Chapter 65

Chapter 66: The First Floor and the Head Wine

The First Floor, Room 0, the pinnacle of Huahai's top-tier club. // Visit to download the txt novel //

When Zhao Heng followed Du Ziyang and Ding Lingling into the hotel, he couldn't help but feel a sense of absurdity and helplessness. He wondered what he had done wrong this year, as so many things had happened in just one month in Huahai. Not only had the leader of the Qing Gang personally ordered his men to attack him, but even Huahai's top tycoon, Du Tianxiong, had to intervene to resolve the situation.

Moreover, he had met Ye Shishi, who had even given him 100,000 yuan as a token of gratitude. Now, he had some connection with all three of Huahai's top tycoons. However, if everything could be redone, Zhao Heng would definitely wish to have nothing to do with any of it, as he wasn't prepared for such a risky and dangerous situation.

Zhao Heng had already made up his mind. If Zhang Xiaolin didn't go too far tonight, he would swallow his pride and use Du Tianxiong's influence to temporarily suppress the matter, waiting for the right opportunity to settle the score. He was different from the bold and aggressive Lu Meng, but if Zhang Xiaolin went too far, he would have to confront him head-on.

Jing Ke's assassination of Qin Shi Huang might not have been impossible.

The first impression of the First Floor was its compact and well-organized layout, followed by the scarcity of people—both guests and staff. The few staff members one occasionally saw were all exceptionally charming, whether male or female. Loud conversations were rare here.

As Ding Lingling had mentioned in the car, those who could enter and leave here at will were certainly not nouveau riche, who had no right to enter. One's social circle was always determined by their status, and the customers here were clearly Huahai's top elite. Zhao Heng saw people walking with a sense of purpose, and even when they met acquaintances, they only engaged in quiet, casual conversations. This atmosphere gave Zhao Heng a sense of comfort and freshness, making the term "red lights and green wine" seem entirely inappropriate here. Zhao Heng was curious about the owner's taste, as ordinary people couldn't create such a style.

"Welcome!"

Many beautiful women in bright red qipaos were serving, smiling warmly. Their posture, the placement of their hands, and their walking steps all reflected their well-trained professionalism. Any one of them could be considered a campus beauty queen in an ordinary university.

More importantly, they all knew how to keep their mouths shut.

"Ziyang, did you know?"

Ding Lingling, carrying a Hermès bag, looked up at the chandelier in the hotel's main hall and said, "This chandelier is imported from Germany and costs eight million yuan. A single meal here costs at least 100,000 yuan. Even the seven-star hotels in Dubai can't compare. Ordinary people can neither afford nor dare to enter."

"Moreover, this place has everything for eating, drinking, and entertainment. After dinner, I'll take you for a tour."

Zhao Heng smiled faintly. He knew Ding Lingling was deliberately saying this to him, wanting to highlight the difference in their social classes and hint that he, Zhao Heng, should stay away from their upper society. He didn't care about her roundabout words, thinking that perhaps in the near future, he could own such a luxurious hotel.

Du Ziyang looked up, not too surprised, "Not bad."

Ding Lingling smiled gently, "Do you know who owns the First Floor?"

Du Ziyang smiled but didn't answer.

"Ye Shishi."

Ding Lingling's lips curled as she mentioned a name, "She is the adopted daughter of Headmaster Ye, Huahai's top female tycoon. She is young, beautiful, and ruthless. Don't be surprised; a woman who can stand on equal footing with Uncle Du and Zhang Xiaolin can't be simple. But compared to our Du and Ding families, she still falls short."

She took the opportunity to show off to Zhao Heng, "In the future, I will definitely surpass her."

The First Floor was a legend in Huahai's entertainment scene and a symbol of Ye Shishi's rise. No one knew where she got the money or the means, but the First Floor quickly became a gold mine, opening four branches in less than two years and expanding to other cities.

Over the years, the First Floor had become a symbol of top-tier clubs. Any high-ranking official or wealthy person would choose the local First Floor for entertainment. Ye Shishi's charm also spread throughout Huahai with the rise of the First Floor. Thinking of the First Floor would remind one of Ye Shishi, and thinking of Ye Shishi would remind one of the First Floor.

A woman with both wealth and beauty naturally attracted others' desires, but no one had managed to win her heart.

If Du Tianxiong and Zhang Xiaolin were the symbols of Huahai's iron and blood, then Ye Shishi was a touch of gentleness. While she might not have the same weight as the former, her absence would make Huahai much less interesting. Moreover, she had a very influential adoptive father, Headmaster Ye, so both Du Tianxiong and Zhang Xiaolin would give her face.

Zhao Heng absorbed this information and recalled Ye Shishi's charm.

After listening to Ding Lingling's gossip, Du Ziyang smiled and responded, "Actually, a fulfilling and simple life is enough. Why be so obsessed with fame and fortune? I just want to be a good wife, doing laundry and cooking for my husband, making him a cup of coffee when I have time, painting a picture, and dancing a dance."

