Passing through the intricately carved bronze partition door at the end of the corridor, they did not enter a closed space, but arrived at an open VIP seating area.
Semi-open partitions, rich in texture, were lined up in sequence.
These areas, enclosed by brass railings and crystal curtains, were not private rooms but VIP booths facing the dance floor.
They could both isolate some of the crowding and take in the vibrant atmosphere of the nightlife.
The booths were dimly lit, with warm golden spotlights outlining the contours of the leather sofas.
Massive crystal chandeliers refracted fragmented light.
The rich aroma of expensive cigars and single malt whiskey wafted through the air.
Wang Congcong leaned against the armrest of the sofa, a Cuban cigar held between his fingers, burning with a crimson tip.
He didn't lift his head when he heard the movement.
Until he caught sight of Qin Fen and a group of people accompanying Jiang Cheng into the booth.
The fingers holding the cigar suddenly froze, and the ash sprinkled onto the custom Persian rug.
He Youjun, sitting opposite him, was swirling the amber liquid in a stemmed glass.
Seeing this, he immediately placed the wine glass on the coffee table, the bottom of the glass hitting the surface with a crisp sound.
Qi Yuan, who was seated furthest inside, was originally looking down, scrolling on his phone.
After hearing the commotion, he looked up, and the moment his eyes met Jiang Cheng's.
His entire person seemed to have hit a start button.
Almost simultaneously as he sprang up, he casually moved the limited-edition designer toy from the adjacent sofa onto the floor.
Wang Zheng and Chen Hao also stood up.
"Brother Cheng! We finally waited for you!" Wang Congcong was the first to break the silence, casually extinguishing his cigar in the crystal ashtray.
Before he finished speaking, He Youjun had already hurried forward, familiarly patting Jiang Cheng's back, his tone carrying a hint of exaggerated warmth: "Qin Fen was just spamming the group chat, saying you were stuck in traffic. We've been talking about you non-stop."
The sequence of actions by the three men was dazzlingly fast.
The VIP booth they were in was originally the spot with the best view on the entire floor.
The private space outlined by the brass railings and crystal curtains naturally attracted attention.
Although everyone was unclear about Qi Yuan's identity.
But Wang Congcong and He Youjun were representatives of the Second-generation rich, constantly making tabloid headlines.
Two figures in the Shanghai Second-generation rich circle, who could shake the business world with a stomp of their feet, all stood up in unison.
That display immediately attracted all surrounding attention.
Several Internet Celebrities and models in the adjacent booths subconsciously stopped their actions while playing dice.
Their rhinestone-studded fingernails were still in the posture of shaking the dice cup.
Originally, everyone's target tonight was Wang Congcong, who was wearing a limited-edition Richard Mille.
But now, all eyes were staring intently at Jiang Cheng.
In the scattered booths in the corners, many young men and women wearing trendy brands also pulled out their phones.
The cameras, pretending to take selfies, were actually aimed at the VIP area.
Someone said, "See that? That's Wang Congcong and He Youjun, right? Who is that guy next to them? Who can make Young Master Qin follow him around like he's serving an ancestor?"
"I don't know, but look at how the manager is bowing and scraping..."
A companion licked their lips, their tone full of admiration, "He's probably from some invisible top-tier wealthy family. Never seen him in the circle before."
After all, according to the rules of nightlife in Shanghai, an individual who can make core figures of the top circles—Wang, He, Qin, and Wang—all rise to greet him simultaneously, represents an incalculable amount of power.
This scene was like a giant rock thrown into a calm lake, spreading layer upon layer of ripples in the night of the "M1NT" bar.
After the few people exchanged greetings, Wu Quan, Sun Zhisheng, and Zhao Cheng also immediately and respectfully greeted Jiang Cheng.
"Brother Cheng, thank you for inviting us tonight."
After Wu Quan finished speaking, Sun Zhisheng and Zhao Cheng also spoke with grateful expressions: "Thank you, Brother Cheng."
In reality, if Jiang Cheng hadn't invited them.
With so many Second-generation rich present today, the three of them actually preferred not to come.
After all, their circles were different, and socializing was troublesome.
The reason the three of them invited Qin Fen for drinks last time was simply because people their age enjoyed driving supercars.
Qin Fen is currently the President of SSCC, which is why the three of them arranged to drink with him.
After all, they usually had to borrow racetracks to drive around.
It was during that time that they coincidentally met Jiang Cheng.
Jiang Cheng smiled upon hearing this.
"What are you laughing at? Thank you for the last time. I promised to buy you guys drinks."
After speaking, Jiang Cheng said to the others: "Then let me take care of the arrangements tonight. None of you try to steal the bill from me."
After he said this, everyone was very respectful.
Qi Yuan immediately pulled Jiang Cheng to sit in the center seat of the booth, and then sat down right next to Jiang Cheng himself.
"Brother Cheng is still the most generous. I won't be polite then. I love sponging off people the most."
Wang Congcong followed up: "Qi Yuan, does anyone not know you like to sponge off others? You had to specifically mention it."
Hearing this, Jiang Cheng immediately waved his hand: "Ah, I didn't know about this. This is the first time I've heard such a thing!?"
After Jiang Cheng finished speaking, Wang Zheng was the first to react, immediately synchronizing with Jiang Cheng and raising his hands to show his innocence.
"I didn't know either. I am innocent..."