The waiter smiled, and I noticed a hint of ambiguity in his smile…
I suddenly remembered the rumors that many second-rate actresses and models came here to try their luck. So, obviously, there were also quite a few big shots accustomed to fine dining who liked to come here to pick up girls dreaming of stardom. Clearly, this waiter mistook me for one of those people.
Given my current status, I could easily bet on any beautiful woman with dreams of stardom with just a flick of my finger, and there would be plenty of women willing to strip naked and jump into my bed.
I was too lazy to explain, and then the waiter pulled out a strange mask from somewhere and gave it to me. It had exaggerated eyes, a large nose, and a thick beard. It was clearly a clown mask, and when worn, it covered half of a person's eyes.
"What is this?" I was taken aback.
The waiter chuckled, "Every Wednesday is a special day for makeup and styling. All guests playing in the public area have to wear masks... It's for their convenience..."
His smile became even more blatant.
I paused for a moment, then immediately understood what he meant. If everyone wore masks in public, no one would know who the other was, and those celebrities who came to pick up women could also conceal their identities, avoiding a lot of trouble… a unique kind of excitement, quite interesting!
I took the mask and put it on, then a waiter led me to an entrance: "Have a good time."
I walked into the hall, which was decorated like a crystal palace. There were no glaring lights, only fluorescent lights!
Descending along a winding corridor, you immediately see a wall on one side that has been hollowed out and transformed into a series of shop windows. The outside is covered by glass, and inside each window is a voluptuous and glamorous woman dressed in various revealing and alluring outfits. Some are dressed as Catwoman, some as devils, and some as bunny girls... Black hair, blonde hair, red hair, without exception, they are all twisting their bodies and dancing seductively to the rhythm of the music, making all sorts of tempting poses.
I lingered in front of a shop window for a couple of seconds longer, and immediately, a black woman dressed as Catwoman in the window started giving me flirtatious glances. At the same time, she pressed her body against the glass and even stuck out her tongue through the window, making a licking motion... Mixed with a seductive smile on her face, she was very flirtatious.
I shrugged and kept walking.
It seems that the "Wednesday Makeup Special" here is really popular. The venue is full of men and women, but overall, there are more women than men, and a quick glance reveals that they all have good figures... Although you can't see their faces, most of the women have great figures.
It seems that those who come here to hook up with rich guys are all people with the means.
In the very center was a square bar, arranged like a crystal coffin. The bartenders were dressed like vampires, with adorned fangs and cloaks. I squeezed through the crowd, sat down in an empty seat, and looked at the bartender in front of me: "Give me a glass of tequila."
Bang……
A crisp sound came from beside me, and then I saw a Black woman sit down, deliberately sitting very close to me. She was very tall, with perfect proportions, clearly a model. And she was dressed very provocatively… She wore glasses like those worn by Cleopatra. However, judging from the two-thirds of her face that were visible, she did bear a striking resemblance to the famous Hollywood actress Halle Berry. And her chocolate-colored skin was incredibly smooth.
"Hey, handsome, won't you buy me a drink?" she said to me deliberately in a deep, magnetic voice.
After saying that, she deliberately rubbed her crossed legs lightly against my leg...
Huh? Blatant seduction? I shrugged. Although the black girl's figure was indeed attractive, I wasn't in the mood for womanizing tonight. I called over the bartender and pointed to the woman next to me: "Give this lady a drink... um, whatever she wants to drink, put it on my tab."
After I finished speaking, I smiled at the Black woman and said, "Sorry, I'd like to be alone for a while."
She seemed to pause for a moment, then left with a hint of reluctance.
"Sir, here's your drink." The bartender poured me the tequila I ordered. I picked it up, tilted my head back, and swallowed it down. I felt a fiery sensation flow from my throat down my esophagus to my stomach, which was incredibly refreshing!
I sighed: "Give me another one."
The bartender smiled at me, poured me a drink, then looked around and whispered, "Sir, if you need anything, please feel free to ask me... We offer special services to VIP members."
"Huh?" I was a little surprised: "How did you know I was a VIP member?"
The bartender smiled; he seemed quite clever. "Oh, the mask you're wearing. There's a mark drawn on it with a special fluorescent material that's invisible to ordinary people, but we servers wear special contact lenses to see the symbol. Only members can wear masks like this; it's different for regular guests."
That's when I understood.
I couldn't help but feel a bit curious about this club. The person who could think of so many details must be quite remarkable.
I nodded, then he smiled at me and walked away.
But then something frustrating happened. I sat at the bar for less than ten minutes, and three women came up to me and started chatting me up!
Moreover, all three women were extremely beautiful beauties. One of them was tall and had long legs that would make any man drool. It would be a lie to say that she wasn't tempted. Another woman was petite and, during the conversation, deliberately pretended to accidentally drop her mask, revealing an extremely "youthful" face... but her figure was anything but "youthful." Her voluptuous figure had already attracted the covetous gazes of many men around them.
