Dragon Raja: Oh no! Lu Mingfei has been diagnosed with depression!

The waiter was somewhat embarrassed, but given Lu Mingfei's underworld background, he could only accept the note, bow to the two men, and leave the booth.

"Who delivers mail like that? What if it gets delivered to the wrong address?"

The waiter, while serving drinks, walked around the entire nightclub with the note in hand, but no one came looking for him.

Everyone was so engrossed in drinking and dancing that no one would notice him taking a note from a customer in the corner. Even if they did notice, they would probably just assume that customer wanted to order drinks, but seeing that most of the beers in the booth were the cheapest kind, they would know that this was a customer on a tight budget and lose interest.

People come to nightclubs to get drunk, but there are different levels of drinking. The more affluent customers usually order more expensive champagne and red wine, with rows of crystal-clear bottles lined up in front of them, and then they hire top-tier hostesses to drink with them.

For these kinds of guests, what truly gets them drunk is precisely this extravagant atmosphere; drinking becomes secondary.

The owner had a knack for exploiting the customers' psychology. Whenever an expensive drink was sold, the host would climb onto the striptease stage with a microphone and shout at the top of his lungs, pushing the atmosphere in the nightclub to another climax.

The host really put in a lot of effort, shouting so hard it was like he was trying to scream his lungs out. But if a customer gets excited after the broadcast and orders something else, the commission will go to the host.

The waiter couldn't do the job, so he wasn't envious of the host's high commission; he just wanted to get the note out of his hand as soon as possible.

"Let's turn our attention to booth number 13! Our customer in booth number 13 has ordered the full 'Floating Life' set meal! Wow! That's a set meal worth 6.2 million yen! Our customer is quite poetic! Let's give this customer a round of applause!"

The host began the announcement again, and all the guests stood at attention, applauding like thunder. The guests glanced between the booths; most of them were regulars at the restaurant and had naturally heard of the outrageously expensive "Floating Life" set meal.

The so-called "Floating Life Without End" is actually a hodgepodge of champagne, red wine, beer, and sake, but the owner gave it a beautiful name, supposedly inspired by a line from the Kokin Wakashū (Collection of Ancient and Modern Japanese Poems).

"The vibrant colors of flowers gradually fade, leaving only the endless expanse of spring in vain. Time relentlessly ages us, and the affairs of this world are utterly desolate."

The store manager didn't expect anyone to actually order it; he just took the words "fleeting life" and "infinite" from the sentence and launched this set meal, stuffing all the expensive wines into it to make his store look more upscale and classy.

But tonight, a customer finally grasped the poetic meaning of "life is endless," and placed an order immediately.

Amidst the applause, the waiter suddenly realized that booth number 13 was his assigned area. He rushed to the wine cellar, where the manager himself had already prepared the wine for him, patting him on the shoulder.

"Cheer up! This is 6.2 million yen worth of liquor. Don't say I didn't take care of you; that's your area. You'll be the last one there. After you serve the liquor, stay there and try to get the customers to place more orders. Your commission will still be yours!"

The manager was thrilled, feeling that he was about to reach the pinnacle of his career. He had a premonition that 6.2 million was far from the customer's limit. With a little more effort, he might be able to achieve a turnover that no other nightclub could surpass tonight. He was about to make a name for himself in the entire Shinjuku district!

"Hi!"

There were other waiters in the wine cellar, all of whom were moved by the manager's demeanor. They bowed deeply and solemnly held up golden trays filled with various wines, the bottles wrapped in gold leaf, shimmering under the lights.

Only the waiter responsible for booth number 13 was a little uneasy. He quietly slipped the note into his pocket, carried the tray, and followed at the back of the line, thinking that he would find an opportunity to return the note to the customer later. No one had come looking for him for so long, so the customer was probably just being punished for losing a game with his friends. In fact, there was no such person here.

The backstage drums began to beat, and the waiters carried trays aloft through the middle of the dance floor. The huge spotlights overhead seemed to be holy light shining down from heaven, guiding them forward. Everyone in the procession had solemn expressions, as if they were going to crown a king.

The guests on both sides made way for them, raising their glasses in a toast.

Suddenly someone ran onto the stage, leaned down and whispered something in the host's ear. The host looked confused, but quickly said something into the earpiece. The next moment, the spotlights above went out, and colorful fluorescent lights began to shine again on the dance floor.

The guests were also confused, not knowing what was happening, but the host announced the other guests' orders, and the strippers continued to dance, throwing various colored stockings into the air. Everyone was immersed in the revelry again, with only a few people still staring at the group in the dark.

The group could only move forward by the light of the fluorescent lamps, and finally found booth number 13. The waiters came up one by one to put the drinks on the table, said a few nice words to the guests, and then quickly left.

