What? You're a notorious bandit? What a coincidence, me too!

The taxi stopped in front of a brightly lit building.

The red neon lights outlined the four large, gilded characters of "Emperor's Garden," so bright they were almost blinding in the night.

Guo Xiaowu had just opened the car door and hadn't even put his feet down when he was startled by the scene before him and gasped.

The revolving door turned slowly, and a crystal chandelier hung above the door, casting light on the smooth marble floor, making people's shadows sway.

Two doormen in cheongsams stood at the entrance, their figures slender and their smiles impeccable.

Several expensive-looking cars were parked in the distance, but Guo Xiaowu couldn't even name them by their logos.

He instinctively shrank back, grabbing Lin Chang'an's arm, his voice trembling slightly:

"Hey Chang'an, this place... looks expensive, right? Maybe we should forget it and find a smaller place instead."

The foot massage parlor in Haicheng was the best he could imagine.

But compared to the Prince Hotel in front of them, it's like comparing rubble to gold bricks.

He only had two thousand yuan in his pocket, which he had saved up for almost half a year, and he was afraid he couldn't afford to spend it here even once.

Lin Chang'an glanced at him, raised his hand and tapped him on the back of the head, the force not strong, but with a hint of mock scolding:

"What, chickened out? Who was it that was yelling about wanting to see for themselves?"

Guo Xiaowu scratched the back of his head, chuckled twice, still feeling a little guilty:

"How was I supposed to know you'd bring me to such a high-end place? I don't have much money..."

"nonsense."

Lin Chang'an lifted his foot and walked towards the revolving door, his tone decisive, "If you're with me, will I let you spend money? Just follow me, I'll take care of things."

As soon as he finished speaking, the doorman bowed slightly and said in a sickeningly sweet voice, "Please come in, gentlemen."

Guo Xiaowu felt uncomfortable being called "boss" and followed Lin Chang'an inside, his eyes darting around as he went.

The air in the lobby was dry and the air conditioning made everyone feel comfortable; it was like a completely different world from the humid and hot weather outside.

A waiter in a shirt quickly came up to them and led them to the elevator.

The mirrors in the elevator were polished to a shine, even brighter than the mirrors in my own home.

Guo Xiaowu looked at his wrinkled shirt and subconsciously tugged at the hem. He felt out of place, like a country bumpkin in the city.

Lin Chang'an remained calm and composed, leaning against the elevator wall, his eyes casually scanning the constantly changing floor numbers.

After exiting the elevator, the waiter led the two through a thickly carpeted corridor.

Looking at the luxurious and grand surroundings, Guo Xiaowu didn't dare to breathe loudly, afraid that he might break something, as paying for it would be no joke.

After walking a few steps, the waiter pushed open a heavy door to a private room and said with a smile, "Boss, please have a seat. The wine and fruit platter will be brought over shortly."

As soon as the door to the private room opened, deafening music blasted out, and Guo Xiaowu's eyes widened instantly.

The private room was bigger than his entire main room, with genuine leather sofas arranged around a marble coffee table.

A microphone and a karaoke machine are placed on the coffee table, and a huge projection screen hangs on the wall.

Within two minutes, a waiter pushed in a cart, and a table was filled with a dazzling array of imported liquor, beer, fruit platters, and snacks.

Lin Chang'an walked straight to the sofa, sat down, picked up a cigarette, and a waiter immediately bent down to light it for him.

Guo Xiaowu huddled in the corner of the sofa, staring at the bottle of liquor with foreign writing on it, and asked softly, "Chang'an, how much does this cost?"

Lin Chang'an smiled, blew a smoke ring, and beckoned the foreman over.

A woman wearing a black pencil skirt, her hair neatly combed, and a professional smile on her face.

Lin Chang'an didn't stand on ceremony with her and whispered a few words in her ear.

The supervisor nodded repeatedly and replied with a smile, "Don't worry, boss, I'll arrange it right away."

Not long after, the door to the private room was pushed open again.

The foreman walked ahead, a fawning smile plastered on his face.

Behind her followed a long line of girls, all wearing tight-fitting sundresses, with elaborate makeup, straight hair, and strong perfume, dressed in a style typical of the era.

The girls lined up as soon as they entered, their voices soft and sweet: "Hello, boss."

The foreman rubbed his hands together, his eyes narrowing into slits with a smile.

"Look, gentlemen, these are all lovely ladies here. Today, if it's convenient for you, put your hands in front; if not, put your hands behind your back. Please choose whichever you prefer."

Guo Xiaowu sat next to him, his eyes glued to the screen, almost dropping his cup.

The girls at the hair salons he used to go to were nowhere near this caliber.

They were all either as thin as sticks or had cheap makeup.

They're either older women standing at the door soliciting business, saying things like, "Young man, let me tell you something."

The girls in front of me have fair skin and graceful figures, and they don't look very old.

His heart raced, his face turned bright red, and he didn't know what to do with his hands.

He secretly glanced at Lin Chang'an, who had no experience in this area and was about to ask him what to do next.

But then Lin Chang'an slowly took a puff of his cigarette, his gaze sweeping over the row of girls, and he raised an eyebrow.

Then, he stubbed out his cigarette in the crystal ashtray, took a sip of his drink, and spoke softly, his tone revealing no emotion.

"Change to a different batch."

Upon hearing this, the foreman's expression remained unchanged, but Guo Xiaowu froze for a moment.

He quietly tugged at Lin Chang'an, thinking that these girls were beauties he rarely encountered.

What is Chang'an trying to do?!

The foreman's smile didn't change because of Lin Chang'an's request; this was a very common occurrence.

It seems this boss has very high standards.

This place is a service industry, and everything is geared towards providing excellent customer service.

She forced a smile and replied, "Okay, boss, I'll go and get you a new batch right away, I guarantee it will suit your taste."

Goodbye, bosses.

The girls filed out, and the door to the private room had just closed.

Guo Xiaowu leaned closer, his voice trembling with excitement: "Chang'an, these are all fine, why did you choose to change them?"

Lin Chang'an leaned back on the sofa, twirling a cigarette between his fingers: "Look at you, so pathetic. You can't even finish the first brew of tea? You're going to start drinking it from the second brew onwards?"

"Your explanation is quite novel."

Guo Xiaowu was taken aback: "But Chang'an, why do I get the feeling that you're quite familiar with this kind of place?"

"Do you still want to play? If you do, shut your mouth. Look at how naive you were just now."

Lin Chang'an swirled his wine glass and swallowed: "When you're out in the world, you give yourself an identity, so you have to at least pretend to be one."

Guo Xiaowu looked enlightened: "Oh, I understand."

The two chatted idly for a long time, but the supervisor didn't bring another girl.

Guo Xiaowu scratched his head in frustration when he heard a low shout coming from the corridor outside, and the scene seemed somewhat chaotic.

This commotion doesn't sound like the foreman bringing a girl.

Lin Chang'an and Guo Xiaowu exchanged a glance.

Guo Xiaowu's face darkened: "Chang'an, are we really that unlucky? We haven't even started playing yet, and the cops are already here?"