Earning 100 million a day, yet trapped in a county town.

Chapter 84 is all college students, so young.

Entrance to the Day and Night Club.

When Wang Guanxi arrived, I almost didn't recognize him.

In the past, day and night, half of the GG sign was missing, and the faded lights flickered, making it look like a haunted house.

Now, both day and night, the storefronts have been completely renovated.

The dark gray marble wall, paired with the golden illuminated lettering, makes the three characters "Day and Night" glitter in the sunlight.

A red carpet was laid out at the entrance, with two rows of flower baskets on either side.

The flower baskets were inscribed with various blessings, such as "Grand Opening," "Prosperous Business," and "Abundant Wealth."

The signature included Chung Chao-lung's friends and business partners, as well as several names that Wang Guanxi did not recognize.

But what really caught the eye wasn't the flower baskets or the entrance sign.

It's the McLaren that Edison Wang owns.

The gray car body, its low-slung stance, and the fact that the butterfly doors weren't fully closed yet prompted several people at the door to take out their phones and start taking pictures.

"Holy crap, what kind of car is that?"

"A McLaren! The kind that costs millions!"

"Jiangcheng has cars like this? This is the first time I've ever seen one!"

"Look at that door, it flips up, it's so cool!"

Zhong Zhaolong stood at the door, wearing a bright red Tang suit and a gold chain around his neck, smiling like a Maitreya Buddha.

His eyes widened immediately when he saw the McLaren.

When Wang Guanxi got out of the car, he jogged up to him, circled the car, and couldn't stop smiling.

"Mr. Wang! This car is so cool! How much does it cost?"

Wang Guanxi casually put his car keys in his pocket.

"Not much, maybe five million."

"Over five million?!" Zhong Zhaolong's voice rose eight octaves. "President Wang, are you trying to steal all the limelight from Jiangcheng?!"

He patted the hood of the McLaren, then withdrew his hand, as if afraid of damaging it.

"Last time it was a Cullinan, this time it's a McLaren. Mr. Wang, how many cars do you actually have?"

Wang Guanxi thought for a moment and counted on his fingers.

"Cullinan, Buick Regal, Bugatti, Ferrari, Lamborghini, McLaren—and a few more that haven't been picked up yet. About seven or eight in total."

Zhong Zhaolong's eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

"Seven or eight cars?! How many parking spaces did you buy at Jiangcheng No. 1?"

"I bought ten."

Zhong Zhaolong took a deep breath and gave a thumbs up.

"Mr. Wang, I'm impressed. With your abilities, you can't find another like you in Jiangcheng, let alone the entire Jiangzhou city area."

Wang Guanxi smiled and patted him on the shoulder.

"Alright, stop flattering me. Let's go inside and take a look at your renovation."

Zhong Zhaolong chuckled and gestured for him to enter.

"Mr. Wang, this way please! I guarantee you'll be satisfied!"

The two entered the hall, and Wang Guanxi's eyes lit up.

The lobby used to be dimly lit and old-fashioned, looking like a dance hall from the 1990s.

The lobby is now bright, modern, and classy.

The floor is covered with gray marble tiles, and there are recessed light strips overhead, providing soft but not dim lighting.

The reception area was made of a single piece of white artificial stone, and behind it stood a pretty young girl in a black uniform.

Behind the reception desk, a huge LED screen hangs on the wall, displaying the words "Day and Night Club Reopens After Renovation".

"You're great, Mr. Chung," Wang Guanxi couldn't help but praise.

Chung Chao-lung smiled so hard his eyes narrowed into slits.

"Mr. Wang, this is nothing! Come on, I'll take you upstairs to have a look."

The second floor is the billiards area.

Eight American nine-ball tables were neatly arranged in the hall.

The billiard table is imported, and the bowling fabric is dark green, gleaming softly under the lights.

The golf clubs were neatly hung on the wall, with a row of chocolate powder next to them.

Each billiard table is accompanied by a small sofa and a coffee table, providing a comfortable place for guests to relax.

What pleased Wang Guanxi the most was that there was a beautiful female assistant coach standing next to each pool table.

They were dressed in matching outfits: white shirts, black skirts, and high heels.

The shirt was unbuttoned up to the second button, revealing a section of collarbone.

The skirt is about ten centimeters above the knee, neither too short nor too long, just right so that people want to see it but can't quite make out what it is.

With long hair cascading down their shoulders and wearing light makeup, each person wore a standard professional smile.

Upon seeing Chung Chiu-lung and Wang Guanxi come up, all eight of them bowed in unison.

"Hello, Mr. Zhong! Hello, Mr. Wang!"

"Hello, Mr. Zhong! Hello, Mr. Wang!"

The sounds weren't loud, but they were very synchronized, as if they had been rehearsed.

Chung Chao-lung pointed to the one at the very front.

"This is Xiaoxiao, a sophomore at Jiangcheng College, majoring in dance."

Xiaoxiao smiled at Wang Guanxi, revealing a row of neat white teeth.

"Hello, Mr. Wang."

Wang Guanxi nodded and took another look.

It was indeed the same person I saw at Chung Chao-lung's villa last time.

She looks one way when she wears a sundress, and another way when she wears a uniform.

Chung Chao-lung introduced them one by one, and Wang Guan-xi looked at them one by one.

Of the eight teaching assistants, seven were college students from Jiangcheng College, and one graduated from a vocational school in the neighboring county.

The oldest is twenty-two, and the youngest is only nineteen.

They were all young and beautiful, standing there in white shirts and black skirts, like a beautiful sight.

After reading it, Wang Guanxi couldn't help but say something.

"Boss Zhong, you're really good at hiring people."

Zhong Zhaolong chuckled and leaned closer, lowering his voice.

"Mr. Wang, to be honest, these eight women were handpicked from over thirty. They're perfect in looks, figure, and demeanor. They underwent two weeks of training, specifically on how to play ball with guests, how to chat, and how to pour drinks."

He paused, then lowered his voice even further.

"As for the rest—it's up to them. We won't force them."

Wang Guanxi glanced at him but didn't say anything.

Chung Chiu-lung is a man of discretion in his actions.

Don't say what you shouldn't say, and don't do what you shouldn't do.

This is also why Wang Guanxi was willing to collaborate with him.

The third floor is the mahjong area.

There are eight private rooms, each containing an automatic mahjong table.

The table is brand new, and the chairs are genuine leather, making them very comfortable to sit on.

Each private room has a small balcony with a recliner and a small coffee table.

If guests get tired of playing, they can go to the balcony for a smoke or a cup of tea.

Wang Guanxi looked around and nodded in satisfaction.

"How much is one of these mahjong tables?" he asked.

"More than 20,000," Zhong Zhaolong said. "It has a remote control, automatic shuffling, and adjustable speed."

"The speed can be adjusted?"

"Yes, we can speed it up or slow it down as we like. We do whatever makes the customer comfortable."

Wang Guanxi couldn't help but laugh.

Chung Chao-lung is truly willing to go to great lengths to please his customers.

The fourth floor has private KTV rooms.

There are five private rooms of varying sizes.

The largest one can seat more than twenty people, and the smallest one can seat seven or eight people.

The speakers are JBL, the karaoke system is the latest model, and the microphone is wireless.

Zhong Zhaolong pushed open the door to the largest private room, where lights were flashing and a welcome message was playing on a large screen.

"Mr. Wang, this is our most luxurious private room. Please use this room when you bring your friends over; it's free."