Ding Lingling first showed a look of disapproval at her friend's aspirations, then turned to a smile, "My brother is looking for such a virtuous girl. He believes men should strive outside, and women should support their husbands and educate their children. Only then can they live a long and harmonious life, and society can truly be harmonious."

"Ziyang, you and my brother are a perfect match. Why don't you get engaged to him soon?"

Du Ziyang was taken aback, smiling, "How could I match up to the Third Young Master? I can't do anything."

"Three guests, Master Du is this way."

Just as Ding Lingling was about to say something, a tall woman in a qipao, who seemed to have known they were coming, greeted them with a smile as they reached the eighth floor. She led the three to the private room that Du Tianxiong had reserved. Du Ziyang glanced around and asked casually, "Which room are they in?"

"Room D."

The tall woman gestured to the left, "Please follow me."

As Du Ziyang pulled Zhao Heng's sleeve and followed the tall woman, Ding Lingling suddenly said with a playful tone, "Room D? Don't you have a Room A? Is Master Du not good enough for you? If Master Du isn't good enough, who can enter Room A?"

Zhao Heng also became curious.

The tall woman smiled slightly, not embarrassed by Ding Lingling's veiled criticism. She maintained her politeness and explained, "We do have a Room A, but since the First Floor was established, only two people have dined there: Premier Hua and General Dongfang."

Ding Lingling immediately shut up. Those were the top figures in Huahai, and no one would question their entry into Room A. Ding Lingling naturally didn't dare to say anything more. The tall woman didn't elaborate, leading them to Room D with a bright smile, then turned to the elevator.

"You're here? Please sit down!"

Du Tianxiong was already in the room, drinking tea and watching TV without any airs. At his level, his actions had already returned to simplicity. Pretending to be stern or domineering would only make him lose his luster. However, this didn't mean he could be ignored. If he wanted, he could stir up Huahai at any time.

In Huahai, there was only one Master Du.

Du Tianxiong put down his teacup, stood up, and welcomed the three with a hearty laugh. His approachable demeanor made the over 100 square meter room feel less cold and more warm and lively. After Du Ziyang and Ding Lingling greeted him, Zhao Heng stepped forward and greeted, "Master Du, good to see you!"

Du Tianxiong nodded with a smile, his voice still cheerful, "No need to be so formal. Come, sit down." He patted Zhao Heng's shoulder, indicating he should sit on the sofa. His refined appearance made him seem more like a well-read teacher than a tycoon in Huahai.

After the three sat down, Du Tianxiong spoke directly, "Mr. Zhang had a sudden issue and will be ten minutes late." He looked at Zhao Heng, "Zhao Heng, Mr. Zhang has a bit of a temper. Although I can control his actions, he might vent his frustration verbally. You need to be patient."

Zhao Heng smiled faintly, "No problem, as long as he doesn't go too far, I can give him face."

Ding Lingling snorted, thinking, "What is Zhao Heng? He's talking big about giving face to Zhang Xiaolin. He should know his place. If it weren't for Master Du's intervention, Zhao Heng would have been killed long ago." However, she didn't show her emotions, as Du Tianxiong was present.

After nodding to Zhao Heng, Du Tianxiong pointed to the adjacent room, "Ziyang, you and Lingling should eat in the other room. Mr. Zhang is crude and unrefined. I don't want him to pollute your ears, and his subordinates are all rough men. I don't want them staring at you."

Du Ziyang pouted, "But I want to stay with you."

Du Tianxiong saw through his daughter's thoughts and responded with a gentle smile, "Ziyang, do you want to stay here so that Mr. Zhang won't dare to scold Zhao Heng in front of you? Yes, he might not say anything offensive because you are my daughter, but he won't be able to vent his anger."

"If he can't even vent his frustration, do you think this head wine can be drunk properly?"

Zhao Heng smiled, "Ziyang, don't worry, I'll be fine!"

Du Ziyang was taken aback, then nodded, "I understand. I'll go to the other room with Lingling."

"Master Du, I've kept you waiting."

Before he finished speaking, a coarse laugh echoed from the door. The voice preceded the person, painting a vivid picture of a formidable figure in the minds of those present. However, when the door opened, a man with thick eyebrows and large eyes appeared.

Wearing a white suit and white shoes, his hair was slicked back so neatly that even a fly couldn't land on it. At first glance, he seemed broad-shouldered and kind, but Zhao Heng knew he was the notorious Zhang Xiaolin, the top tycoon in Huahai. Without much ado, he led his men directly to Du Tianxiong.

Pointing at Zhao Heng, he chuckled, "Master Du, is this the one you're protecting?"

"A pretty face, but what good is it?"

In the next second, he slapped Zhao Heng.

PS: Many brothers have asked me about the titanium spike. Here's a brief explanation: The titanium spike is slightly shorter than a military spike and slightly longer and larger than a coffin nail. It is worn on the wrist, similar to a hidden arrow. It was once used to arm the elite under Boss Dai during the Anti-Japanese War.

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