Top Grade Immortal Emperor in the Flower City

Upon reaching the entrance of the club, two doormen very politely stopped the three of them.

"Sir, please show your VIP card," one doorman said with a smile, obviously well-trained.

Mo Xing wasn't upset and took out a black card from his pocket, inlaid with a dazzling diamond.

"Respected Diamond VIP, welcome to your visit. The Affection Club is at your service. Please!"

When the doorman saw the card, his eyes showed some shock. Diamond VIPs were not a common sight. Even some scions of the Imperial Capital had only cards of other levels.

Stepping through the entrance, rows of elegant women clad in red cheongsams stood straight, hands properly at their waists, faces smiling, revealing a hint of pearly teeth.

"Good evening, sir, please follow me," a woman said, stepping forward and leading Ye Ling and his companions ahead.

Ye Ling sized up the lobby. There was one thing to say about this lobby—it was expensive.

Every decorative item was extravagantly priced. Clearly, these were not fakes or inferior goods, and most crucially, these luxurious items still carried an aristocratic air.

Directly in front of the hall was a screen carved from mahogany, depicting dragons and phoenixes so lifelike that Ye Ling estimated that the screen alone was worth no less than a hundred thousand.

Passing the screen, they found themselves in a wide domed corridor with a floor of tempered glass under which koi fish swam leisurely.

Soft light shone through the glass, making the fish within seem as ethereal as those from a celestial pool.

Above in the domed passage were sparkling panels of light, flickering in vibrant colors, dazzling yet not blinding, creating a comfortable atmosphere.

"Tsk tsk, the owner of this club really knows what they're doing, completely understanding people's hearts. Not bad."

Ye Ling admired it. This kind of club could probably make an ordinary person completely lose their bearings once inside, as if they had entered the White House, utterly baffled.

"Oh! Isn't this Young Master Mo? What brings you back here?"

"Hey, Brother Xing, hold on a sec, I need to meet someone. I'll come back later to have a few drinks with you. You've got to grant me that honor."

"Oh dear, Brother Xing, it's been such a long time since I've seen you. Tonight, we must drink until we can't stand!

One after another, fashionably dressed city men and women perked up with smiles upon seeing Mo Xing, indicative of his reputation in the Imperial Capital.

"Tsk tsk, can't help it, too famous, commanding such popularity, sorry for the laughter," Mo Xing said, far from modest, just short of placing his hands on his hips and bursting into triumphant laughter.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

The cheongsam-clad woman led the three through the domed corridor to a hall—each seated area was meticulously decorated.

And to the sides of these scattered tables were sofa seats, which clearly were a notch higher in class.

In the center, on a vast circular stage, some well-known performers were singing their hearts out, laughing constantly, putting more effort than during a real concert.

As Ye Ling surveyed the surroundings, he noticed that there were several floors above, with the second floor consisting of private rooms separated by glass, though unable to see inside.

"Come, let's sit here first, have a drink, and there will be plenty of beauties later during the peak of the night. Shenfeng, your happiness might just be here," Mo Xing said, pointing to a sofa in a corner and heading there. The three of them took their seats.

"Bring on the drinks, a bottle of the year 2000 Lafite, and some beer as well," Mo Xing commanded grandly, and the cheongsam-clad woman nodded swiftly.

Mo Xing scoffed, "You guys say, that famous Lafite vineyard only produces a few hundred thousand bottles a year, but damn it, every year we Huaxia people alone drink tens of millions of bottles."

"This is purely seeking deception. They don't even produce that much, where would he find the real deal to drink?"

"Also, that so-called '82 Lafite is pure bullshit, a marketing gimmick drummed up by a bunch of unscrupulous merchants just to make money off these fools."

"The Lafite folks don't even have an '82, but young master here does have pee from '82, though it's also gone cold, haha!"

"This year's Lafite is already the best wine on the market. Let's try it later, the taste, you've got to say, is really delightful!"

Ye Ling looked on as Mo Xing rambled, casting a glance around. He actually spotted several big-name stars who were prominent on the TV screen.

Each of them was fawning and smiling, greeting the people around them, but the people around them didn't seem all that eager to interact with them, making the scene seem like a dream.

"Don't be surprised, at best they're just actors, made a bit of money. If they really piss off the people here, they can easily be banned and put on ice without a place to cry."

"And let me tell you, the few who really climbed up the ladder using men, you know the one who played a princess before?" Stay updated with empire

"She's doing quite well now, married to a foreign official, looking quite the part. The rest, all damn wastrels."

Yet Ye Ling wasn't listening to these words. Stars are people too; they need to live their lives. Few know about their struggles behind the scenes, and they too have the right to pursue happiness.

Just then, a beauty in a cheongsam came over with a tray of wine, carefully placing all the drinks on the table, bending over, revealing a dazzling whiteness inside.

"Tsk, tsk, Shenfeng, what do you think about this girl? Let me tell you, the waitresses and receptionists here all have at least a bachelor's degree, even some with master's degrees."

Mo Xing said proudly, acting as if he were showing off his own property.

"Hey beauty, go get me a bottle of mineral water, I'm a bit thirsty," Ye Ling rubbed his throat.

The cheongsam-clad beauty quickly nodded, "May I ask which kind you would like, sir?"

"Mineral water comes in kinds? Tell me about it, educate me," Ye Ling said with a laugh.

"Of course, sir, the cheapest mineral water here is 888 yuan per bottle, and the most expensive is 9999 yuan a bottle, all imported from abroad."

The beauty explained carefully, and Ye Ling was instantly dumbfounded. Damn, what kind of mineral water costs ten thousand, are you joking with me?

Seeing Ye Ling's reaction, Mo Xing hurriedly waved, "Give him the most expensive one to calm him down. Look at him, he's never seen the world."

"Alright, sir, please wait a moment," the beauty in the cheongsam nodded and left.

Ye Ling's eyes widened, "Damn it, are they crazy? Are they selling water or robbing us? To think that I, a big tycoon, can't even afford a bottle of mineral water."

"Enough, stop embarrassing yourself. I've drunk the most expensive mineral water, ten thousand US dollars a bottle, and it was a limited edition. You just don't understand the world of the wealthy," Mo Xing dismissed with a wave of his hand.

It wasn't long before the beauty returned, handing the mineral water to Ye Ling. He grabbed the water and guzzled a big gulp viciously, then pursed his lips.

"Damn it, that sip was a few hundred bucks of banknotes. Apart from being a bit sweeter than tap water, I really can't taste what's so good about it."

Ye Ling shook his head and sighed. He didn't understand the world of the wealthy, yet he forgot that he was one of them.