"Nazha, mind your image," her sister Jianati said, switching to Uyghur.
"Does it matter? There are no outsiders here," Nazha replied in their hotown dialect.
The two started a back-and-forth bickering.
Her sister was the first to realize sothing was off and apologized to Sun Dasheng: "I got carried away arguing with Nazha and almost forgot we have a guest here, I’m really sorry."
Hearing her sister’s words, Nazha also realized her earlier behavior was inappropriate—wasn’t she neglecting him?
So she quickly whispered an apology in his embrace.
Sun Dasheng patted her head, then looked at her sister and said, "It’s okay, it’s quite refreshing to hear you speak Uyghur. I’ve never heard anyone around speak it before."
And thus, he dismissed it with a smile.
He then suggested going out for dinner together.
Jianati looked outside, noticing it was already dark, "I didn’t realize it was already dark, how careless of to forget about dinner."
"No worries, we can just eat out," said Sun Dasheng.
Guli Nazha, in his arms, chid in, "Sis, let’s just eat out. We didn’t let you know we were coming today, how could you have prepared anything?"
"Well... alright!"
The three of them got ready and headed out by car.
The dinner spot was an unconventional private kitchen.
The owner here hailed from a border region, and the cuisine was mostly of that style.
How did he know?
Of course, it was thanks to the ever-reliable little secretary.
The private dining room was booked in advance.
The dishes were ordered ahead of ti.
By the ti the three of them arrived, the table was already covered with dishes.
There weren’t many dishes, just about a dozen.
But the portions looked quite intimidating.
The whole roast lamb in the center of the large round table seed enough for just the three of them.
"Wow! That’s way too much! Can the three of us finish it?" Jianati exclaid as they entered the private room.
"If we can’t finish it, we can pack it and take it ho, it’s fine. Plus, I can eat a lot," Sun Dasheng said with a smile, pulling out chairs for them.
"Thank you!" Jianati felt very touched by his gentlemanly gesture.
It seems her sister indeed found a wonderful match.
When she first heard about it, she was very worried because her sister had never been easy on this front, dating several lousy boyfriends, causing her reputation to fly around the entertainnt circle.
She was afraid her sister would et another bad one.
But it seems her concerns were unnecessary.
This one not only had wealth and looks but also ca from a well-mannered family with evidently good character.
Her sister finally hit the jackpot.
She hoped her sister would cherish it.
After the al,
they didn’t head straight ho.
Instead, they took the two to a private clubhouse.
Sun Dasheng had an abundance of VIP cards for these high-end private clubhouses.
Most of them were simply brought to him, signed by his secretary.
This place mainly revolved around indoor sports.
Although it was more high-end, which ant more costly.
The three of them walked in.
Imdiately, a greeter ca to welco them.
When Sun Dasheng produced the clubhouse’s top-tier Diamond VIP Card, the reception staff quickly picked up their intercom and summoned the manager.
The manager was a sporty beauty in her thirties who looked very clean and neat.
"I heard a distinguished guest has arrived. Welco! I am Linda, the manager here. I will be in charge of your itinerary today."
Following Linda were several people, likely personnel specifically assigned to top VIPs.
The money spent here was truly worthwhile, and the prestige was more than evident.
"We just finished eating, so we’d prefer sothing leisurely rather than intense. Do you have any options?" Sun Dasheng asked.
"Yes," Linda imdiately replied, "We have indoor golf on the first floor, indoor bowling on the third, and indoor billiards on the fifth. These are less strenuous activities. Where would you like to go?"
Sun Dasheng glanced at the two Nazha sisters beside him.
Nazha said, "Let’s play so billiards. I’m good at that."
Jianati laughed and said, "We’ll go along with Nazha’s choice then."
"Alright, it’s decided," Sun Dasheng looked at Linda.
Linda elegantly bent over and gestured, "Please follow !"
The fifth floor was lavishly decorated.
It should be said that the entire clubhouse had an intensely luxurious style, likely an owner wanting to show everyone that this was a high-end place.
The expression was a bit unrefined.
But there was nothing wrong with it.
The billiards room here had both public areas, with several valuable-looking billiard tables, likely for those with social needs.
It’s quite nice for everyone to gather here, play a little, and talk business.
Sun Dasheng noticed each billiard table was accompanied by a uniford girl, each seemingly quite skilled.
It seems the owner well understood the psychology of LSPs.
Who could resist the dual delights of playing billiards and the appeal of the uniform?
Only to say, the wealthy truly know how to enjoy themselves.
If soone didn’t like public spaces, there were also private rooms with good privacy.
Each room had a single billiard table.
In addition, there were red sofas for rest (was this implying sothing?), a 100 inch ultra-high-definition TV.
Tables were filled with various delicious snacks.
The wine cabinets were packed with various fine wines.
The owner certainly had a remarkable touch.
Taking a closer look, Sun Dasheng felt this place was like a bedroom at ho with the bed removed and replaced with a billiard table; otherwise, it was no different from a luxurious bedroom.
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