, about more than 10,000 yuan.
"Ah!" Zhang Dali was stunned for a moment, and his eyes nearly rolled out of his head. He usually helps people open doors here, and often receives a payment of only one hundred and eighty yuan. Today this buddy actually took out a
Come on ten thousand yuan.
"Call daddy and it's yours. If you don't call me, I'll go in." Sun Dong smiled and gently shook the money in his hand.
"Dad." Zhang Dali couldn't resist the temptation and finally shouted.
"Good son, remember this from now on. Please be more energetic when you see me again." Sun Dong patted the wad of money on his cheek, threw it to the ground and walked straight inside.
It's not that Sun Dong doesn't respect the doorman, he can only treat people like Zhang Dali like this.
Sun Dong put his hands in his trouser pockets, raised his head and walked in arrogantly. As soon as he entered the door, a beautiful woman came to greet him.
The woman is in her thirties, enchanting and charming. She is wearing a white cheongsam with a delicate peony embroidered on it.
This cheongsam is so magnificent and enchanting, just like this woman, with boundless charm.
"Sir, this is your first time here. I don't seem to recognize you." The woman smiled slightly and bowed slightly in greeting.
"Yes, it's my first time."
"Sir, are you singing? Drinking? Or taking a bath and massage? Or...?" The cheongsam woman's name is Wang Yan, and everyone calls her Sister Yan. She is the lobby manager of this nightclub.
"Arrange a private room for me, serve a few dishes, and bring a few bottles of wine." Sun Dong raised his head and said softly.
"Okay, wait a moment, I'll find someone to arrange it for you now." Wang Yan tilted her head and looked at Sun Dong, knowing that this must be the eldest son of a rich or powerful family, so she couldn't wait any longer. She waved from the side, "Meng
Meng, take this gentleman to the Shuiyun Room on the second floor."
A woman wearing a black short skirt next to her greeted Sun Dong with a smile and said softly, "Sir, please come with me."
After entering the elevator, Sun Dong glanced at the woman next to him out of the corner of his eye because he was wearing sunglasses. She was about twenty years old, with a slim figure, elegant and pretty appearance.
Looking at the woman standing next to him, Sun Dong thought to himself, what is such a beautiful woman doing here?
When he reached the second floor in his thoughts, the woman took him into a room. The room was not very big, but it was very elegant. It had a dining table, audio equipment, and a seating area next to it.
"Sir, we have a set meal here. This room costs 58,800 yuan tonight, plus drinks. If you need a beautiful girl to chat with you, add another 10,000 yuan." The woman smiled and bowed to Sun Dong.
Then he said.
Sun Dong is definitely a rich man now, but when he heard the quotation, he couldn't help but shudder in his heart. It would cost so much money for a person to eat and play for a while. Fifty-eight thousand and eighty-eighty-eighty-eight thousand and one table, there are all
What?
It seems that rich people really know how to consume and live!