Reaching the age of thirty, my income randomly doubled

By the time Chang Fu arrived, it was already 8:30 PM.

At this hour, the bar wasn't at its liveliest, and the top DJ hadn't taken the stage yet.

However, several stunning ladies had already shown up at the bar.

"Old Chen, you really are my savior. Without your call, Yang Qian definitely wouldn't have let me come out."

Chang Fu had put on quite a bit of weight, nearly reaching 200 kg.

"I just decided to come over for some fun on a whim."

Yang Changwen, Hu Lin, brother-in-law Xiao Ping'an, Peng Yu, and Yang Kang had all arrived too.

Everyone found a place to sit.

Bars in the nineties were actually karaoke lounges, also known as dance halls.

Karaoke has since been phased out, replaced by livelier bars.

Fan Xiuqi came over again to ask if we wanted to call over some girls.

What's the fun in a bar with just a bunch of guys? We need beauties, after all.

There's really no need; whether it's Chang Fu, or Yang Changwen and his aunt's internet celebrity management company.

They've got loads of internet-famous beauties.

Of course, we shouldn't call the ones from our own company, it's more impressive to pick someone up from the dance floor.

When the beautiful DJ took the stage, the atmosphere reached its climax.

Even cousin Peng Yu was thrilled, not because Nai Li was exceptionally beautiful, but because he thought she'd be the perfect spokesperson for himself.

Imagine, having a beautiful DJ endorse your sexy lingerie.

Air-hostess outfits, the Black Cat Sheriff, whip-wielding heroines; his lingerie would sell off the charts.

Peng Yu boldly shared his ideas out loud, earning praise from Chang Fu for his creativity.

Everybody's here to see beauties, and you're here marketing lingerie?

You deserve to make a fortune!

"If you've got an idea, go for it."

Chang Fu patted him on the shoulder, encouraging him to go talk to DJ Nai Li.

This guy wants to hire internet celebrities to model lingerie, just talk to Old Chen about it.

Old Chen is the pioneer of internet celebrities.

It's possible that Nai Li is under Teng You Media.

Peng Yu really mustered up his courage to invite her, but alas, Nai Li was too hot— an image of pure moonlight, dancing seductively on the DJ stage, how could anyone say no?

Peng Yu could only hang back in the crowd, hoping to chat privately with Nai Li, which would start with ordering several bottles of Ace of Spades.

Just then, the bar screen displayed a few dazzling words.

"Mr. Wang reserves 12 bottles of Ace of Spades."

More than ten ladies in black stockings held up signs for him, creating a scene as if all the expenses were on Mr. Zhao.

"Old Chen, you should have met this Mr. Wang, right?"

"Of course, I've met him. He was my classmate from my Capital City CEO class, always a flamboyant one!"

"He's pretty rich!"

"His dad is Old Wang, even a skinny camel is bigger than a horse; they have a couple of billion at home."

"No wonder!"

Chang Fu couldn't really comment anymore; everyone knows about Old Wang, who has been constantly selling assets to survive.

The old man is like this, yet his only son remains carefree.

Fan Xiuqi wanted to run upstairs to watch the excitement; Mr. Wang, the most famous character in the nightlife scene.

Unparalleled, each visit accompanied by a few small internet celebrities.

Extremely pretty ones. It's said that wherever he goes, business there will be good.

Consumption is particularly high, too.

Peng Yu came back looking disappointed; he couldn't invite the beautiful DJ, someone had already asked her upstairs to drink by offering more than a dozen bottles of Ace of Spades.

With little money, he could only sit down and watch others in their miniskirts.

Yang Changwen chuckled, "I tell you cousin, why are you looking so down? Since she went upstairs, you might as well call her to drink a couple of rounds."

"Where do I have the spending power for that?"

"You might not, but Old Chen does."

Yang Changwen took him along to find Nai Li; this Mr. Wang or whoever, at best is just a rich second generation.

His dad might be able to sit at the same table as Old Chen, but as for him, he's a bit lower in status.

How could Peng Yu heed his reckless suggestion? He'd rather wait downstairs than to offend someone.

By nature, he's cautious and careful, not wanting to stir up trouble.

When he couldn't hold it any longer and rushed to the restroom, he hurried and accidentally bumped into someone.

