The Cinnabar Mole of a Beijing Circle Tycoon

The afternoon sun shone brightly on the golf course of the Mountain and Water Manor. The lush green grass was trimmed flat like a carpet, and the wind carried the fresh scent of grass and soil.

Meng Jiangyu was dressed in a custom-made white golf outfit, his posture upright like a pine tree, his fingers holding the clubs with distinct knuckles.

Standing opposite him was President Shen of Huanyu. The two had just finished a round of negotiations on strategic cooperation in the supply chain, but they were stuck on the issue of controlling 2% of the equity, and neither of them was willing to give in.

"President Meng, how about we take a gamble?" President Shen wiped the thin layer of sweat from his forehead, a competitive glint in his eyes. "Eighteen holes, whoever wins gets the 2% equity."

Meng Jiangyu smiled faintly, his tone casual yet full of confidence: "I'll play along."

He already possessed exceptional athletic talent, and had been practicing golf for many years.

The moment of the swing was smooth and clean, the white golf ball flew out and drew a beautiful parabola in the air, landing precisely near the green, just a few meters away from the hole.

Mr. Shen was secretly alarmed. Despite his best efforts, Meng Jiangyu still managed to outperform him in every single stroke.

As the scorecard was handed over after the 18 holes, President Shen smiled helplessly and extended his hand to Meng Jiangyu: "President Meng, you've got great skills. I admit defeat wholeheartedly."

Meng Jiangyu reached out and shook his hand, his grip firm and steady, his expression one of confident composure: "President Shen, you're too kind. Let the legal department handle the details of the cooperation."

The setting sun cast long shadows of the two men, and the 2% equity stake was settled, setting the tone for Meng Jiangyu's leadership in this supply chain cooperation.

-

In the Michelin three-star restaurant, warm yellow lights softly illuminate the white tablecloths.

Shen Qingyao gently picked up a small piece of foie gras with her silver fork and looked up at Lu Ying across from her: "This restaurant's signature dish is indeed as good as its reputation; it melts in your mouth."

Lu Ying chuckled upon hearing this and poured her half a glass of Burgundy red wine: "I'm glad you like it. I booked a window seat half a month in advance."

Her gaze fell on the night view outside the window, where cars flowed like a river and neon lights flickered, making Shen Qingyao's profile appear even more gentle and graceful.

The two chatted about recent trivial matters, enjoying the aroma of food and the perfect quiet atmosphere.

Shen Qingyao sipped her creamy mushroom soup. "By the way, I've always been curious, what are you doing out so late at night? What kind of shops stay open so late?"

"Nightlife for young people!"

"Hmm?" Shen Qingyao asked, somewhat puzzled. "Is it that fun?"

"Of course!" Lu Ying took a sip of red wine. "I'll take you to experience it later!"

"Okay!" Shen Qingyao really wanted to go.

-

As night fell over the skyscrapers of Beijing, the gilded lights of the hotel's penthouse suite shone even more luxuriously.

Meng Jiangyu sat in the main seat, his fingertips casually stroking the bone china cup, exuding an air of aloofness and arrogance that kept strangers at bay.

He was the most distinguished person at the dinner party; Li Wanqi from Gangcheng had asked Zhou Yanqiu to organize the meeting to discuss a cooperation project involving a high-end Swiss hotel.

Li Wanqi had been eyeing this piece of the pie for a long time, but he couldn't reach Meng Jiangyu's level, so he had to ask Zhou Yanqiu to act as a go-between.

Zhou Yanqiu, dressed in a well-fitting dark gray suit, was quietly reporting project details to Meng Jiangyu beside him.

"Cousin, I think the Swissôtel project is feasible, and Li Wanqi is determined to win it over."

Meng Jiangyu gave a faint "hmm," glanced at Li Wanqi's beaming face, and said with a slight smirk, "I've looked at the plan. It has some merits, but since it's a high-end hotel, I don't approve of the designer's skill level."

These words traveled through the air, and a thin layer of sweat instantly appeared on Li Wanqi's forehead. He quickly replied, "Mr. Meng, who do you think should be invited?"

"Rumall Design Studio, UK!"

After several rounds of drinks, the cooperation agreement was finalized, and Li Wanqi finally felt relieved. His smile became even more obsequious: "Mr. Meng, Mr. Zhou, you must have a good time tonight! I've arranged a second round, on Sexy Night. I'll help you both relax."

"I'm not going, I'm not interested!" Meng Jiangyu refused.

"Mr. Meng, some of my business partners in Macau would like to get to know you. Would you be so kind as to give them a chance?"

Meng Jiangyu didn't want to go at first, but Shen Qingyao texted him saying she'd be back later, so he didn't refuse, "Okay!"

