Not long after, the opening celebration began. The DJ downstairs started playing energetic dance music, and the atmosphere team of young women swayed their alluring figures with great effort.
Soon, the bar owner arrived at the SVIP private room to toast the important guests.
When it was Su Bai's turn, the owner gave him an extra glance, exchanged a few words, and added his contact.
He mentioned that if Su Bai ever needed introductions to women or premium liquor, he could help—at least in Jiangcheng, those were two areas he knew well.
Then, he hurried off, likely busy with other matters or needing to network elsewhere. After all, running a business was hectic, requiring connections at every turn.
Su Bai, however, had no interest in such things.
Letting him occasionally visit the company to indulge or support his friends' dreams was one thing, but actually managing operations? That would be torture.
Better to just relax.
"By the way, we're about to 'serve the dishes.' Any preferences, Su Bai? I’ll have the manager arrange it," Wu Hanyu said warmly.
"'Serve the dishes'… you mean that?"
"Yeah, exactly, that…"
Seeing Wu Hanyu’s exaggerated wink, Su Bai understood—he was referring to the rotation of women entering the room for the guests to pick drinking and entertainment companions.
It was a bit like the "next batch" routine at high-end KTVs.
Judging by the eager expressions of the other guys, this was probably the highlight of their night.
Earlier, while toasting with the owner, they had all acted refined. Now? They weren’t even pretending.
"Feels like everyone’s been starving for ages…" Su Bai muttered under his breath.
"Haha, pretty much," Wu Hanyu admitted, scratching his head. "Honestly, most of us here are kept busy with tasks assigned by our families. Free time is scarce, and with our parents’ sensitive positions, people keep a close eye on us. Real opportunities to let loose are rare… and proper dating? Even less time for that."
"I see," Su Bai realized. So even the rich-kid circle wasn’t what he’d imagined. They had the means for extravagance, but not necessarily the freedom.
At the end of the day, parents nowadays weren’t as indulgent. They kept their kids occupied with responsibilities to fill their time.
Busy people had less room for wayward thoughts, making them less prone to bad habits.
That was also why some parents sent their academically struggling kids to private schools—young minds were impressionable, and without structure, they’d just wander into trouble.
"So, what’ll it be? Want me to get you some anime-style cuties? We even have professional cosplayers today, brought in from out of town. Way better than the amateurs at your school."
"Better how, exactly?"
"Heh… skilled in technique."
What the hell kind of "technique" was that?
Su Bai couldn’t help but laugh. "Nah, I prefer the slow-burn type. I’ll stick with my usual circle. Maybe I’ll just enjoy the view tonight."
"Fair enough. Honestly, I’m just here for the view too."
"Huh?"
"My parents already arranged my engagement. My fiancée keeps a tight leash. We’re still in the betrothal phase, but I can’t mess around. Gotta take responsibility, you know?"
Wu Hanyu wore an unusually solemn expression.
Seeing Su Bai wasn’t playing along either, he felt like he’d found a kindred spirit.
Then again, maybe like-minded people just naturally gravitated toward each other.
Su Bai and Liu Chen'ang were both the type who avoided reckless fun, preferring stable relationships.
Before long, the first group of women filed in, walking gracefully in a line.
Honestly, the sight was quite impressive.
Any one of them would turn heads on the street, but seeing so many stunning women clustered together was almost overwhelming.
Yet, upon closer inspection, Su Bai noticed their beauty was amplified by heavy makeup and the dim, moody lighting.
He didn’t even need his system’s analysis—just a bit of focus revealed that these so-called beauties were nothing special compared to the women in his life.
So, he simply observed the parade of women with detached curiosity.
His composure earned quiet approval from the wealthy women in the room.
Women paid close attention to how men behaved around temptation.
If self-control was lacking, it spoke volumes about their character.
Sure, appreciating beauty was natural, but what separated humans from animals was the ability to restrain primal urges.
Those who’d been poor and suddenly struck it rich often struggled the most here—easily swayed by the slightest flirtation.
Su Bai, however, watched with a gaze so clear and detached it felt almost icy.
"Oho, little brother, you’re staring so intently. See one you like? Tell your big sister," Xue Yimei teased, having recovered from her earlier embarrassment.
Su Bai shook his head. "Nah, I was just focusing on their outfits."
"Outfits?"
"Yeah, they’ve got a great sense of style—very eye-catching. But after a while, it feels a bit… overdone. Your taste in fashion is way better."
He turned to Xue Yimei, offering the compliment sincerely.
And he wasn’t just flattering her. Fashion sense was something shaped by long-term exposure to refined environments.
Having mingled with plenty of wealthy women lately, Su Bai could confidently say their styling was on a whole different level compared to nightclub girls from humble backgrounds.
The interplay of colors, fabrics, and design elements was practically an art form.
"Hahaha, Su Bai, you’re such a charmer! And your own style isn’t bad either!" Xue Yimei laughed behind her hand. No wonder Wu Hanyu had spoken so highly of him—the kid had a silver tongue.
"Not really. I just ask others for advice on what to wear. Fashion’s not my forte at all."
"Then you should hire a stylist—maybe even a whole team handling your wardrobe and hair. That way, everything’s cohesive."
"Good idea!"
Honestly, Xue Yimei’s suggestion was spot-on.
Only someone from real wealth would propose something like that—most nouveau riche couldn’t afford a dedicated styling team.
But Su Bai wasn’t worried.
He quickly checked his system and confirmed: hiring a styling team counted as "indulgent spending," and all salaries and material costs would trigger 2x–10x cashback!
Now that was convenient.
"Wait, Xue Yimei, when I asked if I should hire a European team, you told me not to!" Wu Hanyu protested.
She shot him a disdainful look. "With your mess of a look? Total waste of money. Su Bai actually has the foundation for it."
Wu Hanyu: "…"
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agon king storylines. At the start, I obtained the "Ultimate Lackey System" - the more I act as a lackey, the stronger I become. What else could I do? I chose to become the personal henchman of the ultimate villain, Su Muwan. I provoke all sorts of chosen ones, snatch away their opportunities, and commit every evil deed imaginable. You ask who's behind me? Hmph! You're not worthy of knowing my lady's name! ...... ....... I am Su Muwan, the eldest daughter of the Su family. Since childhood, I've possessed extraordinary talent in martial arts, which led to my arrogant and domineering personality in my past life. I was even foolish enough to repeatedly challenge those favored by heaven, ultimately resulting in a tragic death. In this life, I must behave and absolutely cannot walk the same path again!! However... SLAP!! "So you're the Dragon King, huh?!" When I saw my little lackey swagger over and viciously slap the Dragon King who was hiding his identity, I felt my heart sink. Su Muwan's suspended heart finally died as she watched Qin Luo, her utterly loyal lackey, standing before her. She fainted on the spot from shock. Heaven is determined to destroy me!! (Pure love 1v1, light-hearted, no angst, single female lead, villain, reincarnation, lackey)
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