I couldn't help but smile wryly...
A youthful face, large breasts, and stunningly beautiful legs... and another woman who also averages nearly 90 points in beauty. Being approached by three such gorgeous women in a row would be enough to excite any man.
But doubts gradually began to grow in my mind.
I don't think I have much charm... especially when I'm wearing a mask, so people can't see my face and don't know my identity.
Did my luck suddenly turn around tonight? Was I having a massive stroke of good fortune in love? I couldn't help but take a closer look at myself, but I didn't see anything particularly regal about me...
After seeing off the three women who had tried to chat me up, I couldn't help but call over the bartender from before and complain, "What's going on? Can these people even tell who I am?"
The bartender seemed to be suppressing a laugh: "Oh, sir, I suppose you must be new here?"
"Hmm...not bad."
"That explains it." The bartender said in a very respectful tone, "These women come here to pick up rich guys; they're all experienced. Although they can't see the invisible symbols on your mask, they can tell from some details that you're different from the other ordinary male guests here."
He then lowered his voice and said cautiously, "For example, your attire. This suit of yours, although you can't see any logos or brand labels… but these women are shrewd! They follow every issue of fashion magazines and know what the latest menswear from top brands looks like. And this suit of yours, just by looking at the cut and the quality, it's not ordinary stuff… and…" His gaze lingered on my wrist: "This Bulgari watch, worth at least tens of thousands of dollars, isn't something an ordinary male guest can afford. Although there are quite a few ordinary male guests here to pick up girls, those girls aren't fools. They can tell from a man's clothes whether he's genuinely rich or just pretending. Those girls just now came because of your expensive outfit; they have no idea who you are. For them, they're here to hook up with rich guys; who cares whether the guy is Tom Cruise or Tom Hanks?"
I couldn't help but chuckle, then after thinking for a moment, I simply took off the watch from my wrist, tossed it onto the bar, and said with a smile, "It's yours."
"..." The bartender looked at me in surprise.
I didn't care about any of that. I was in a bad mood tonight and came out to vent and have some fun. Although giving away a watch worth tens of thousands of dollars so casually was a bit too extravagant, money can't buy happiness, can it?
This kind of venting is better than going to fight the Gambino family.
I casually asked a waiter, went into a men's restroom, took off my Armani suit worth tens of thousands of dollars, and tossed it into the trash can. Although my shirt underneath was also very expensive, I pretended to wet it slightly, unbuttoned two buttons, and rolled up the sleeves a little. This made me look much more sloppy.
I then walked out of the hall again, this time through a corridor into another, even dimmer hall. In the center was a raised platform, surrounded by many men—yes, mostly men. Several steel pipes stood on the platform, and as I entered, loud, seductive music played. A voluptuous woman was performing a striptease on the platform.
As soon as I walked in, a waiter standing at the door immediately came to greet me. His gaze swept over the mask on my face—I knew he must have seen the hidden symbol on it. Then, without me saying anything, he directly selected a seat for me in the very front row.
I've seen striptease in China before, but the environment there is different from the Western world; everything is legal here.
Moreover, to paraphrase a classic movie line, "You think stripping is easy? Just being shameless is enough? Those strippers here all have solid dance skills!"
In short: professional!
Anyway, I came here tonight purely to relax. I sat in the front row and watched for a while. The first dancer was very professional and tall, clearly a woman of Scandinavian descent, with full breasts, long legs, and a waist that swayed like a water snake. The men below were whistling.
What really piqued my interest was the second part, where a pair of twin sisters appeared... These twin sisters looked very similar, although their figures and appearances were slightly inferior to the Nordic woman in front of them. But the fact that they were twin sisters was enough to arouse men's wicked thoughts.
Perhaps guided by the waiter, I noticed that the two dancers were seemingly intentionally or unintentionally flirting with me as they swayed. When the climax came, the two of them simply walked over. One of them stood on the platform in front of me and swayed. From my angle looking up, I could see every private part of her body very clearly. The other one simply sat on me and swayed.
This action did not arouse suspicion from others, because this is how strippers often sit—deliberately getting close to the audience in the front row and seducing them.
I also took out a few US dollar bills and casually slipped them into the edge of the girl's underwear, who was sitting in my lap.
The girl blew me a kiss and then drifted away, a gesture that made the people around her extremely jealous. However, her casual act of handing over a few hundred-dollar bills also attracted the attention of some people.
I sat for a few more minutes, but then I got bored and left.
As I came out, a waiter greeted me and said with a low laugh, "Mr. Chen, your membership has been registered. Mr. Clooney's party in the members' area has already started. Would you like to join us?"
