How can I justify myself as a Magnate if I don't indulge myself? Chapter 155 - 105: Scumbag Ancestor2

Having said that, he comfortably sat down amidst all the ladies...

The view of the stage from the boss card was excellent, and everyone had a clear view of the boss’s card as well...

The people sitting in the surrounding booths almost gritted their teeth in envy as they saw Gu Heng weaving through the crowd of won...

....

Zhuang Zijing was an interview hall assistant at Jiangzhe TV Station, used to interacting with people quite often, and had seen her fair share of real big shots.

She wasn’t confident enough to distinguish between genuinely confident n and those who were putting on airs at a glance, but she was experienced. Within just under two minutes of interaction, she could more or less guess that Gu Heng wasn’t the type to feign importance...

Mainly because Gu Heng acted too casually...

He showed none of the discomfort that ca with feigned sophistication.

This type of young, wealthy guy was considered the pri choice for most girls, and Zhuang Zijing quickly made her plans...

Unknown to Gu Heng, within just those two minutes, Zhuang Zijing had almost completely seen through him...

Thanks to his recent change in mindset, he had adapted to his wealthy identity. If it were a month ago right after the system activation, Zhuang Zijing might have left after exchanging just a couple of pleasantries.

"Gu Heng, let toast you first."

Having made her choice, Zhuang Zijing, without any pretense, poured herself a drink and daintily toasted Gu Heng.

Gu Heng casually picked up the glass, clinked hers slightly, took a sip, and then put it down.

Although Zhuang Zijing was quite attractive, she was a notch below He Jing and Lin Jiayun. And for him, there was no need to pretend like a flirtatious fool—whatever made him happy.

Seeing Gu Heng’s casual deanor, Zhuang Zijing felt even more agitated inside. She wasn’t arrogant, but she was quite confident in her looks.

Although there were quite a few n like Gu Heng who were straightforward with her, she knew that most were just playing hard to get, but the circumstances now were different.

This was a nightclub, a place where adrenaline soared and hormones surged.

If you wanted to see whether a man was really interested in you, this was the perfect place.

Here, all n would forego using their brains, thinking only with their lower bodies, whether it be from genuine interest or so other sponge-like organ was unknown.

Yuan Wan and Liu Feifei were sowhat surprised by Zhuang Zijing’s forwardness.

They knew their friend was quite selective and rarely ca across n in nightclubs who caught her eye; they had agreed to warm up in this booth and then do their own thing, but this didn’t seem like what had been planned.

However, being frequent nightclub visitors, they had their own sets of standards.

These standards would change depending on whom they were dealing with, and the prerequisite for change was typically the number of digits in the other person’s bank account.

Yuan Wan guessed that Zhuang Zijing must have spotted sothing extraordinary about Gu Heng.

"Gu Heng, you don’t co to nightclubs often, do you?"

Zhuang Zijing moved closer to Gu Heng, her subtle perfu scent following her breath into his nostrils, her bare forearm seemingly inadvertently brushing against the back of his hand.

Feeling the fleeting coolness on his hand, Gu Heng chuckled, "Could it be that I haven’t hidden my bumpkin aura deep enough and you spotted it instantly?"

"There are many nightclubs in Hang City, but the crowd is pretty much the sa. If you frequented here, I definitely would have heard of you by now, so I guessed you don’t normally co to nightclubs. it looks like I guessed right ~ I bet you’re usually very busy with work."

Despite the complint, Gu Heng could tell she was fishing for information about his background.

But it was normal. Anyone who’d take nightclub girls for fools was the actual fool.

It’s 2024, the days when you could impress a girl with a fancy car key lighter at a nightclub are long gone. What girl looking to catch a big fish would act without seeing the "rabbit"?

"I’m just an unemployed drifter; what’s there to be busy about?"

Gu Heng laid out his whole story without any concealnt.

Wealthy second-generation!

As Gu Heng’s words fell, this term popped into everyone’s mind.

