Chapter 175

The top floor, Imperial Club.

Beneath dazzling crystal chandeliers, girls swayed their slender waists in the center of the dance floor.

Their sheer skirts fluttered with the rhythm of the music.

Ye Xiaofeng's gaze swept across the room.

Money and beauty were always inseparable.

"Mr. Li, please take the seat of honor!"

Hong Qigong pointed to the gilded dragon throne.

The pure gold armrests shimmered under the lights.

Ye Xiaofeng gave a slight bow. "You are the host, Qigong. The main seat is rightfully yours."

A glint of satisfaction flashed in Hong Qigong's eyes.

He laughed heartily and pulled Ye Xiaofeng to sit beside him.

The merchants took their seats one by one, their eyes burning with intensity.

Song Yazhi leaned in and whispered, "We're at the next table."

She gave a subtle wink.

Ye Xiaofeng nodded in acknowledgment and said no more.

This woman simply couldn't contain herself.

"A toast to welcome Mr. Li!"

Hong Qigong was the first to rise.

The clinking of glasses filled the air.

"To Mr. Li!"

Amid the boisterous flattery, Ye Xiaofeng took a small sip.

Delicacies were served in succession, and the song and dance grew more alluring.

Hong Qigong shot a meaningful glance to the man beside him.

The middle-aged man immediately raised his glass and stood.

"Mr. Li, I am Yu Gui of the Federation."

He offered his glass with both hands. "I heard you plan to invest in Qushui City. I am truly honored!"

Ye Xiaofeng raised his glass in return.

Yu Gui seized the moment to sit down. "Last year, investors from Hong Kong put in two hundred million, but it was all in the service industry."

He changed tack. "Do you plan to build factories or engage in trade?"

"My brothers are all in real estate."

Ye Xiaofeng swirled his glass. "I have a preference for the snack industry."

The corner of his mouth lifted. "Making two billion is not a difficult task."

The entire room fell silent.

Yu Gui downed his entire glass in one gulp. "Mr. Li has remarkable ambition!"

Hong Xianzhang immediately chimed in. "President Yu's annual output is sixty million!"

He looked eagerly at Ye Xiaofeng. "Absolutely reliable!"

"I have a capacity of ten million!"

"I can handle twenty million!"

The merchants rushed to shout out their numbers.

Hong Qigong narrowed his eyes as he studied Ye Xiaofeng.

The dance music suddenly became more intense.