Jiang Cheng seized the moment to throw an arm around Qi Yuan. "Enough of the gloom, let's drop it. Come on, Brother Wang—let's drink."
Wang Congcong frowned, annoyed that the conversation had been cut short.
He couldn't tell whether Jiang Cheng was just shooting the breeze or had really spotted the next big investment wave.
But from his own analysis, the market was what it was; every play he could think of was already in motion.
Could Jiang Cheng possibly outdo him?
Watching Jiang Cheng's back, Wang Congconc decided he was definitely over-thinking it.
With that thought he shook his head, wrapped an arm round his companion, and started swaying to the beat.
Jiang Cheng, arm still round Qi Yuan, began dancing to the music as well.
The moment their chat ended, Jenny made a beeline for Jiang Cheng again.
"Young Master Jiang, thanks for the tip just now."
She didn't fully grasp what he'd meant, but that didn't stop her finding an excuse to strike up conversation.
After all, Wang Congcong had already picked a partner; Jiang Cheng was her second target tonight.
Seeing Jenny approach again, Jiang Cheng swept her into his arms.
Under the club lights the two began grinding in intimate proximity.
Feeling the G-cup pandas pressed against him, Jiang Cheng felt little Gil turning a deeper shade of purple.
The whole group lost themselves to the club's electronic beats.
An hour or so later, with everyone nicely buzzed,
Qi Yuan, an arm round each of two Girls, asked Jiang Cheng, "Brother Jiang, I'm heading to the Bund with them later—want to book a suite there? The view's not bad."
Jiang Cheng glanced at the pair beside Qi Yuan; the guy sure knew how to play—calling two at once.
But he'd already run the club's Girls through his favorability scanner.
The numbers weren't huge; those with low counts lacked looks, while the stunners came with higher tallies.
After weighing the pros and cons, Jiang Cheng decided to play it safe.
Why settle for fast food when single-count beauties like Qiao Yinyin, Wang Yuyan or Yu Xiaoxiao were on the menu?
Fast food is fine when you're starving and indiscriminate.
Jiang Cheng, however, was anything but hungry right now.
The reason he'd summoned Qiao Yinyin had nothing to do with the hotpot tease at noon that had left him craving her body—
he'd been drinking and she was a pro driver; waste not, want not.
Better a familiar chauffeur; later she could give him a proper rub-down and help him unwind.
Jiang Cheng shook his head. "No thanks, I've got a driver coming."
Qi Yuan glanced at the pouting Jenny beside Jiang Cheng and grinned. "Driver—male or female? If it's a woman, keep your guard up. These days female drivers can get pretty handsy."
"Hmm? How so?" Jiang Cheng asked, curious.
Qi Yuan's face darkened. "A buddy of mine once booked a driver. Know what happened? The fare was fifty-nine yuan—he ended up paying ten thousand and fifty-nine."
"What happened—blackmail?" Jiang Cheng was baffled.
"Alcohol screws your judgment. You know—one thing led to another. And she made the first move."
Jiang Cheng nodded instantly. "What did that driver even look like for that to happen?"
"You two leaving?" Wang Congcong walked over with a woman in tow.
"Pretty much. I've got a female driver coming; Qi Yuan's warning me to be careful," Jiang Cheng said.
Wang Congconc suddenly seemed to remember something and burst out laughing.
"You should watch out. This guy got fleeced for ten grand by a female driver last time—didn't even have enough on him and had to call me."
Jiang Cheng instantly caught the picture and laughed. "So it was you footing the bill, not some 'friend'?"
Qi Yuan realized the jig was up and chuckled sheepishly. "I was wasted. Only had nine-odd thousand in change and she insisted on ten."
Recalling it still made Qi Yuan wince.
Jiang Cheng teased the two Girls under Qi Yuan's arms. "Take notes tonight, ladies."
"We will, Young Master Jiang," they giggled.
Right then Qiao Yinyin arrived—just as Jiang Cheng's hand, draped over Jenny, happened to rest on a strategic spot.
Qiao Yinyin took in Booth 1: three guys, a dozen striking Girls. Her lips curled and her brows knitted slightly.