He paused for a moment, then continued, "Mr. Clooney already knows you're here. He strongly invited you to the party, but since there are several other distinguished guests inside, it's inconvenient for him to come out and invite you personally, so he asked me to do it..."
I thought about it and figured I was here to have some fun tonight anyway. So I didn't refuse and just followed him inside.
Later I learned that the owner of the house had learned of my visit from the waiter and immediately gave me a membership... Normally, to register a membership here, you have to pay a membership fee of one million US dollars.
This favor is not insignificant.
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I followed the waiter through several corridors and then into a large door guarded by several Black security guards. Every waiter I encountered along the way bowed and nodded respectfully, stepping aside to let me pass. I couldn't help but feel very pleased with the club's ingenious design.
Indeed, this invisible paint marking prevents others from recognizing me, yet allows the staff to identify me at a glance—it's a really satisfying feeling. Although I know this equipment must have cost a fortune, I'm confident that such thoughtful and meticulous service will bring this club a large number of wealthy clients!
After walking through a corridor that resembled a crystal maze, I pushed open a large, diamond-cut door and arrived at the VIP area.
At first glance, the place here is slightly smaller than the outside, and the decoration is not as flashy. However, some subtle embellishments reveal an extraordinary taste.
The people here no longer need to wear masks. I took off my mask and handed it to the waiter beside me. Looking around, I saw that about half of the people here were acquaintances, and many of them were people I had been through the hostage crisis with.
As soon as I walked in, I saw a strikingly handsome middle-aged man, exuding an indescribable mature charm. He was holding a cigar and walking towards me with a warm smile. It was none other than George Clooney, once voted Hollywood's sexiest mature man. He greeted me with a hug as if we were old friends, then laughed, "Oh, dear Chen, I didn't expect you to be a member here... but why didn't I know before?"
I smiled and said, "This is my first time here tonight."
I had met George at several parties before, so I was fairly familiar with this famous Hollywood playboy.
"Alright, luckily you didn't miss any exciting shows." George grabbed my arm and pulled me inside, laughing as we walked. "Hey, the Lakers cheerleaders will be here soon. You can meet lots of hot girls here tonight!"
Wow, this is definitely a celebrity party! They even brought the Lakers' cheerleading squad. Everyone knows that among all the NBA teams, the Lakers, being so close to Hollywood, have the most attractive cheerleading squads.
As I walked further in, my eyes suddenly lit up! I saw a familiar face!
Tall and slender, dressed in a tailored suit, with an Asian face, handsome and elegant, who else could it be but Li Wenjing?
Li Wenjing was standing to the side talking quietly with a white man when he saw me walking towards him and he was taken aback.
Then, at the same time, we both couldn't help but show a bit of embarrassment.
Meeting under these circumstances was quite unexpected.
George, oblivious to our awkward relationship, simply pulled me over enthusiastically and pointed at Li Wenjing, laughing, "This is Li, a guy who knows everything about picking up girls. Whether it's playing cards or tasting wine, I doubt there's anything in this world he can't do... Oh, of course, except for having children." George winked.
Li Wenjing and I exchanged a slight smile, neither of us saying anything, just shaking hands.
When George introduced the white man, his expression became much more serious. He took a deep breath and dropped his joking tone: "This is one of the shareholders here. The person we're standing here with is one of the founders. I think you really should get to know him. Mr. Rothschild."
“Hello, I am Martin Rothschild.” The white man looked at me with a reserved smile and then extended his hand.
His appearance was not outstanding, even quite ordinary; he had brown hair, a square face, deep-set eyes, blue eyes, a high nose, and thin lips. Yet, every glance and gesture of his exuded the natural air of an aristocratic nobleman.
This kind of temperament cannot be achieved through simple pretense; rather, it requires long-term, even early-age, cultivation to achieve such a natural and effortless quality!
And... the Rothschilds?!
This incredibly prestigious surname sent a chill down my spine!
I didn't show it on my face, but instead shook hands with him casually: "Hello, I'm Chen Yang."
Martin Rothschild smiled and said, "Oh, Chen, I think you don't need to introduce yourself. If I want to know about you, I can just flip through the latest issue of Time magazine. When it comes to fame, you're the most famous person in this room right now."
He was joking around and winking at me, seemingly very friendly.
I gave him a polite reply, but I was still wondering in my heart if he was a member of the famous Rothschild family, judging from his name.
In the United States, the Rothschild family is a force to be reckoned with, almost like God!
Part Two: The Road to Success, Chapter 174: A Matter of Principle
The Rothschild family is a name that is probably unfamiliar to most ordinary people. In the age of mass media, people's attention is likely only drawn to illustrious names like "Rockefeller" or "Morgan."
In fact, beyond the sight of the general public, this legendary family name is the terrifying giant that has controlled the economic lifeline of this planet for nearly two centuries!
Without going into too much detail, just two examples are enough to illustrate how terrifying this family is: