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In previous years, due to the need for negotiations in some political occasions.
Bai Chen had been to the 11th floor before.
Most of these are relatively private private clubs.
Each room has its own unique fingerprint and iris recognition password.
Even when the police come here for a routine check, they can't just enter freely.
Inside this kind of private club.
Most of them engage in numerous "power-for-money" or "power-for-sex" transactions.
...
"Cough cough..."
"790," "You all listen up!"
The lobby manager, with his slicked-back hair, said softly;
"The people we're going to serve later are all either rich or powerful."
"Each one of them would be worth hundreds of millions!"
"You all better be smart!"
Bai Chen suddenly had a bad feeling.
These young and handsome men.
Could it be...?
The group stopped in front of a door.
As a crisp notification sound rang out, the heavy door of the clubhouse was opened from the inside.
"Sister Linda...."
"I've brought the person..."
The lobby manager bowed his head with a fawning expression.
He kept smiling from beginning to end.
"Hmm...they all look alright."
"come in."
A woman's languid voice drifted out.
The lobby manager waved his hand, signaling everyone to go inside.
Bai Chen followed at the back of these people and went inside as well.
Inside the spacious clubhouse.
The air was filled with a strong, overpowering scent of perfume.
They should all be high-end brand perfumes, so they shouldn't smell too pungent.
There were five women in the entire club.
Just browse around.
They were almost all heavily made up and dressed provocatively.
They all looked to be in their thirties or forties or older.
There were some expensive red wines on the table.
There were also some sparse traces of flour.
'They're just a bunch of drug addicts...'
My impression of these 'socialites' and 'ladies' in high society has never been very good.
Most of them are financially independent.
Or perhaps their husbands are nouveau riche.
Aside from eating out and shopping, I usually spend money on other things.
The only remaining source of fun is to seek thrills in these kinds of entertainment venues.
I glanced at it briefly.
Among these five women.
Only one woman was different.
She looked elegant and sophisticated in a beige dress.
Even with short hair, she still ties it up.
She wore very light makeup.
He was leaning against the corner of the sofa, looking at his phone.
"It's her..."
"Zhang Haiyan..."
The leader of the female mercenary group codenamed "Seagull".
She is the mother of Ye Cunxin, the female special forces soldier in "Fire Phoenix".
She was the first female lead ever introduced in film and television.
The lighting inside the club was a little dim.
I can't see the woman's figure clearly.
...
"Cough cough."
"Cheer up, all of you!"
The chaplain clapped his hands.
"Everyone, look up."
"Let the older sisters see..."
A dozen or so young people slowly raised their heads.
Just like the goods in a seafood market, anyone can choose what they want.
The women looked around.
They all wore expressions of disappointment.
Zhang Haiyan also looked on with a curious expression.
When their eyes met, the woman clearly frowned.
The other party simply invited me.
This is because the two companies are about to start a collaboration.
But Zhang Haiyan had never actually seen what Bai Chen looked like.
Even if we were face to face now, we wouldn't recognize each other.
"Is this the stuff in the Peace Hotel?"
"It looks so-so..."
One of the heavily made-up mature women, whose breasts were partially exposed, said disdainfully.
Then the other women echoed their agreement.
"yes..."
"They all look very thin."
"You think you can fool us with a little boy like this?"
"It's truly an eyesore..."
Several women chattered and waved their hands impatiently.
The slick-haired manager immediately understood.
He quickly told the young people to leave immediately, preparing to replace them with a new batch.
Bai Chen stood behind the waiters the whole time.
Walk in the last position.
I had only taken a few steps when a woman's voice suddenly called out from behind me.
"That person!"
"Stop!" (Ren Baoqun)
"Yes, that's right, I'm talking about you!"
"Stop!"