The guests were very generous, and everyone received a tip. They left happily, clutching several crisp 10,000-yuan bills in their hands.

The waiter at the end of the line felt even more uneasy. He turned to the side, trying to see the guests' faces by looking over his colleagues' shoulders, but the huge booth was empty, with only a table full of wine in sight.

"Is the customer a ghost?" the waiter thought to himself.

As his companions left one by one, he finally reached the front and understood why he hadn't seen anyone earlier; there was only one customer sitting in booth number 13.

The customer who spent a fortune to order the "Unlimited Life" package turned out to be a woman, and a beautiful woman with a top-notch figure at that.

She wore a fitted black leather outfit that boldly showcased her curves, with a wide-open neckline revealing her slender and straight collarbones. Her long, jet-black hair was tied up with a high hairpin like that of an ancient maid, and her whole body was enveloped in a luxurious and intoxicating fragrance.

The guest had a wide array of fine wines laid out in front of her, but she didn't open them. Instead, she chugged cheap beer straight from the bottle. On the sofa next to her was an open box filled with neatly arranged banknotes. The bank seal was still on. The tip she gave to the waiter was taken from one of the bundles of banknotes.

Thank you for coming! We hope you have a wonderful evening!

The waiter glanced at them and immediately lowered his head. He knew some guests were sensitive to being stared at. "The manager is very grateful for your patronage, but if you want to have a more enjoyable experience, one 'Floating Life' package isn't enough. We have other packages available. Would you be interested? I can explain them to you!"

"Are you all desperate to sell alcohol? Do you think I'm some kind of water buffalo?"

The customer was incredibly rude, and the waiter felt that the manager was obsessed with selling wine. There was only one customer, but the manager seemed to want him to buy all the wine in the cellar.

But he couldn't refuse the manager's orders; he still needed the job, and of course, he couldn't talk back to the customers, so he could only lower his head even further.

"If you keep looking down, you'll be putting your hands in your pants! Look up!"

The customer squinted mischievously at the waiter, "It's you! Did someone give you a note just now? Can you sell it to me?"

The waiter was horrified and speechless.

The guest seemed to mistakenly believe he was unwilling, and immediately scooped several bundles of banknotes from the box and threw them on the table.

"Use this money to buy that note in your hand!"

The waiter hadn't actually heard what the customer said; he was still in a state of shock. It turned out that there really was someone in this nightclub who was willing to pay a high price for the note in his hand.

Being too greedy can sometimes lead to more harm than good.

The customer frowned, grabbed the box, and dumped half the money inside onto the table, his tone already showing impatience.

"Enough...enough!"

The waiter was startled awake by the sound of banknotes hitting the table and nervously pulled the note out of his pocket.

"I really want to give you the whole box of money, but I can't. The maid in charge of the household is rather stingy and insists that I bargain when I spend money."

The guest put away the note, stood up, closed the suitcase, and straightened his clothes.

"Help me divide up all these drinks."

The guest didn't even glance at the 6.2 million yen worth of liquor on the table, picked up the case, and walked right past him. Halfway there, as if remembering something, he turned back and added:

"Also, tell your manager that if he wants to sell alcohol, fine, but don't target people he can't afford to mess with. I'm considered relatively easy to talk to, but that guy doesn't care who he is. He might end up as a concrete post thrown into the sea if he's not careful!"

The waiter felt a chill run down his spine as he watched the woman leave through the back door.

Mai Shude got into a Lamborghini parked by the roadside, tossed her suitcase aside, opened the crumpled note, and glanced at it briefly.

"Damn it!"

Mai Shude's expression changed. She took out her phone, took a picture of the note, found the number labeled "Potato Chips" in her contacts, sent the photo, and then dialed the number.

The phone rang a few times before being answered.

"Potato Chips, it seems we've been exposed."

Without giving the other person a chance to speak, Mai looked at the note in her hand as if she were holding a red-hot branding iron.

"What? What are you talking about?"

Su Enxi didn't understand. "Shouldn't you be protecting Young Master Lu right now? How come you have time to call me?"

"I've sent you the file, take a look at it yourself."

"Oh, okay, let me look for it."

There was a rustling sound coming from the other end of the phone.

"Don't get dressed right now! Check your text messages first!"

Mai's eyes twitched. "Why do I need to get dressed before reading text messages?!"

"I've heard that cyber viruses are rampant lately. What if the text message you send me contains a virus that can control webcams? If I'm not wearing clothes, wouldn't I be seen naked!"

Su Enxi spoke with great conviction, but she still opened the text message first, and after reading it, she shouted:

"Damn it! Long legs, have we been exposed?!"

"I've already said that once!"

Mai Shude felt a little tired. She looked down at the note, which, besides the phone number and address, also contained a message written in Chinese:

"I knew you would see this, that this person would become the Prime Minister of Japan."