Peng Yu looked up, and it was none other than the beautiful DJ.

"You're Nai Li, I'm Peng Yu. I'd like to invite you to model for my sexy lingerie."

"Are you sick?"

Nai Li could hardly tolerate that. His words sounded more like: "You are pretty, I'm giving you a chance, take the initiative and take off your clothes."

Peng Yu scratched his head; he was sincerely looking for a spokesperson.

But he didn't dwell much on the rejection, and returned to his table after using the restroom.

Two bodyguards dressed in black came without any expression and asked him to go upstairs as if commanding him.

"Who are you guys?"

"Didn't you know you bumped into someone just now? Mr. Wang asks you to come upstairs."

"Mr. Wang?" Peng Yu knew who it was, and everyone else obviously knew too.

After all, it was someone they knew. Chen Pingsheng didn't want to make a fool of himself in the nightclub, so he simply instructed:

"That Wang Yanfeng is still so imperious. Go back and tell him Chen Pingsheng is here; see if he wants to come down for a drink."

"You..." One of the bodyguards wanted to flare up, but the other stopped him.

They were martial arts bodyguards, but they needed to think quickly too.

Since he directly referred to their boss like that, they surely knew him.

The right thing to do at this moment was to go and report to their boss and hear what he had to say.

The bodyguards went upstairs; the reason for calling Peng Yu up was because Nai Li vividly described the incident of being bumped in the restroom.

Although nightclubs had many perverts, this was the first time someone blatantly and righteously called her outside to shoot lingerie pictures.

She hadn't expected Wang Yanfeng to send his bodyguards directly to call the man over to apologize.

But significantly, the person hadn't shown up.

Seeing Wang Yanfeng's furrowed brows, he seemed to be caught in some unpleasant situation.

"Mr. Wang, what's troubling you so much?"

Wang Yanfeng didn't care about the petty flattery from the Internet celebrity beside him; he just stared intently at the bodyguards and asked, "Are you sure he said his name was Chen Pingsheng?"

"Very sure, he even asked if you would like to come down for a drink."

"Let's go."

Wang Yanfeng got up without saying much more; he indeed was a top-tier rich second-generation.

He didn't choose his friends by their wealth, which was true, but he still held a lot of respect for Chen Pingsheng.

He used to swagger in front of him.

Mocking him for having no education and never having traveled abroad.

Just a rough guy who started by selling durians on the streets.

Now, he didn't even qualify to sit at the same table as Chen.

Somebody whom his old man would seek to cooperate with; even if given double the courage, he wouldn't dare disrespect Chen Pingsheng.

Everyone else was dumbfounded.

All followed behind to see the spectacle, wondering who could make someone like Mr. Wang bow and scrape.

Wang Yanfeng's arrogance depended on the individual.

In Chen Pingsheng's eyes, he was nothing but a pampered rich kid.

Just running a small mediocre business.

Back then, during the CEO class, he clinched billions in funding effortlessly for that Panda live streaming project – a good opportunity at the time.

It showed how smoothly Old Wang's background could navigate the capital market.

Unfortunately, he ended up losing everything.

If not for Old Wang covering for him, he couldn't set foot in any high-end places.

He would definitely be on the blacklist, restricted from all high spending.

"Chen."

"You should call me Uncle Chen; I am of the same generation as your father."

"Uncle Chen."

Wang Yanfeng was all out of temper.

Time proved everything. The despised bumpkin from the past was now someone his father needed for cooperation.

And his own big projects were all failing one after another.

He once mocked others for selling bubble tea and coffee, doing low-class industries.

Now, he didn't even have the right to laugh.

Chen Pingsheng nodded: "I guess I count as a friend to your dad. I didn't plan to meet you initially, but since your men invited my cousin for a drink, I asked you to come down for a chat, you don't mind, right?"

"Of course not, it's all a misunderstanding."

Wang Yanfeng honestly sat beneath him, downed three drinks as an apology, and ordered another twenty-four Spade A's as a peace offering.

Fan Xiuqi was stunned.

What kind of person was this taxi driver that even someone like Mr. Wang would respectfully come down to apologize?

The former Miss didn't deceive her.

Those who drive Mercedes-Benz G-Class might not be truly rich, but those who drive Volkswagen Phaeton are definitely wealthy.

This is a true boss.