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Meng Wenzhou thought for a moment and added, "Oh, right. That guy’s mom seems to be on good terms with my mom too."

"So they’ll probably show up for my dad’s birthday this time. When that happens..."

Before Meng Wenzhou could finish, he glanced at Su Yang with a playful wink.

Before Su Yang could respond, Liu Bo jumped in, crossing two index fingers in a slashing motion across his neck and grinning mischievously, "We’ll take him out then."

Meng Wenzhou rolled his eyes—a rare reaction from him. "What, are you in the mafia or something?"

"Heh, just kidding."

Su Yang chuckled, "Lao Meng, have you ever met this guy?"

Meng Wenzhou shook his head. "Nope. Everything I know about him is from my uncle. No clue what he’s really like."

"Alright, we’ll scope him out the day after tomorrow then."

"Sure, we’ll figure it out then."

As the three chatted, the private room door swung open, and a waiter walked in.

Liu Bo raised a hand to greet him. "Hey, handsome, bring back those two ladies from earlier. Also, my friend here just arrived—you know the drill. Arrange something~"

The waiter nodded with a smile. "Right away, Manager Liu~"

With that, he closed the door and left.

Su Yang grinned. "What’s this ‘arrangement’ about?"

Liu Bo smirked. "Just calling in some more girls so you can pick one you like to drink with~"

"Ohhh, got it. So how late are you guys planning to stay tonight?" Su Yang asked, looking between them.

Liu Bo grinned wider. "Who says we have to leave? This place is good for sleeping too, right, Brother Meng?"

Meng Wenzhou sighed in amusement. "I’m fine with whatever."

Su Yang pondered. "Aside from drinking and karaoke, what else is fun here?"

The question stumped them both. Meng Wenzhou was wealthy but not really into private clubs—he only visited a couple of times a year, usually when friends dragged him along.

Liu Bo, however, was a regular. He was even a premium VIP at this place, Houyuan Private Club.

But when it came to listing the entertainment options, he blanked for a second.

After staring at the ceiling in thought, he turned back to Su Yang with a grin. "Brother Yang, this place has tons to do."

"Oh? Like what?"

"Besides drinking and singing, there’s the usual—massages, mahjong, hot springs, sauna. There’s even a golf course for daytime swings."

"Let me think... oh yeah, horseback riding, archery, swimming, bowling, even a go-kart track for some racing fun~"

"Food and drinks? They’ve got everything. Seriously, if you can imagine it, they’ve got it. And probably stuff you can’t imagine too~"

Su Yang nodded. "Pretty comprehensive. Seems like you’re a regular here~"

Liu Bo scratched his head with a sheepish grin. "Heh, not that regular, but I do have premium VIP status~"

"You sure know how to have fun."

"Flattery, flattery. I’ve got a bit of expertise in that department. Mainly ‘cause I’m financially free now—no big ambitions, just enough money to last a lifetime. No job, no business, so my daily mission is figuring out how to enjoy myself~"

Su Yang thought to himself, ‘This guy’s mindset is pretty similar to mine.’

"Not bad. But doesn’t that lifestyle get boring after a while?"

Liu Bo paused, then laughed. "Sometimes, yeah. I mean, you can’t be out partying every day. Gotta go home eventually, and that’s when the boredom kicks in."

"But hey, it’s still better than being broke, right? No argument there?" He glanced at the other two.

Meng Wenzhou raised his glass with a smile. "Absolutely~"

Su Yang, who related deeply, also nodded. "True enough! Let’s toast to that, brothers."

"Cheers!"

After some more casual talk, Su Yang remembered that attending Meng Wenzhou’s father’s birthday party in two days would be his first visit—and a birthday at that. He should probably bring something.

He turned to Meng Wenzhou. "Hey, Lao Meng, does your dad have any hobbies? I’ve got tomorrow to prepare."

Meng Wenzhou waved it off immediately. "Man, my memory’s terrible. I almost forgot to mention—Lao Su, don’t buy anything. My dad’s had this rule for the past few years: no gifts, not even from me."

"Oh? That’s a thing?"

"Yep. No idea why. Normally, you’d expect gifts, but after he turned fifty, he stopped accepting anything—no exceptions, not even from my mom. He’s drilled it into me, Qianyu, and Pan Ning too: no gifts from guests!"

"If that’s the case, fine. I just figured since it’s my first time at your place and his birthday, I should bring something."

"Seriously, don’t. I’m glad you brought it up—if you’d shown up with a gift, my dad wouldn’t say anything in front of you, but I’d catch hell afterward."

"That serious?"

"Extremely. He’s made it crystal clear—if any guest I bring gives a gift, I’m in for a scolding later."

Su Yang chuckled helplessly. "Damn, alright. No gifts this time. Next visit, though."

"That’s fair."

As they drank and chatted, another knock came at the door.

"Come in~" Liu Bo called out.

The door opened, and the same waiter entered, followed by the two women who’d been sitting with Meng Wenzhou and Liu Bo earlier.

The girls giggled as they sashayed over, plopping down beside the two men with syrupy voices.

"Manager Meng~~"

"Manager Liu~~"

‘Holy crap—that voice!’ Su Yang barely suppressed an internal curse.

The waiter addressed the trio calmly. "Manager Liu, I’ve arranged for the ladies as requested. They’ll be here shortly~"

"Good~"

Click-clack, click-clack…

A minute later, before anyone appeared, the sound of high heels echoed down the hallway outside, crisp and rhythmic.

All three men turned toward the door. Seconds later, the sound grew louder.

A woman in her thirties or forties, dressed in a black slit dress, appeared at the entrance first. She nodded politely before stepping inside with a smile, followed by five younger women of varying looks and styles.

The woman in black was their "big sister."

The five filed in and lined up, all sporting the same outfit—black stockings and tight mini skirts, though the skirt colors differed slightly.

Once they were in position, the woman in black stepped forward, exchanged a glance with the waiter, and nodded.

The waiter acknowledged her and quietly closed the door behind him as he left.

At this moment, the woman in the black dress glanced at Su Yang and the other two, speaking calmly, "Good evening, gentlemen. These ladies here are our finest from the back garden. I believe this handsome gentleman needs to pick one, is that right?"

Liu Bo nodded and said, "Yes, that's correct. This is Mr. Su Yang."

"Understood, Mr. Su." The woman in the black dress gave Su Yang a slight nod before turning to the five women behind her, signaling them. "Ladies, come forward."

The five women looked like professionally trained hostesses, nearly identical in height, posture, and even the subtle curve of their smiles.

At the summons, they stepped forward gracefully.

Though Su Yang appeared composed on the surface, inwardly, he couldn't help but feel a flicker of excitement.

After all, this was the first time in his life he'd faced such a "selection."

[Ding—Host detected to be in high spirits, thoroughly enjoying the moment. Reward: 2 million.]

Ignoring the system's prompt, Su Yang quickly surveyed the five women standing about three or four meters away.

Their heights were roughly the same, around 165 cm, with equally pleasing figures and faces.

Still, it wasn’t quite vivid enough. Su Yang immediately called out in his mind:

—Old System, scan them all.

......

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