Clubhouse, in fact, translates to the meaning of club, but it is more tasteful to call it so.

At this time, Yan Murong and his party had already taken off their cleanliness and soaked in the luxuriously decorated bath.

"Yan Shao, this is not as good as our old bathhouse in Yanjing." Ma Jie looked around and said with a disdainful expression. This kid is also the number one person in Yanjing, but he is far worse than Yan Murong and Ning Kun, but in the eyes of those second-rate and third-rate sons, he is obviously an unattainable existence.

"Indeed, it's too deserted here." Yan Murong said with a smile.

"What the hell are we going to do?" Ning Kun leaned over and asked strangely.

At first, he thought that Yan Murong was here to smash the field, but it didn't seem like that, not only did he not smash the field, but he also spent 200,000 yuan to let the lobby manager accompany him to chat, which made him even more foggy.

"Entertainment." Yan Murong smiled and swam around the waist-deep pool with interest before speaking. "By the way, let's smash the field - your intelligence is still not good, you only found out that Ming Junli often comes here, but you didn't find out that he is still a shareholder here, right?"

"He's a shareholder here?" Ning Kun was stunned, he really hadn't found out about this. But on second thought, if you can find out, why do you have to ask me to find out?

"One minority shareholder." Yan Murong said. "He took five percent of the dry shares."

After taking a shower and resting in the lounge for a while, a group of people got dressed and were led by the waiter to the entertainment area on the third floor of the clubhouse.

As soon as she got out of the elevator, Ren Yafang was already waiting there.

At this time, Ren Yafang had already changed out of her professional clothes, put on a white knee-length dress, and her hair was lowered and draped casually over her shoulders, which looked particularly beautiful - it's just that Yan Murong really has no interest in the child's mother, and even if he is interested, he is only interested in his son's mother.

"Cheque received?" Yan Murong asked with a smile.

"Thanks, got it." The corners of Ren Yafang's mouth turned up slightly, thought about it, and added. "However, I will only chat and drink with you."

"You've said it a third time." ――

The box is large and luxuriously decorated. There was a thick woolen carpet on the floor, and an antique crystal chandelier overhead, but the lamp was not fully turned on at this time, only two dim lights were used for lighting. Around the ceiling are all kinds of neon signs, and if someone sings and dances, the lights will be turned on, and the effect is no less than that of those stars in concerts.

Near the window, there is a large semi-circular leather sofa in front of a coffee table filled with a variety of fruit bowls and high-end wines.

At this time, the window was covered by curtains, and through Ren Yafang's introduction, Yan Murong knew that as long as the curtains were opened, they could see a corner of West Lake.

"Sir, I don't know your name yet, can you tell me if it's convenient?" Ren Yafang looked at Yan Murong and asked.

"My surname is Yan." Yan Murong said with a smile, only saying his surname, but not his name.

"Swallow's swallow?"

"That's right, you can call me Xiaoyan, don't come to Mr. Come, it sounds awkward." Yan Murong said jokingly. "In our north, the word sir means the most wronged - you don't want to sell us some bars that are more expensive than oil?"

"What did Yan Shao say?" Ren Yafang smiled slightly, and her smile showed the gentleness of a Jiangnan woman. Although Yan Murong asked her not to call him Mr., she had been in this business for a long time, and naturally knew that she definitely couldn't call him Xiaoyan directly according to what he said.

This title Yan Murong is acceptable, looked at Ren Yafang and said. "Find a few people for me to talk to."

"Okay, wait a minute." Ren Yafang walked out of the box after answering, and after a while, several beautiful young beauties rushed in, and suddenly, there was a whistle in the box.

Yan Murong smiled helplessly, these guys are well-known in Yan Kyoto, as long as they open their mouths, those female stars who want to be famous will rush up to them, and they are so excited to see these girls who only sell their arts and do not sell their bodies, it is all just a scene.

Three treasures for men, wallets and mobile phones to play crazy - these three things are indispensable for every man to go out at night.

Although these box princesses are good-looking, they have not yet reached the point where they are hungry and do not choose to eat, and they are all in order, just chatting, drinking and singing, occasionally touching their little hands and hugging their small waists to take advantage of a little advantage, and they have not done anything out of the ordinary.

"Yan Shao, this is your first time coming to Suzhou and Hangzhou?" Ren Yafang looked at Yan Murong and asked softly, at this time, Yan Murong was listening intently to a box princess standing in front of her singing a song "It's a pity it's not you" with an affectionate face, and when she heard Ren Yafang's voice, she turned her head.

"It's not the first time I've come to Suzhou and Hangzhou, but it's the first time I've come to the West Lake Club."

"Then you've come to the right place." Ren Yafang said with a smile. "Although the West Lake Club is not as good as some clubs in Yanjing, it is long and short, and a place has the characteristics of a place.

"That's right." Yan Murong nodded approvingly. "It is said that Qingxi Lake is not as good as Yuxi Lake, and Yuxi Lake is not as good as Night West Lake, if it can rain a little now, I will have eyes."

"Hey, I'll ask you about someone." Yan Murong said suddenly.

"Inquiring about someone?" Ren Yafang was stunned for a moment and asked. "Who?"

"Do you know Ming Junli?" Yan Murong asked. "I've heard you're a regular here."

"Ming Junli?" Ren Yafang thought about it carefully and shook her head. "I don't know, I have an impression of the frequent visitors to the West Lake Club, but I don't seem to have heard the name you said."

"Don't recognize?" Yan Murong frowned and said. "If you think about it, he's about the same height as me, and he's pretty handsome—oh, but not as handsome as I am. Those who came back from the United States are said to be top students in business schools and law schools. "How's that, do you have an impression?" Looking at Ren Yafang, who was frowning and thinking, Yan Murong asked.

"I seem to be a little impressed." Ren Yafang asked. "Is he also from Yanjing?"

"Yes." Yan Murong said. "Think slowly, tell me when you think about it, and forget it if you can't think of it."

"I remember." Ren Yafang thought for a while, and then suddenly said. "There is indeed this person in the clubhouse, but he is not a guest, he is one of our bosses here, I don't know what his name is, but everyone here calls him young master."