Jiang Cheng grinned. "That orange Richard Mille on your wrist isn't bad either."
Lü Chengwen replied, "I heard this model's been the rage in clubs lately. The Young Ladies go wild when they see it, so I grabbed one to spice things up tonight."
Fu Yang turned to look, intrigued. "Haven't paid much attention to that piece. What'd it cost you?"
Seeing Fu Yang's interest, Lü Chengwen handed the watch over.
"Mine's this month's pickup—mclaren collab, 2018 release, 500 worldwide. 180k Swiss francs; after tax about 2.35 million. Can't compare with the ten-million-Patek on Jiang Cheng's wrist."
At the mention, Shen An chimed in, "First time I met Brother Cheng he was wearing a Richard Mille too—white RM056, I think."
Lü Chengwen raised an eyebrow.
"RM056? That's yours?"
When Jiang Cheng nodded, Lü Chengwen went on, "The dealer talked up that RM056 when I bought this mclaren limited. It's the most famous piece—last auction at Aman went for 18 million. You were the buyer?"
"Yep, happened to be staying at Aman; liked the look of it, so I bid."
"Yeah, I was at Aman Hotel and took an instant liking—felt destined—so I snapped it up without hesitation," Jiang Cheng said casually.
All three listeners arched their brows in surprise.
To truly wealthy Second-generation rich, dropping eight figures on a hypercar is nothing.
Watches, though, are a different story.
A ¥100k piece barely registers.
¥300–400k? Buy on a whim.
Multi-million? They'll pause.
Tens of millions? That demands serious thought.
Lü Chengwen sighed, "Eighteen million could open two more restaurants for me on Hong Kong Island—serious money."
The moment he finished, the Atmosphere Group Young Ladies not seated beside Jiang Cheng swiveled like magnets.
Envious eyes zeroed in on the girl next to him.
One bolder beauty slid closer, voice syrupy. "Young Master Jiang, is that watch really worth millions? Let me see, pretty please?"
"Sure, why not—take a look."
As he moved to unstrap it,
the girl caught his wrist.
"No need, I just wanted to hold your hand and peek at such an expensive watch."
The sudden flirt caught Jiang Cheng off guard.
Gotta hand it to an Atmosphere Group Young Lady.
Shen An burst out laughing.
He teased,
"Smart move—keep holding Brother Cheng's hand. This piece costs way more than that 18-million one; chip it and you'll belong to him."
The joke made Jiang Cheng clamp a protective hand over his watch.
"No way—break the watch and it can be fixed, but my chastity is priceless and must stay intact!"
Everyone roared with laughter.
Even the older Fu Yang couldn't stop grinning,
thinking this kid was a riot.
"Young Master Jiang, now I'm even more excited."
"Who knew you were so pure."
Objectively, Shen An had picked well—the Atmosphere Group Young Ladies' charm averaged a solid eighty.
Trouble was,
foundation thick enough to plaster walls.
To keep his mood intact,
Jiang Cheng left his Character Scanning System off.
Amid banter and laughter, the great divine dragon made its entrance.
Lights blazed, turning the dim floor into a blazing stage.
Shen An ordered every bottle cracked open.
They drank, watched the girls dance, and soaked up the vibe.
Fu Yang smiled first. "I hear you drive a pagani Zonda HP—into hypercars?"
Jiang Cheng nodded. "A bit. Not as hardcore as the fanatics in your club."
Lü Chengwen added, "You know the strict rules for his place? I started one too—looser, just for fun; his is pro."