Even if occasionally there are second-generation rich kids following their fathers here, it's completely within control and won't disrupt the club's original tone.
Understanding this, Zhou Wang couldn't help but smile faintly. It's hard to say whether today's hospitality at Building Nine was in respect to Guo Wangshan or targeting himself for pulling strings.
The "Little Blue Bottle" he held was truly the trump card for managing the upper-class society. The mysterious owner behind this club probably had an eye on him for a long time.
This suite, which catered to his lifestyle habits in some small details, certainly wasn't prepared on a whim today.
Setting aside those cigars and wines, even the astronaut artwork hanging on the SPA room wall was definitely something appreciated by those not in older age due to its evident metaverse elements.
"Me? Just a person with a few bucks to my name."
With thoughts swirling in his mind, Zhou Wang casually replied.
"I don't believe that!"