As the group walked out of the banquet hall, the night breeze carrying the chill of Beijing hit them. Li Wanqi eagerly opened the car door for Meng Jiangyu, his eyes gleaming with a determined light.

As long as he can latch onto Meng Jiangyu, the hotel project in Switzerland will only be the first step towards his meteoric rise.

-

Shen Qingyao linked arms with Lu Ying and walked briskly toward Sexy Night.

This renowned nightclub is located in the city center, just steps away from the restaurant where they had just eaten.

Before they knew it, the two of them were standing in front of the distinctive black and gold door.

The waiter bowed and pushed open the heavy door. A gust of wind carrying the scent of perfume and warmth rushed in, and fragments of light and shadow surged wildly with the beat of the drum.

In the center of the dance floor, men and women swayed to the deafening beat, the dazzling neon lights weaving through the throng of people, making the young faces appear flamboyant and vibrant.

Shen Qingyao subconsciously tightened her grip on Lu Ying's hand, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes: "So this is the nightlife you were talking about."

"What?!" The deafening background music almost drowned out her voice. Lu Ying tilted her head slightly and leaned closer to her. "Speak louder! I can't hear you!"

"This is a completely different world from the bar where I used to work part-time!" Shen Qingyao raised her voice, her tone filled with amazement.

"Of course!" Lu Ying's voice was full of pride. "This is the most prestigious nightclub in Beijing!"

She led her towards the bar, deftly dodging several stumbling figures along the way. Her warm breath brushed against her ear, barely drowning out the loud music: "Are you scared? If not, I'll take you to try their signature cocktail."

Shen Qingyao looked up and met the subtle smile in her eyes, and the slight restraint in her heart instantly vanished.

She stood on tiptoe, her fingertips hooking around her sleeve, and shouted back, "With you here, what do I have to be afraid of!"

Behind the bar, the bartender skillfully swirled the shaker, the crisp sound of ice cubes clinking together mingling with the boisterous noise of the dance floor, creating a vibrant and passionate atmosphere unique to the late night.

"Wow, there are so many people!" Shen Qingyao exclaimed, looking at the crowded dance floor. "Everyone looks so energetic."

"A lively atmosphere is inherently attractive to young people." Lu Ying gestured with his chin toward the waiter and announced loudly, "One last word, one green grape martini."

She turned to Shen Qingyao, her tone carrying a hint of recommendation: "The bartender at this place has spent many years in Europe and America, his skills are absolutely top-notch, you'll see when you try it later."

"Okay." Shen Qingyao smiled, her eyes full of anticipation.

In a short while, two tempting-looking special cocktails were served.

Lu Ying pushed the glass of green grape martini, which had a pale green sheen, towards her, a smile hidden in her eyes: "Try it."

Shen Qingyao picked up her wine glass, took a small sip, and the sweet aroma of green grapes blended perfectly with the mellow base wine, creating a smooth yet layered taste.

Her eyes lit up, and she exclaimed sincerely, "It's so delicious! The two flavors blend perfectly without any jarring difference."

"I wasn't lying to you, was I?" Lu Ying raised an eyebrow. "If you're interested, you can even chat with the bartender later."

Shen Qingyao nodded hurriedly, her eyes shining even brighter.

"Yingying, what's that place on the second floor over there? There are staff members guarding the stairwell!"

Lu Ying looked in the direction Shen Qingyao pointed. "That's a private room. I've never been up there, but I heard from others that it's where you can order a 'princess'!"

"What does 'princess' mean?"

"They're called 'ladies'—people who drink and sleep with you!" Lu Ying continued her explanation. "I heard the ladies here are all incredibly beautiful and have amazing skills!"

"Ah!" These words refreshed Shen Qingyao's understanding.

"Let's go, let's go dancing in the middle!" Lu Ying put down his wine glass, stood up, and tried to pull her along.

"I...I don't know how!" Shen Qingyao subconsciously shrank back. "I'll wait for you here."

"What are you afraid of? I'll teach you." Lu Ying held her wrist tightly, his tone somewhat encouraging. "Just follow me and sway to the rhythm. Don't feel guilty."

She shook her hand, her eyes full of encouragement: "Yaoyao, you're already here, practice makes perfect, give it a try."

Seeing the eagerness in her eyes, Shen Qingyao finally nodded: "Then... alright, I'll give it a try."

She was led by Lu Ying's hand and walked step by step into the center of the dance floor.

The deafening drumbeats pounded against her eardrums, and the surrounding noise and enthusiasm seemed contagious. Shen Qingyao swayed her body clumsily but earnestly to the rhythm played by the DJ, and the joy in her heart gradually overshadowed her shyness.

This place is top-notch, frequented by the wealthy and powerful. Everyone is immersed in their own rhythm, completely free from vulgar disturbances, creating an atmosphere so relaxing that you can truly unwind.