Reborn with Consumption System

Chapter 1000 - 404: Just Showing Off—It’s No Big Deal!

The security guards stood with legs apart, chest out, facing outward, hands behind their backs, forming a human fence.Inside, the team creating the ambiance and the waitress sisters were collectively bowing, but no one was making any loud noise.

It’s so shockingly impressive!

Those with means were craning their necks to see, and those without were climbing higher to look, even the railings on the second floor were crowded with people checking out the situation.

As for those beauties who came alone or with friends to mix in the scene...

They had long formed another circle around the security guards, eagerly peeping into the center.

In such an atmosphere, Han Lie casually sat at the very center of the central booth, raised his chin slightly, and signaled the marketing team to put down the drinks.

He didn’t even need to say a word.

Fang Yuan and the others were so excited their faces turned completely red.

Don’t be fooled into thinking they were all so-called young masters, playing wildly overseas, yet they had never experienced this kind of feeling.

Dragon-like formation, silence accompanying, the spotlight of the venue, worship from everyone...

What kind of imposing aura is this?

"Damn! God Lie, you know how to play!"

"Exactly!" Wang Jicheng shouted, "This is way cooler than some bullshit ’Congrats to table 8 for winning whatever’!"

Du Xiaoshuai stood in the aisle, commanding like a spokesperson: "Open the drinks, open the drinks! Brothers, God Lie doesn’t like pretense, drink freely!"

Han Lie smiled faintly, hiding his accomplishments and name.

"Just felt they were too noisy, affecting the conversation. I didn’t expect this kind of effect."

Of course, this was nonsense.

When everyone is trying hard to make a big noise, when the DJ is always shouting hoarsely for the scene, when people have become numb to routine exaggerations...

Silence is the biggest difference.

The effects before his eyes were within Han Lie’s expectations, yet even better than he expected.

Today, there were too many big shots at MYST, you can’t control others from making noise, they are all big spenders, why should they listen to you?

But Han Lie could control his own presence.

You can make the scene noisy, but I can make it quiet, feel the difference yourself.

...

In the front row, Wang Dashao, whose spirits were initially high, turned completely gloomy after hearing some ridicule aimed at him.

Some people just because the music suddenly lowered, didn’t control the volume of their discussion;

Others simply did it on purpose.

His popularity within the circle was far from as good as outsiders thought.

"Who’s this asshole Wang Siming? Thinks he’s something special after spending 300 or 400 thousand, he’s supposedly the richest man?"

"In the Magic Capital, what’s he? Nothing!"

"No matter how much money he has, he’s still an upstart, do the true young masters favor him?"

"Haha, his presence got crushed, love to see it!"

...

Wang Dashao was naturally furious beyond measure.

"Who’s the idiot causing trouble behind?! Damnit, targeting me on purpose?!"

Though his voice wasn’t loud, he did curse angrily.

In a nightclub setting, he didn’t need to fear anyone, of course, there were also many who didn’t care about him, at most just exchanged insults behind each other’s backs, the likelihood of a clash was truly low.

"Wang Shao, it’s Fang Yuan and his friends."

A follower leaned in to whisper, still showing respect in his words towards Fang Yuan — sucking up to Wang Shao is logical, but following him to challenge Fang Yuan means having shit for brains.

To diffuse Wang Dashao’s anger, he brought up some news heard through friends.

"But today seems arranged for a newcomer, Fang and others usually aren’t this high-profile, it might be that newcomer stirring things up."

"Newcomer? Is that fool having a bit of money and not knowing how to spend it?"

For the sake of saving face, Wang Dashao naturally couldn’t turn around to look, as if he needed to worship someone else.

He mouthed off a couple of times, and had no other options, soon called his exclusive marketing team with a gloomy face.

"What are you guys doing? Music’s stopped, and I can’t drink?! When will it resume?!"

"Sorry, sorry!"

Regardless of right or wrong, the marketers kept bowing apologetically immediately, first apologizing, then explaining.

"Right away, right away, the manager informed us that it would resume immediately after the drinks are served... look, the DJ is on stage!"

