After realizing the porsche was gone, Jiang Cheng told Zhou Hong to bring the lamborghini reventón over.
Last time, Wang Congcong introduced Jiang Cheng to his dealership and he bought three cars there.
The bentley continental had already been shipped back to Chengdu by Jiang Cheng.
But Jiang Cheng's lamborghini reventón and Qiao Yinyin's porsche 911 had stayed at the sales center.
Soon the group reached the underground garage.
The lamborghini reventón led the way, Qi Yuan's Ferrari right behind.
Today Qin Fen had even brought out his ferrari laferrari—something he rarely did.
Usually the car just sat in the garage.
He only drove it for special events or sports-car-club meets; otherwise it never left the garage.
Even Wang Congcong, who always traveled in his rolls-royce, had taken out his porsche 918.
Wang Zheng and Chen Hao again brought up the rear in their bugatti and mclaren.
Six head-turning super-cars in a line, roaring down the street like flashy street punks.
The thunderous rumble made every pedestrian along the road turn and stare.
Even in Modu, where luxury cars swarm, a line-up like this was a rare sight.
"Damn, what's going on today? Did the Super Car Club roll out?"
"Probably rentals—you can grab plenty on the apps for ten grand a day."
"Bro, ever seen a rented lamborghini reventón, a LaFerrari, or a 918? Check those plate numbers!"
"Holy crap, six cars with triple-digit lucky plates—how do you even rent those?"
When Jiang Cheng's convoy reached the Bund Bar, the manager was already waiting at the door.
Though their social status wasn't sky-high yet, their spending power already made them VIP customers.
The roar of the super-cars instantly drew every flashy kid outside the club.
Phones shot up as everyone started recording.
Wang Congcong stepped out, grinning. "Gotta say, after that thunder-lap I suddenly feel eighteen again."
"Bro Wang, I told you to join our club—sign up and you'll shave off a few years, sometimes even feel like a street punk again."
"Cut it out; racing's your thing, not mine."
Seeing Wang Congcong wasn't interested, Qin Fen turned to Jiang Cheng and Qi Yuan: "You two game? Jiang Cheng, if that Reventón joins, it'll be the crown jewel."
"What club?" Qi Yuan asked, intrigued.
Qi Yuan's interest lit Qin Fen up; he pulled them toward the door. "Come inside and we'll talk."
The manager smoothly ushered them through the VIP entrance.
The spectacle made the crowd queuing outside green with envy.
A club worships money—if you've got it, you don't wait in line.
The manager respectfully led them to the best booth inside.
Though Wang Congcong was the most famous, the seating showed the manager had spotted Jiang Cheng's special standing.
Rubbing his hands, the manager beamed: "Good evening, gentlemen, I'm Lin Bin."
A single great divine dragon set meant a 5,000-yuan commission for him.
These big brothers would order at least one set each.
To them, the group looked like walking RMB.
Wang Congconc waved: "Order whatever you like, bros."
Qin Fen grinned: "Since Brother Wang's paying, we need several great divine dragons."
It was Wang Zheng and Chen Hao's first club night with Wang Congcong, but after a few meals together they felt at ease.
They chimed: "Then we won't be polite—let's make Brother Wang's wallet cry."
Wang Congcong laughed: "No worries, I can take it—but once you order, don't collapse after two shots."
"Jiang Cheng, come on, order hard—let's get them all under the table tonight."
He patted Lin Bin's shoulder: "Three great divine dragons first, skip the promo girls; I've called some Girls over—go outside and bring them in."
Hearing the three sets, Lin Bin's eyes flashed; he bowed: "Right away, Mr. Wang, I'll arrange it."
Soon Lin Bin returned with a flock of fashionably dressed Girls.
Leading them was a minor Internet Celebrity named Dou-er; Jiang Cheng remembered she was one of Wang Congcong's girlfriends.
Dou-er trotted over with a sweet smile. "Brother Wang, these are the sisters I brought."
Wang Congcong ruffled her hair. "These are my brothers—say hi to Brother Jiang, Brother Qi, Brother Qin, Brother Wang, and Brother Chen."
Every Girl present could read the room; the order of introduction told them who ranked where.
Jiang Cheng scanned the fresh batch of Internet Celebrities—no wonder they call Wang Congcong the "influencer harvester."
Besides Dou-er, several other Girls looked pretty good too.
To avoid a mismatch of white up top and black down below, Jiang Cheng activated the Character Scanning System on the dozen Girls.
The scan showed every Girl had a privacy score of at least three.
The highest record was twenty-two, and that Girl was already in Wang Zheng's arms.
Jiang Cheng shot Wang Zheng a sympathetic glance.
He wondered whether he should warn him.
The guy truly deserved the title "Black-ear Harvester."
While Jiang Cheng's crew were partying hard, Wen Ang walked straight to the booth next door.
Passing by he spotted Jiang Cheng and Wang Congcong and changed course toward them.
Wen Ang greeted them on his own initiative.
The group stared, baffled by his sudden appearance.
Seeing they didn't remember him, Wen Ang swallowed his irritation and politely explained.
He was the blind-date partner of An Xin they'd met at the Peace Hotel last time.
But after the explanation their response turned even cooler.
They all knew An Xin was into Jiang Cheng.
Though Wen Ang's family background was solid, they were currently tight with Jiang Cheng.
Before Jiang Cheng made a choice, they wouldn't take the initiative to befriend Wen Ang.
They merely said hello and didn't invite him to drink.
Wen Ang, still tactful, left on his own.
Although Wang Congcong and Qi Yuan had powerful backgrounds, a well-connected family like Wen Ang's wouldn't stoop to fawn over them.
Before leaving, Wen Ang glanced at Jiang Cheng.
As Wen Ang walked toward the premium booth, Jiang Cheng's keen ears caught: "Seeing him reminded me—almost forgot. How's Annie you're watching? Find a way to get rid of her."
"Understood, young master. The kid hasn't gone out lately; our guys are on her. We'll move the moment there's a chance."
Jiang Cheng frowned at Wen Ang. Did that mean "remove the child, keep the mother"?