"Young Master Jiang, the great divine dragon single sets you ordered are 108,000 yuan each; five sets come to 540,000 yuan. Our bar offers bottle-keeping—whatever you don't finish can be tagged for your next visit."
Jiang Cheng knew Manager Zhang had deliberately announced the price to give him face.
Ordering sky-high liquor like this was, after all, part of tonight's spectacle.
He waved a hand, casual yet generous: "No need to keep the bottles—open them all."
"Coming right up! Young Master Jiang's generosity is unmatched!" Manager Zhang answered at once, his smile ever more obsequious.
"I'll have someone open them immediately. And sir, since you've ordered five top-tier great divine dragon sets—the biggest tab this month—the boss insisted that, apart from these bottles, all cocktails, soft drinks, fresh fruit, and snacks for your table are on the house. Just say the word and we'll keep them coming."
Jiang Cheng lifted a brow and smiled: "Much appreciated."
"Our pleasure, our pleasure!" Manager Zhang bowed, turned, and called the servers over, personally taking a dedicated corkscrew in hand.
With soft pops, one bottle of Hennessy Richard after another was opened; amber liquid slid slowly into crystal glasses, the rich aroma instantly filling the air.
The DJ, quick on the uptake, switched to a harder-hitting classic dance track.
Spotlights lingered on Jiang Cheng's table for a dozen seconds, drawing every eye in the club.
The booth's atmosphere peaked, becoming the most eye-catching focal point in the entire bar.
Guests in neighboring booths had long been attracted by the commotion; many craned their necks for a look.
A few regulars even sent servers to ask who had placed the order.
After Jiang Cheng spoke, Wang Congcong and the guys were unfazed—they were used to his extravagance.
The girls who'd come tonight, however, all gasped.
"Sss—"
Wang Yao and Lin Xi, who'd been sitting beside Jiang Cheng, cried out so loudly it was almost misleading.
He could sum their performance up in one word: professional.
Once every bottle was opened, Jiang Cheng lifted his crystal glass and raised it to the crowd: "All right, they're open—raise your glasses and enjoy tonight!"
At his words the group responded at once; glasses clinked with a crisp ring.
"Cheers!"
After the guys downed their first round, Jiang Cheng turned to the two girls.
"Ah, Young Master Jiang, you're incredible—more than half a million opened just like that. A scene like this ranks top-tier in all of Shanghai's nightlife," Wang Yao cooed, leaning past Si Qing to look at him.
She snapped a photo of the bottle array and giggled: "Gotta post this to my moments, low-key brag and let them see Young Master Jiang's style."
Lin Xi nodded, voice soft: "It even smells different. A toast to you—to our friendship!"
The two stood, glasses in hand, and moved beside him; Jiang Cheng clinked and took a sip.
Wang Yao tasted hers and her eyes lit up: "So smooth—no wonder it's counted among Shanghai's best."
Lin Xi nodded repeatedly: "I'm literally trembling from Young Master Jiang's generosity…"
Wang Yao teased at once: "Trembling where?"
Lin Xi's gaze flicked to Jiang Cheng, tone flirtatious: "I'm not telling you—I'm saving that for Young Master Jiang tonight."
Her words stabbed like a fine needle into Si Qing and Si Nian's hearts.
Si Qing's fingers tightened on her glass, knuckles whitening, a flash of anger in her eyes.
Both sisters looked instinctively at Jiang Cheng.
They knew a man like him would always attract eager women, yet such blatant seduction still left them suffocated.
But they also knew this was Shanghai's top club, the table full of Second-generation rich and heavyweights.
In places like this, women were mere ornaments.
If they lost their composure they'd be called petty and make Jiang Cheng lose face.
As the girlfriend he'd brought along, every move reflected on him—how could she slip over something so small?
Truthfully, Jiang Cheng was surprised by Wang Yao and Lin Xi's boldness—he hadn't expected them to be this sultry.
Yet their antics worked beautifully, a god-level assist.
Seeing him rub his nose and shrug, the two sisters edged closer, one on each side, quietly staking their claim.
Feeling the soft press of the two "big suction cups," Jiang Cheng's smile deepened.
Clinks fading, Wang Yao and Lin Xi slid into the empty seats flanking Si Qing.
Their heavy perfume clashed with the faint gardenia scent on Si Qing and Si Nian.
After a few rounds Qi Yuan swirled the remnants in his glass.
"Cheng, we've got a surprise for you."
Jiang Cheng, mid-sip, raised a brow.
He recalled the time they'd chipped in ten million and donated it to his university in his name.
"A surprise? Which kind of shock are we talking about?"
"Bro, you're toxic!" Wang Congcong protested, setting down his phone and clearing his throat. "We planned to give it on your birthday next week, but you're heading to Beijing soon and we might not see you."
Reading the cue, Jiang Cheng nodded: "True, my mom always spends my birthday with me—won't have time then."
Wang Congcong grinned: "Exactly, so we're giving it tonight before things get complicated."
As he finished, He Youjun pulled a gold-embossed document from a folder behind him.
And handed it to Jiang Cheng.
The booth fell silent.
The girls dropped their banter, eyes fixed on the evidently valuable papers.
He Youjun offered the file with a smile.
"Bro, thanks for everything. We pitched in and had a yacht custom-built for you—paperwork complete, your name 'Cheng' worked into the design. She's called the 'Lan Cheng' and she's all yours."