Little Wang angrily kicked the table in front, knocking two bottles of beer off, which were promptly cleaned up.

"Damn! Truly unlucky!"

His displeasure was understandable, anyone else placed in his position wouldn’t be happy.

On the other side, the Chip King Prince was stunned, holding a small internet celebrity, unexpectedly finding out the nightclub could be played like this.

Of course, he knew Fang Yuan, even wanted to make friends for a long time, just never had the chance.

So he didn’t curse, just curiously called marketers, interestedly asking, "If I also wanted to do it like this, how much would it cost?"

The marketing manager, since instructed to pacify guests through earphones, had a respectful, even humble attitude.

"Qin Shao, this matter was quite sudden, we must show respect to those few, please understand...

As for copying the same...

Our director just confirmed the standard — 2 million per session, valid only for the occasion, and can only be done once per hour, doing more would impact other VIP experiences..."

"Alright, alright!"

Chip King Prince waved, feeling he had asked too presumptuously.

But, not understanding the situation, his internet celebrity girlfriend half-jokingly snapped flattering: "Only 2 million? Baby, that’s nothing to you! Next time take me to try it, I want to record a video for my social media, okay?"

"Alright, alright, next time there’s an opportunity, I’ll take you to experience it!"

He was bragging, but internally rolling his eyes.

million?!

Is this just a matter of money?

I need to have the presence!

The Chip King Prince wasn’t unable to spend 2 million, he had considerable personal wealth at his disposal, plus, anyway, if not finished, the drinks could be stored, consumed slowly.

Mainly, he couldn’t hold up such a scene.

As the hottest nightclub in the Magic Capital currently, who knows how many real young masters are playing in some corner daily?

While it’s fun to act like a big shot, if you accidentally offend a true second generation who retaliates, is it worth it?

So this matter must not be considered too simply; many can afford such consumption, but few qualify to be so flashy.

The Chip King Prince could only admire, but truly daring to do it himself, he wouldn’t dare.

...

In the upstairs private room, Yu Ping’an was having a small gathering with friends, naturally also saw this scene.

Yu Ping’an didn’t look much like his father, inheriting more of his mother’s good looks.

He stood about 178cm tall, was slender, had a refined appearance, wearing black-framed glasses and a tastefully fashionable casual suit.

"That guy hanging out with Fang Yuan seems unfamiliar?"

Yu Ping’an stood by the railing, watching the scene below with interest.

Whether or not others stole the spotlight, it wouldn’t cause him any negative emotions; he simply felt that the guy had a strong presence, doing things in an unconventional style, possessing a tiger’s boldness, seemingly a person who can succeed.

Among the accompanying friends, there was someone studying in Europe and also a member of the study abroad association.

Though they hadn’t greeted Fang Yuan and others, just by checking the internal group, they could easily find out.

"Ping’an, that young man is quite something."

Wang Tiecheng introduced with excitement: "His name is Han Lie, quite famous in the private equity circle; considered half of your family’s peers, though he’s mainly in the market, every stock he’s handled since his debut hasn’t failed, earning the nickname God Lie.

I’ve heard about him from classmates in private equity, described as possessing ’an exceptional market sensitivity’; he might not be too famous outside yet, but industry insiders admire his moves the more they study his operations, many think he might be the next Xu Xiang.

Remember Minghui?

That guy is now working at Han Lie’s company, isn’t it coincidental?"

Yu Ping’an laughed out loud.

"What’s coincidental? The Magic Capital itself isn’t that big..."

Just this one sentence showed Yu Ping’an’s amazing courage and ambitions.

After a pause, he added: "Let’s go down later and offer a toast, I’m quite interested in him, Fang Yuan may not do his own business right, but seems to have improved in making friends."

"Sure, we’ll go together!"

The decision was made, not needing Han Lie to pay respects to the mountains, the mountain came to him.

That’s the advantage of behaving unconventionally.

Those daring to brag and able to make it convincing will always be viewed differently.

And this, for Han Lie, was just a drizzle...

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I’ve been adjusting biological clock recently preparing for treatment, waking up in the middle of the night, just finished writing.