Seven or eight scantily clad beauties were already waiting for the three men in the room, and the table was piled high with expensive foreign liquor.
"So, Yuyang, are you happy with the arrangements? Don't hold back. Your big brother's treating today."
"Um... Mr. Liu, weren't we here to discuss business?"
"That's fine. We'll talk over lunch tomorrow. Today, just enjoy yourself."
With that, Liu Qiyong had the driver bring in five hundred thousand yuan in cash and spread it across the table in stacks.
"Make sure my buddy here has a good time. If you do, take whatever you want. There's more if that's not enough!"
Qiao Yu'ang was pulled to the middle of the sofa and surrounded by a group of scantily dressed, voluptuous beauties. He felt a little uncomfortable. Wu Fangfang seemed to notice and sat beside him with a glass of wine.
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
