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609 , Wang Dashao is inferior

Since it is an antique-style club, the food provided is naturally Chinese food, and there is nothing to fault in terms of taste.

Wang Sicheng rarely drinks Maotai, but today he still drank enough and planned to have a PK with Chen Dongcheng.

After finishing a bottle of Maotai, Wang Sicheng suddenly became frightened when he saw Chen Dongcheng's expression on the opposite side did not change.

It looked like he had met the god of wine. If he drank any more, he would have to fall down first.

After the two of them had eaten and drank enough, the woman wearing a light white cheongsam came over and handed the menu to Wang Sicheng for a look.

Wang Sicheng put a big pen on the service fee and put a check mark directly behind 20%.

"Thank you, Mr. Wang."

The four girls in costumes were immediately overjoyed and thanked him profusely.

"We should go to the gym."

Wang Sicheng was mysterious and pulled Chen Dongcheng to a nearby room.

The same antique design, but there are two huge bathtubs in the middle.

It is no exaggeration to say that each of these two bathtubs can accommodate three people taking a bath.

"This is also one of their characteristics."

"In ancient times, people had to have maids to take baths. Their family also had this service, but his family was formal."

Wang Sicheng explained that they were all men and there was nothing to be taboo about, so he immediately started to take off his clothes.

Anyway, there are only women in this club from top to bottom, and they are all pretty girls with good looks.

"Damn it, you're not telling a lie, are you? Such an exaggeration?"

Wang Sicheng caught a glimpse of Chen Dongcheng's penis, his eyes widened, and then he lowered his head to look at his own.

Well……

I immediately felt inferior.

Wang Sicheng slipped into the bathtub, not wanting to recall the scene just now.

No wonder this guy is so powerful, like a siege cannon.

"Ahem."

Chen Dongcheng found that the girl wearing a pale white cheongsam had her eyes fixed on him, and he quickly got into the bathtub.

The warm water temperature immediately made him moan in pleasure.

Don't get me wrong, this is a normal reaction.

"Sir, you can order any female technician in this club, including me of course."

"Are you also a technician?"

Chen Dongcheng was stunned for a moment, this woman should be the lobby manager or something, right?

"Well, I also worked as a technician for a period of time, but then I was promoted to the club manager."

The woman's eyes were bright and she introduced herself: "My name is Qiu Ya. You can just call me Xiaoya. What do you think?"

"Well, that's up to you."

Chen Dongcheng didn't think much about it. At least this one named Qiu Ya looked quite pleasing to the eye, both in figure and face.

Why do you think so much about a regular bath?

"Help me find that Xiaoyun, you know."

Wang Sicheng was obviously a regular customer, and he named a girl when he came up.

"Okay, Mr. Wang."

Qiu Ya smiled, and soon after she walked out, a girl came in.

Chen Dongcheng took a look. He had an oval face and a pretty good figure.

She was also wearing a long costume dress, so it wasn't very obvious.

"Mr. Wang, you haven't come to see me for a long time."

As soon as the girl named Xiaoyun opened her mouth, it was revealed that the two of them were full of adultery.

"Hey, you'll get off work early later. I'll take you to a late-night snack and give you a few extra hours."

Wang Sicheng is a veteran driver and the richest man.

I really haven't made many mistakes when it comes to picking up girls.

Chen Dongcheng closed his eyes and rested his mind, deliberately not listening to the bad words of the couple next to him.

Fortunately, the distance between the two bathtubs is three meters, so it is relatively private.

"Sir, is my strength okay?"

Qiu Ya lowered her head slightly, leaned into Chen Dongcheng's ear, and asked with a soft breath.

"Can."

Chen Dongcheng did not open his eyes and nodded in appreciation.

With her tender little hands pressed on Chen Dongcheng's strong body, Qiu Ya didn't feel tired at all, but rather enjoyed it.

This kind of fair opportunity to make money is not available to ordinary people.

If you can chat and laugh with the richest man, you are definitely not an ordinary person.

Having been in this kind of private club for two years, Qiu Ya has seen too many men of all kinds.

Some are deliberately showing off, some are pretending to be low-key, and some are young and energetic.

But he really hasn't seen Chen Dongcheng's model very often.

After all, there are only a few people in this age group who can spend money in clubs like theirs.

There is both the sharpness of young people and the maturity and restraint of middle-aged people.

The mixture of these two styles has unparalleled appeal to women.

The warm water temperature and gentle massage made Chen Dongchengdu feel a little sleepy without realizing it, and his eyelids became heavier and heavier.

It wasn't until Qiu Ya took the initiative to wake up Chen Dongcheng that he woke up.

Not to mention, this fitness place is really good.

"Where are the people?"

Chen Dongcheng glanced next to him. The bathtub was empty. Wang Sicheng had already disappeared.

"Mr. Wang was a little anxious, so he asked Xiaoyun to leave work early."

Qiu Ya has long been used to it.

A woman's capital is beauty, and her golden age is only a few years.

Since you have capital, why not use it?

In addition, in a private club like this, the men you come into contact with are generally either rich or noble.

In the long run, few girls will be able to resist this subtle influence.

"When you become a member, you should get a commission, right?"

Chen Dongcheng twisted his neck and glanced at the wall clock in the room.

Good guy, Qiu Ya pressed herself for two and a half hours. It was really hard.

"Yes. If you note that it was me who introduced you, I can make two points."

Qiu Ya's eyes lit up and her voice became a little urgent.

God knows how difficult it is to improve performance. Even if you become the manager of this club, your monthly income will only be 20,000 to 30,000 yuan.

It seems like a lot, but women spend more money.

Unless you really want to take the wrong path, it's not that easy to make money.

"You get ready first, and I'll change my clothes."

After all, the two of them had nothing to do with each other, so it was a bit embarrassing to change clothes in front of a woman.

"Okay, I'll help you prepare the membership file first, please wait a moment."

Qiu Ya smiled and nodded, and quickly handed over a clean towel.

Exit the room, close the door, and quickly go to the main hall to prepare your membership files.

After Chen Dongcheng got dressed, he walked to the main hall and sat down on a sofa.

Qiu Ya quickly handed over a cup of hot tea and sat next to Chen Dongcheng.

There is a faint smell of perfume on me, which is quite nice.

"Sir, you need to fill in some simple information. The membership fee of our club is 300,000. If you deposit more, we will also have certain gifts in our store."

The membership fee of 300,000 yuan is not cheap, to be honest.

But just looking at this courtyard house, it has an antique design.

Even the appearance of the waiters is of a high standard, and the price is acceptable.

"Then open a membership and deposit 200,000 into it."

Chen Dongcheng doesn't plan to come often, but only comes here occasionally to play.

Save 200,000, which is enough for him to use.

"Don't worry, our club has only over 80 members as of now, so it's relatively private."

Qiu Ya quickly added, her tone unable to conceal her joy.

Not only can you get a commission from being a member, but even the money saved by Chen Dongcheng will be counted as their performance.

Based on this calculation, Qiu Ya can get a commission of 10,000 yuan from Chen Dongcheng's order alone.

However, this kind of good thing does not happen often. It is good to encounter it a few times a year.


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