The nightclubs in Kyoto open a bit earlier than those in other cities.
It’s not even ten o’clock yet.
MIX Club has already moved past the warm-up phase, with various dazzling lights flashing around. The pulsating sound waves sweep through the large interior. In the center of the dance floor, men and women twist their bodies, displaying their charms to the opposite sex.
The charm of a big city is not only because of its prosperity.
It’s also because of its diversity and entertainment. The exuberant enjoyment of a nightclub like MIX is hard to experience in smaller cities.
Gu Bai walked through the corridor with Zeng Yaning, Shen Qiu, and seven other beautiful women, drawing envious or jealous gazes from all around. Four tall and sturdy bodyguards guarded Gu Bai closely, deterring any prying watchers.
The key to nightclub marketing is acumen. With Gu Bai’s presence, many marketers had already targeted him secretly. However, intimidated by the bodyguards’ might, none dared to approach for a long time. As the saying goes, timid ones starve, bold ones overeat.
Among so many marketers, there are always fearless ones. A man in his thirties summoned his courage and walked toward Gu Bai. The man looked decent, dressed fashionably, and had a buzz cut that gave him a spirited appearance rather than a thuggish one.
"Sir, would you like me to arrange a table for you? I’m MIX’s marketing manager, Cao Rui. If you don’t mind, just call me Xiaocao."
Looking at the marketer in front of him, Gu Bai nodded with satisfaction. Fınd the newest release on 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹·𝗳𝗶𝗿𝗲·𝗻𝗲𝘁
He had been walking around here for a few minutes, and finally, someone came to greet him. Gu Bai knew his bodyguards’ presence could be intimidating, but there was no other option. In a place like a nightclub, he always feared encountering reckless newcomers. If anything went wrong, even sending them to jail for ten years wouldn’t be worth it.
"Manager Cao, is it? I wonder if you still have any tables available?"
This time, Gu Bai didn’t let Principal Wang arrange for him. Otherwise, with his reputation, any nightclub in the Workers’ Stadium would prepare its VIP tables for Gu Bai’s presence. He was merely here to enjoy the nightclub atmosphere, and it would be meaningless to make such a fuss.
Hearing Gu Bai’s response, Cao Rui was overjoyed and promptly said, "We have, we have. May I know your surname, sir? I’ll arrange it for you right away."
Gu Bai’s tone was indifferent, without the unnecessary politeness of saying "no need to be so courteous." In front of this small marketer, he was already extremely noble. In his future life, those who could make him add these words when introducing himself were few and far between.
"I wonder what kind of table Young Master Gu would like?"
"Give me the best you have left."
In places like nightclubs, Cao Rui had seen all kinds of people. He had encountered many who asked for the best without considering the price, but most would find excuses to leave once they knew the price. The few who remained often paid with gritted teeth. However, Cao Rui didn’t sense any pretentiousness from Gu Bai. It seemed that asking for the best was just an everyday routine for this gentleman.
"The best table we have left is the VIP table number 666, a huge table for 30 people."
Cao Rui didn’t ask if Gu Bai wanted it. After introducing it, he stood by, waiting for Gu Bai’s response.
Hearing Gu Bai’s answer, Cao Rui’s joy surged again. Just as he had expected, this gentleman was not short on money. Otherwise, why would he bring so many beautiful women and a few bodyguards?
Cao Rui quickly invited, "Young Master Gu, please come with your friends, and I’ll take you to the table."
After that, Cao Rui led the way, and Gu Bai followed with a call.
After Gu Bai and the others left, the surrounding marketers regretted it secretly. Although this young gentleman had a grand demeanor and seemed unapproachable, he was clearly easy to talk to. They immediately blamed their earlier cowardice.
Bypassing the dance floor and down the corridor, Cao Rui led Gu Bai and his group to a large VIP table.
Eight sofas surrounded the table, leaving only one side facing outward. The main seat in the center of the sofa offered a wide view, with the central stage visible at a glance. In the center of the table were three transparent crystal tables joined together. The light on the label was not lit, indicating that the table was not currently reserved.
"Young Master Gu, are you satisfied with this table?"
Cao Rui stood beside Gu Bai, smiling flatteringly.
Gu Bai didn’t speak and simply nodded, then turned to the ladies behind him, "What do you think of this place?"
Being able to be invited by Shen Qiu, even if they didn’t party often, they must have visited occasionally. However, opportunities to sit at top-notch tables were rare. They responded promptly, "Young Master Gu, whatever you arrange is fine."
Shen Qiu: "Our opinions don’t matter. As long as Young Master Gu likes it, anywhere is fine."
Seeing the understanding of the girls, Gu Bai didn’t say more and looked at Cao Rui, "Then we’ll take this table."
Before Cao Rui could mention the price, Gu Bai continued, "Also, bring me a set of Da Shenlong, three bottles of Louis XIII Cognac, and three separate bottles of the Black-Gold Edition Armand de Brignac. As for snacks and fruit platters, you can decide."
Gu Bai was well aware that such VIP tables didn’t have fixed prices, only based on one’s spending ability. So he went ahead and ordered everything he needed at once.