The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 1711: Full of Style
From the interactions and jokes, it can be seen that Anson gets along well with his friends and he would not neglect them even if all the other people were strangers.

The manager on duty showed a proper smile. "No, it is an honor for Paradise to entertain Mr. Wood. This is Mr. Wood's first visit. We don't know your preferences, so we have prepared everything. I wonder if you prefer a booth or a box..."

Before the introduction could continue, Seth's chubby body squeezed in and shouted, "Booths, of course, booths! There are so many boxes, no surprise! From one box to another, haven't you spent enough time in the boxes?"

"There! Right there!"

Glancing around, Seth had already locked on a prime position, next to the dance floor, with people coming and going. This ensured that they would not miss any beauties, and the beauties singing and dancing on the dance floor and walking back and forth in the club would not miss them either.

Seth couldn't contain his excitement and jumped up awkwardly, but gravity immediately pulled him back to the ground.

Chris glanced at Seth speechlessly, "Booth? Are you worried that Anson won't be discovered? You might as well just sit cross-legged in the middle of the stage."

Seth: ...Uh, how come he forgot about that?

However, Anson was not worried at all and chuckled, "Just like John Lennon and Yoko Ono?"

In 1969, John Lennon and Yoko Ono stayed in bed in a hotel in Amsterdam for seven days, giving interviews and taking photos with the media, and calling for a "Bed-In-For-Peace".

Of course, this action has sparked heated discussions around the world, with support, opposition and complaints. One view is that their act of launching such an activity while sitting on the beds of a five-star hotel is itself a kind of greatest irony, with a condescending and arrogant attitude.

Chris looked at Anson, his eyes full of helplessness: Sir, there is still time for jokes.

But Anson didn't care at all. "Relax, relax, we are in Las Vegas. What happens in Las Vegas stays in Las Vegas."

Chris had a strange expression on his face. He just remembered that it should be "What happens in Rome stays in Rome", but his tense nerves still relaxed a little.

At the side, the manager on duty was neither hurried nor humble, and remained patient. After finding a gap, he just intervened in the conversation at the right time, "Don't worry, the order in our club has always been good. We guarantee that every customer can relax and enjoy their time here."

"Whether it's in a box, a booth, or on the dance floor."

A sense of confidence was inadvertently revealed between his words.

Anson looked at Chris and shrugged. "Who knows? Maybe as we speak, Tom Cruise and Brad Pitt are dancing on the dance floor, their faces flushed, sweating, and it's hard to tell who's in the spotlight. I won't be the focus at all."

The visual was so vivid that Chris was stunned and his brain went into a state of panic.

Brad and Seth were laughing uncontrollably beside them, and even the manager on duty couldn't help but smile.

The manager on duty couldn't help but look at Anson again, calmly made an invitation gesture, and continued to lead the way.

Going up the stairs, the lights spread out layer by layer like ripples, scanning every customer like a future laser, and finally entering the dance floor. The crystal lamp hanging on the ceiling changes and flows with the rhythm of the music, and the stars in the sky dance and jump at your fingertips. Your sight is immediately attracted by the bar in front of you. The whole piece of natural white marble can clearly see the texture. The milky white stone body emits a round and full light. The light flying in the air falls down and splashes out. The Lalique crystal cup worth millions of dollars is wrapped in a mysterious halo. The faint blue cold light is refracted between the crystals, and it seems to be filled with a touch of starlight.

In the center of the spacious circular dance floor, there is a transparent glass plank road, with sparkling water flowing underneath. The light filling the entire space hits the water surface like a midsummer rainstorm, but then rushes forward with the water, and the rhythm and melody quietly blend into it and diffuse in the air.

Looking up slightly, I explored along the peacock blue velvet wall. The ceiling was inlaid with countless stars, shining brightly in the hustle and bustle. The wall of the VIP box on the second floor facing the dance floor was made entirely of glass, a full circle of glass walls that surrounded the entire venue in 360 degrees.

The VIPs looked down at the dance floor from above, admiring the figures who were singing and dancing passionately; the men and women who were twisting their bodies vigorously on the dance floor raised their eyes from time to time to look for the figures in the VIP box. There was no need for words or conversations, all communication was done with just a glance.

The group had just arrived at the booth and had not even had time to sit down when a girl in a silver tight skirt came over with a tray of food. The graceful hem of her skirt swayed gently with her movements, and silver waves slowly rippled out, dazzling the eyes.

There was no flattery or compliments. The girl stood gracefully by the side. The manager on duty took the initiative to take over the topic, "This is the welcome drink for tonight, Golden Flame."

"With Hennessy XO as the base, honey and lemon, it has a subtle spicy and sweet flavor. I hope it will brighten up your night."

The cup of amber liquid looked crystal clear under the brilliant light, as if it had just been scooped up from the starry sky.

After drinking a glass of coffee, the cool and refreshing breath immediately opens the top of your head. The sound of music in the air seems to be amplified, continuously roaring on your eardrums. The elegant scent in the air quietly evolves into more layers. The aroma mixed with cedar and spicy fragrance awakens the taste and smell, exuding a feeling of slight intoxication. It seems that you can feel that your soul is melting bit by bit and slowly merging with this place.

"I hope you enjoy a wonderful evening."

The manager on duty left a few words and walked away. The gazes from all directions lit up like spotlights, announcing the arrival of the distinguished guest to the entire audience.

Reality. Illusion. Future.

They seemed to have traveled through time and space into a surreal black hole, where they were in the clouds and enjoying a party that did not exist in this world.

I couldn't help but feel a little restrained.

Not only Seth and Chris, but even Brad was dazzled and overwhelmed. Although Brad had experienced the treatment of being a Hollywood rising star for fifteen minutes, this unique experience before him was unheard of. For a moment, he didn't even know where to put his hands and feet.

Although there was no Tom Cruise and Will Smith on the dance floor, Britney Spears could be seen laughing and chatting with her friends while holding a glass of whiskey.

The two sisters Jessica Simpson and Ashlee Simpson were shaking their heads wildly not far away, and seemed to be secretly looking at Britney, with a hint of inquiry and vigilance in their eyes.

Paris Hilton led a group of friends and swaggered through the club in style, wearing a pair of large pink sunglasses, making sure everyone in the club knew she was there.

(End of this chapter)