Throughout the journey, Chen Hao’s mind was consumed with Gu Heng’s invitation.
To be honest, he was hesitating...
The sry Gu Heng offered him was very tempting; 40,000 a month, which added up to 480,000 a year...
Even in big cities like Shanghai and Beijing, this level of sry definitely ranked among the highest, tens of thousands more than his own annual ie including the year-end bonus...
If it were another hotel trying to poach him, he would have epted without hesitation and immediately jumped ship...
But now it was just Gu Heng’s private invitation that made him hesitate...
Chen Hao wasn’t worried that Gu Heng couldn’t afford the sry, after all, he had seen for himself the level of Gu Heng’s spending; just one night’s amodation was equivalent to half a month of his own sry.
What truly concerned him was stability...
Although his current ie wasn’t very high, it was stable. Arge hotel group like Hyatt Group was a ce countless people were breaking their heads to get into.
But if he became Gu Heng’s personal butler and after some time Gu Heng wasn’t satisfied and kicked him to the curb, where would he go to cry?
While Chen Hao was lost in his thoughts, the Bentley Flying Spur had already stopped at the entrance of FT Bar.
Professionalism brought Chen Hao back from his thoughts. After parking the car, he hurriedly got out and went to the back seat, slowly opening the car door...
Many young men and women were outside FT Bar at the moment, all turning their gazes in this direction...
Generally speaking, ces like bars and nightclubs were no strangers to luxury cars; not just Bentleys, but even Ferraris, Lamborghinis, and McLarens were amon sight...
But there’s a saying that goes well.
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It’s not frightening to encounter a Bentley on the street; what’s frightening is a Bentley with a chauffeur.
Bentleys, being a brand that focuses on businessfort, are primarily made for sessful middle-aged individuals, except for models like the Continental that are sports cars.
Seeing a young person driving a multi-million-dor supercar might not mean they’re wealthy because too many people rent cars to show off nowadays.
Buting across a Bentley on the road, like Gu Heng has, with a professional driver—there is no doubt that’s a wealthy person.
And the next scene further confirmed the suspicions of those around...
"Mr. Gu!"
Jiajun, who had been waiting at the door, had sharp eyes and spotted Gu Heng stepping out of the passenger side immediately, approaching with a smile apanied by several of the bar’s security guards...
Casting a discreet nce inside the car and seeing that Gu Heng was alone, he couldn’t help but ask again, "Mr. Gu, are you alone? Aren’t Sister Jia and Sister Jinging?"
Initially, Gu Heng nned toe with He Jing and Lin Jiayun, but upon leaving the hotel, He Jing suddenly didn’t want toe, so Gu Heng didn’t insist and even left Lin Jiayun at the hotel to apany her.
"Yes, I’m alone," Gu Heng briefly replied and then turned to look at Jiajun’s several security personnel who were dressed in substandard suits and resembled gangsters, inquiring, "What’s with this charade?"
Truth be told, Gu Heng’s taste had gradually improved.
But!
He still enjoyed this kind of lowbrow showing off; otherwise, why didn’t he just get out of the car right away instead of sitting inside waiting for Chen Hao to open the door?
Jiajun really got Gu Heng’s point...
Upon hearing Gu Heng’s question, Jiajun hastily grinned and said, "The club’s just been through the New Year, so all sorts of people are around. I called a few guys to ensure your safety, Mr. Gu, to prevent any ignorant fools from disturbing your fun time."
Jiajun had figured out Gu Heng’s character thest time Gu Heng spent money at FT Bar and had deliberately called for some security personnel because he knew Gu Heng liked to show off.
But of course, he couldn’t admit that he was there just to help Gu Heng with his pretense...
The excuse was quite reasonable.
Gu Heng was well aware that Jiajun was talking nonsense but still smiled at him in satisfaction...
No wonder ancient emperors liked sycophants; it was mainly too satisfying. What difference was there between someone like this, who knew how to cater to his preferences and coulde up with a reasonable excuse, and the sycophants of ancient times?
"Mr. Gu, your VIP booth has been arranged. After receiving your message, I immediately had the manager reserve a BOSS card for you."
Gu Heng nodded slightly to Jiajun’s words and then turned to Chen Hao, who was still standing by, and instructed, "You can go back first. I’m probably going to y for a while inside; I’ll let you know in advance when it’s time to return."
"Alright."
Chen Hao continued to stand and watch until Gu Heng entered before he got back into the car.
...
...
This was Gu Heng’s second visit here, and he no longer had the surging excitement he’d had thest time; he was much more nonchnt.
As Gu Heng walked towards the booth led by Jiajun, people in the ordinary booths nearby couldn’t help but cast their gazes toward him...
In ces like nightclubs, it’s very easy to feel the disparity.
And this sense of disparity is caused by nothing more than envy and jealousy.
Others sit in booths with a minimum spend of tens of thousands, while you sit at stand-alone tables.
Others drink expensive liquors costing thousands or tens of thousands, while you drink beer that’s just a few tens of yuan.
Even the girls cuddling in their arms are prettier than yours—could there be no disparity?
And now...
Someone like Gu Heng, with security guards clearing the way specially for him, was unmistakably a person of extraordinary status, as long as one wasn’t blind.
"Mr. Gu, here is our FT Bar’s number 03 BOSS booth, which also offers the best view in the ce," Jiajun said, working to make his voice heard over the ring music while introducing the spot to Gu Heng.
Gu Heng responded with an OK sign and then settled grandly into the sofa.