Aside from rich second generations, which unemployed loafer hangs out at a nightclub, occupying a booth with a minimum spend of over ten thousand, sipping expensive booze that costs tens of thousands per bottle?

"I didn’t expect you to be a rich second generation, Gu Heng. What to do, I think I’m a bit smitten~"

Zhuang Zijing was far more direct than the other girls, blurting out exactly what she was thinking without reservation.

When Gu Heng heard her calling him a rich second generation, he paused...

He had lived for over twenty years, and this was the first ti soone had referred to him as a rich second generation...

But he didn’t explain; instead, he smiled and accepted the label.

If it were about family wealth, his family could be considered poor. The term "rich second generation" definitely had nothing to do with him, but if you count the system, then he really was a rich second generation—after all, a system daddy is still a daddy.

Seeing that Gu Heng didn’t deny it, Zhuang Zijing knew when to stop, and after making so observations about him, she changed the topic. Clearly, she got the answer she wanted.

As the atmosphere escalated, Yuan Wan noticed that her best friend had no intention of leaving and decided to join in. Both were intermittently amused by Gu Heng’s racy jokes, their continual coquetry evident.

Just then, Jiajun, who had been absent for a while, approached the booth and asked in Gu Heng’s ear, "Mr. Gu, one of our forr shareholders from FT is livestreaming here tonight. However, the booth is now full, and the other four boss cards are crowded, making it hard to join them. Our manager asked to co over and see if you’d mind letting our forr shareholder join your booth...

Of course, it won’t be for free. Tonight, your minimum spend is on the house. We’ll refund the twelve thousand eight hundred you paid earlier."

Gu Heng, who had been enjoying the company of beautiful won, raised an eyebrow at Jiajun’s query, "Forr shareholder? Livestream? Tong Jingcheng?"

"Yes, Mr. Tong. We invited him to do so publicity."

"You an he’s going to livestream from my booth?"

Jiajun thought Gu Heng was expressing displeasure. Although Tong Jingcheng was sowhat of a celebrity online, the term "internet celebrity" inherently carried an inferior connotation in the eyes of most wealthy people; he thought Gu Heng was one of those wealthy individuals who looked down on internet celebrities.

He hurriedly said, "Mr. Gu, if you mind, I’ll go and decline on your behalf."

Saying this, he was ready to decline on Gu Heng’s behalf. After all, it was just a forr shareholder, not soone who paid his salary. Gu Heng was now his cash cow, and there was no comparison between the two.

But Gu Heng stopped him with a hand.

"I didn’t say no. Go tell them, I still have space here. If he doesn’t mind, he’s welco to join."

Tong Jingcheng, the forefather of playboys!

Although I’m not his fan, I’ve co across his videos on TikTok quite often.

Especially his classic lines, like "Money is for showing to won, not for spending on them," "Good girls don’t miss out, bad girls don’t waste it," "No matter how many girlfriends I had in the past, you are the only one I truly love."

How many simps have found their way back thanks to these master’s classic lines?

I’m currently worried about my own low playboy status; dealing with just Lin Ran has feeling overwheld, let alone more won in the future—I’d be totally dood, how would I enjoy life then?

If Tong Jingcheng’s prior performance isn’t just for show but actually holds genuine skill, I wouldn’t mind learning a few tricks from him.

Seeing Gu Heng’s agreent, Jiajun quickly said, "Alright, I’ll go back and inform my manager."

With that, he hurried off again.

"Why let Tong Jingcheng co over? Are you his fan or sothing?"

Zhuang Zijing, who had been listening to their conversation, couldn’t help but ask after they finished talking.

Working at a TV station, especially a major one like Jiangzhe Satellite TV, she was no stranger to celebrities and internet stars, but Zhuang Zijing was never too impressed with them...

They were nothing more than actors and digital pets, after all...

Gu Heng glanced at her and took a sip from the drink on the table, "Just a bit curious about him, that’s all. Since he’s here, might as well let him join the fun."

A fan?

Xu Song, a childhood idol, couldn’t hold a candle in front of , and you think I would be a fan of an internet celebrity? Crazy?