How can I justify myself as a Magnate if I don't indulge myself? Chapter 154 - 105: Scumbag Ancestor

All kinds of colorful lights were flashing, and from ti to ti the dance floor would erupt with a wave of heat, along with girls dancing with their sultry bodies.

Gu Heng had been lingering at the edge of the dance floor for quite so ti, watching the girls dancing inside, and had only one comnt to make...

And that was saucy...

Besides the girls...

There were also quite a few guys searching for their targets within the dance floor...

It only took a glance...

As soon as two people saw eye to eye, they would imdiately cling to each other and twist away...

The more conservative ones might stop at so physical contact...

But the more open-minded ones would start kissing as they danced...

Gu Heng witnessed a man and woman who didn’t know each other before, but now they had been embracing and kissing for at least five minutes, tongues probably going numb...

FT nightclub’s motto was about being reckless youth, selling happiness, releasing stress, escaping reality...

But the more Gu Heng watched, the more it resembled a large-scale pimping venue...

He wasn’t socially anxious, but he still hadn’t gone down to the dance floor after almost 20 minutes...

Mainly because the visual impact was too much...

He considered himself quite open-minded, but it was clear that compared to these people, he was still far behind...

These people were truly indifferent to at or veg...

Watching the wild antics of the crowd, Gu Heng suddenly thought of a phrase he saw back when he was still a corporate drone...

Nightclubs are like a prival forest.

Here, there is a scene similar to that of primitive society’s courting and reproduction, where n search for won they like and then show off their best side, which might be wealth, good looks, or even conversational skills, all in the hope of finding a woman to mate with, much as primitive n would showcase their prey and strong bodies; won have it even simpler, sa as before, by displaying their face, breasts, legs, their physical stamina and liveliness in dance and conversation, even seductive charm is enough, without needing to show their capacity to bear children.

Because what’s considered in nightclubs is not the plan for a century but rather a one-ti, or multiple, mutually beneficial arrangent.

After all, it’s a nightclub.

Other than so who indeed co to blow off work stress or like himself, who’s just idling about looking for fun...

Going to such a place, everyone understands the intentions people bring with them.

Shaking his head, Gu Heng abandoned his inner musings. He might be vulgar, but not to the extent of desperation shown here; he would rather discuss life with gold-digging won than associate with these living dictionaries.

What is a living dictionary?

A dictionary is sothing that anyone can look up.

Without looking back, he headed towards his own private booth...

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anwhile, inside booth Boss03, the atmosphere was very lively...

The presence of Louis XIII, Martell Cordon Bleu, and Ace of Spades on the table let the girls know that the marketer who invited them hadn’t lied: the person who opened the booth was definitely wealthy.

As regulars in the nightclub scene, they were quite clear about the value of these drinks...

Right now, they were eager to see what the booth’s owner was like...

These girls were out to have fun and were sowhat different from hostesses. Normally, hostesses have a clear price tag; as long as the money is right, anything goes.

But they had more freedom to choose. If soone was just rich but looked like Zhu Bajie, they would still take ti to think it over...

It was fair...

Just as others were selecting them, they were also making choices, it was just a matter of whose capital was more substantial...

This was the love found in nightclubs, more like a transaction based on interests...

As everyone’s thoughts varied, Gu Heng had already returned to the booth from the dance floor.

"Mr. Gu, these are the girls who wanted to get to know you, I’ve kept them here as per your instructions," said Jiajun, prompting Gu Heng to glance inside the booth and see that the won, who were all rather attractive, patted Jiajun on the shoulder, saying, "You’ve been through a lot."

He was no fool...

Every woman here had a attractiveness score of more than 80...

Any one of them could be touched up with a Photoshop app, thrown online, and instantly beco a social dia star. How could it be possible that they would all rush over to freeload off a booth?

Without even thinking, he knew for sure that Jiajun must have arranged this while he lanted life by the dance floor...

Realizing that Gu Heng had figured out he had arranged for these girls to be there, Jiajun stopped hiding it, leaned in close to Gu Heng’s ear, and said, "Mr. Gu, you can rest assured, not one of them is a hostess; they’re all regulars at our nightclub. I had a huge bunch of them earlier and I screened them down to just these few for you. I know them fairly well, and they all have proper jobs.

I can’t guarantee they’re clean, since saying so would be nonsense for anyone frequenting nightclubs regularly, but I can assure you they aren’t dirty. I have a personal acquaintance with them, and they’re quite picky. You know, such picky won would rather stay single than ss around."

Gu Heng said nothing more and just smiled and nodded his head before stepping into the booth.

"Hi Mr. Gu, my na is Zhuang Zijing, and these are my friends Yuan Wan and Liu Feifei. We ca to freeload off your booth, I hope you don’t mind?" said Zhuang Zijing, dressed in a light brown halter top, standing up with a coy smile and greeting Gu Heng.

The other won also greeted him.

Seeing this, Gu Heng smiled and responded, "Don’t you think this booth only beca interesting after you arrived? And stop calling Mr. Gu, just call Gu Heng."