Chapter 162: The Bar

Seeing Wu You act so bold and enthusiastic, Ming Han thought to himself that he couldn't afford to be petty either!

"No, no, no... We're still growing, unlike President Wu, who is still in his prime."

"Sometime I should play a game with two young brothers and exchange some pointers."

Wu You was no ordinary basketball star; his skills had been top-tier for years.

If not for the gap between physical conditioning and professional requirements, his skills would have easily met professional standards.

Ming Han had watched the one-on-one videos of him squaring off against the most elite professional basketball players of the day. Faced with that level of intensity and defense, Wu You's ball-handling and finishing abilities were still exceptionally brilliant.

This was precisely why Wu You remained so popular among fans. Ha! The slogan coined by his fan club went: Our big guy not only has a distinctive look, but also stellar basketball skills. What a top-tier idol!

When Wu You saw this review, his face twisted. A distinctive look? Was that supposed to be a compliment?

Wu You wasn't conventionally handsome; imitating Allen Iverson, he wore dreadlocks and draped himself in massive gold chains and rings.

Haters cursed him as a nouveau riche, exuding the reek of vulgar wealth from head to toe.

Wu You didn't care much for these superficial evaluations. He had made his money, bought a luxury mansion, and was already a winner in life. He wasn't going to let some losers sit on the sidelines, consumed by envy, jealousy, and ultimately hatred toward his success.

Seeing that these two young fellows were treating him with a fair degree of politeness, Wu You couldn't help but feel immensely proud!

Merely in terms of status, he was Tianqi Entertainment's biggest basketball star and the only one who had established his own studio.

He relished the massive fame, fortune, and respect that success brought him—even if that respect might only be skin-deep.

"Regarding what happened last time, you two handled it quite well." Wu You's tone turned somewhat gloomy as he said this; after all, he was still harboring some resentment!

After all, cultivating someone like Zhuang Tonghe had required an immense amount of resources.

The entourage of staff surrounding Wu You all glared at Ming Han with hostility. Was this the brat who had dragged Zhuang Tonghe down? In that case, his future path wouldn't be so smooth...

Ming Han smiled politely and said, "I also think I handled it quite well! I believe a huge part of the credit for accomplishing such a great deed should go to my kindergarten teacher. She used to instruct me: One must be honest!"

The entire room was dumbfounded! Wu You's remark was meant as a warning and an expression of dissatisfaction, yet somehow you ended up praising yourself? And thanking your kindergarten teacher—did you think this was an award ceremony?

Yu Hang's face turned beet red as he fought to suppress a wild burst of laughter...

"That's not what I meant." Wu You assumed Ming Han hadn't grasped his implication.

"I understand, I understand. President Wu himself stated at the press conference that he was unaware of such shady operations and felt deeply guilty. President Wu is simply trying to express his gratitude to me," Ming Han offered his own interpretation.

Wu You's complexion turned even uglier. Gratitude?

Yet, the next moment, he composed himself. "Well, to show my appreciation, I'll host tonight and treat everyone to a wild time at the club."

At this point, Sister Fang stepped in to decline. "The two of them are still young; such places aren't suitable for them."

"Not young at all! Back when I was their age, I was already the king of the dance floor in nightclubs. I could ignite the entire crowd all by myself," Wu You boasted smugly.

In truth, athletes of their caliber were subject to strict dietary regimens. Abstaining from alcohol was practically a golden rule.

However, after earning so much money, was one really expected to live on boiled foods? Coupled with a bottle of disgusting nutrient sludge squeezed from various fruits and vegetables? What bloody use was making money if you had to live like that?

The whole point of earning money was to squander it, to enjoy a more exhilarating life.

That nutrient sludge was merely something they choked down for a couple of sips to put on a show whenever journalists visited.

Since Wu You had extended a personal invitation, a flat refusal from Ming Han would indeed be a grave disrespect to his hospitality.

"President Wu is far too gracious! Realistically speaking, since we are newcomers, it should be my treat to take President Wu to that street right beside the 'Heaven on Earth' club, where we could hit a roadside stall and have some Fuding pork meatballs."

Upon hearing "Heaven on Earth," everyone initially thought this kid actually knew how to party! Then they heard him suggest Fuding pork meatballs—ha!

Wu You shook his head. "I wouldn't touch that kind of junk food."

Wu You's nutritionist chimed in, "Exactly. Everything our President Wu eats is specially prepared by master chefs—healthy, nutritious, and packed with massive amounts of vitamins and minerals."

Wu You swelled with pride. This was the life of a tycoon!

Yu Hang muttered under his breath beside him, "Don't those nutrients come standard if I just crunch into an apple?"

Everyone paused in a daze! That actually sounded right! The apple was the queen of fruits, rich in minerals and vitamins... Oh, spit it out! What an uncultured bumpkin...

Wu You felt a slight headache coming on; today he was truly casting pearls before swine!

"Let's go, let's go! To the club for a wild night." Wu You decided he would never again discuss such serious matters with these two morons.

An apple? How depressing.

It was only eight o'clock when they arrived at the club, and the place was still rather desolate. Aside from the DJ and the hostesses, there were hardly any patrons.

The moment a male waiter spotted Wu You, he beamed and hurried over. "Brother Wu, we've been longing for your arrival like the stars yearn for the moon."

Ming Han felt something was off about this phrasing. Wasn't that usually what a brothel madam would say to some wealthy young master?

Wu You and his entourage followed the waiter to a table situated close to the stage.

Wu You ordered a few bottles of imported liquor, running up a bill of five to six thousand in a single swipe.

"The two young brothers can order whatever you like, my treat today," Wu You declared magnanimously.

At this moment, Ming Han put on a timid air, resembling a bumpkin who had just arrived in the big city.

Wu You patted him on the shoulder, encouraging him, "Be brave. Just say whatever service you want. Big bro is going to show you a good time today..."

Hearing this, Ming Han's eyes instantly lit up. "Really?"

"Yeah!"

"Then I'll take a bottle of Assam milk tea."

Pfft...

Everyone collapsed in a faint. What kind of demand was that?

Wu You was also momentarily stunned. Coming to a nightclub and ordering Assam milk tea—that was fiercely hardcore!

Still, Wu You summoned a waiter and handed him a hundred-yuan bill. "Go out and buy a bottle of Assam milk tea."

The waiter was dumbfounded, but still broke into a sprint toward the exit.

It was great to be rich!

Wu You continued to encourage Ming Han, "Little brother, don't be shy. Coming here is all about enjoying yourself to the fullest. I'm covering all expenses tonight."

"Alright." Ming Han stood up and downed the glass of imported liquor mixed with green tea in one gulp. "Brother Wu, get two hostesses over."

Whoa! Dominating!

A wave of admiration rippled through the crowd. Though young, his appetite was big; this kid was destined for greatness!

Seeing Ming Han catch on so quickly, Wu You was equally delighted and promptly instructed someone to bring over two hostesses.

"Take good care of my little brother tonight."

The two beauties were exceedingly enthusiastic. "Handsome, care to roll some dice?"

"Let's just chat instead!"

Ming Han looked at the two beauties and poured each of them a glass of wine. "Why don't you two play rock-paper-scissors? Whoever loses drinks."

"If they're drinking, what are you going to be doing, little brother Ming Han?" Wu You sensed something was amiss.

Ming Han wore a solemn expression. "I'm going to play Candy Crush. I'm about to clear the level."

What the hell... Then why on earth did you ask for two hostesses?