Chapter 119: Without the System, What Are You

"Handsome, alone?"

"Yes."

Wang Yan nodded and raised his glass. Self-deprecatingly, he said, "Young lady, you are beautiful and kind. Are you here to comfort me because you feel sorry for me?"

"Haha! More or less!"

The girl found him interesting and laughed heartily. After a toast, she directly sent out an invitation, "Since you are alone, how about sharing a table with us?"

Only then did Wang Yan carefully examine the woman.

The ceiling lights had been turned off, and the room was very dim now. He could barely make out a rough outline.

She was about 25 years old, wearing Gucci's belt. Although her clothes could not be recognized, they had a good texture. Her necklace was platinum studded with diamonds, and her watch had a ring of diamonds on it. Every time the spotlights swept over it, it shone with a dazzling brilliance.

Eh? !

It seem like a Cartier? !

Sure, she was from a family that did not lack money.

As for her appearance, it was roughly 75 points, so she should not be someone's mistress, but a rich young lady from a good family.

Although the young lady was not particularly beautiful, her smile was very bright, and looked very friendly. Therefore, Wang Yan did not reject her, but only smiled.

"Thank you for coming over. Then I'll go over and toast to you."

Holding his wine bottle and glass, he turned around and walked to the women's table.

Wang Yan did not have any stage fright now. He had already worn away 90% of his old habits. They were just a few women, so he felt no trepidation.

Facing the gazes of the five ladies, he gave a generous toast.

"Hello, beautiful ladies. I'm honored to be your neighbor. Let's toast. I wish you beautiful ladies to have a good time today!"

While they were drinking, Wang Yan noticed that a gaze seemed to be sweeping over his chest, abdomen, and thighs.

Uh, it should be an illusion, right?

After drinking and exchanging a few pleasantries, they were no longer strangers.

If he was not mistaken, everyone present was not lacking in money. They were between the ages of 22 to 32 years old. Two of them could be office ladies, but he wasn't sure about the remaining three. They looked like young ladies rich ladies who didn't have to work for a living.

As to their looks... it was difficult to explain in a few words.

Women with makeup always look good. Without makeup, it seemed that only the oldest one called Sister Han could reach 80 points.

Among them, the one with the highest status was Sister Han. She had the attitude of a woman who had the final say.

The young lady who came to call Wang Yan was called Big Luo. She was a very straightforward and outgoing native girl in the capital.

Wang Yan had originally planned to hang out with them. Anyway, he was here to experience the nightclub. There was nothing wrong with making new friends.

Since he was here to meet new friends, his looks wasn't a matter. As long as he had a good personality, it would be fine.

However, Wang Yan quickly realized that something was wrong.

Why did Sister Han look at him... so strangely?

Before Wang Yan could comfort himself that it was an illusion, the woman leaned over and intimately asked, "What kind of wine does our little brother like? Today, it's my treat. Don't stand on ceremony with me!"

F*ck!

Wang Yan was a little dumbfounded.

Big Sister, look at my clothes. Do I look like I can't afford to drink?

I don't have any ill intentions towards you guys, but you're actually seducing a man?

Moreover, you're quite beautiful. As a young rich woman full of charm, you should have no lack of admirers. What exactly do you see in me?

It doesn't make sense..

Actually, Wang Yan was a little self-belittling. 74 points in appearance wasn't considered handsome, but it was already in the excellent class.

Most importantly, his figure was great with long legs, wide shoulders, and cute buttocks. He was wearing a tight Hermès, and his chest muscles were slightly bulging. He looked quite appetizing.

Moreover, the lighting was dim. Other than him, a freak with 5.8 points of eyesight, who else could see people's clothes clearly?

The women could only saw his body!

Wang Yan didn't understand it, but that it didn't stop him from rejecting the offer.

What a joke. A tycoon like him would let a rich woman take him to bed for a drink? How embarrassing!

Just then, his phone vibrated, and Wang Yan immediately used this excuse to escape.

"Sorry, friends are looking for me. You guys enjoy."

He returned to his seat and opened wechat. He found a few messages from Yu Hao.

Yu Hao sent four group photos with a total of more than ten girls. Just looking at the photos, he knew each of them had a score of more than 90 points.

Yu Hao texted, "Young Master Wang, these are all regulars who came today. It's a weekday and there are not many girls available. Two groups of girls have already gone with other customers. There are still two especially beautiful girls left. Do you want me to invite them to your table?"

How much wine could Wang Yan drink by himself?

With pretty girls accompanying him, he'd at least pay for another two serves of minimum consumptions.

Of course, Yu Hao had his eyes for the long term. He wanted to keep Wang Yan hooked, so he didn't care how much Wang Yan spent today.

In fact, Yu Hao had specially called those beautiful girls over.

They were top quality goods that Yu Hao couldn't normally order around.

The method was very simple --

He went to Patek Philippe's official website to search for the model of the Wang Yan's watch, and sent a picture with price to the girls' wechat.

Attached was a description: "XX, there's a new customer here today. He's a handsome 20-year-old young hunk. It's his first time out to play, and he's dressed in Hermes + Patek Philippe. Don't say that I don't take care of you. Do you have time to come over?"

The matter was settled in an instant and they formed a killing squad.

The methods used by nightclubs were always unimaginable to outsiders.

Was he a part-time pimp?

Most of the time, no.

Under special circumstances, yes.

Every top nightclub salesman had a bunch of rich guys' contact information. Usually, they didn't offer anything, but when the rich guys asked, they would take care of their needs.

At the same time, they also had the contact information of many beautiful girls.

Basically, the girls were two types.

The first type of girls came here purely for entertainment and relaxation. They had a good family background and a good job. They cared more about the looks of men and their own experiences.

The second type of girls were huntresses who wanted to catch a rich husband. When they didn't have the chance, they would just play around and go home. When they had the chance, they would take the initiative to attack.

The two types of beautiful women were both hard to get, but there was a big difference between them.

The first type was more focused on their own feelings. When the feeling was right, they could take the initiative to pull the guy to dance or even throw themselves into his arms. Their eyes carried 220 volts of high voltage electricity.

Marketing could not really order them around.

If Sister Han was ten years younger, she would probably be able to meet the standards of the first type. Now... it was hard to say.

The second category was the human-shaped code-sweeper that could identify the authenticity of luxury goods with the naked eye in a dark environment.

An ordinary man wearing a pair of Rhinestone jeans and a pair of AJ, wearing a Louis Vuitton Belt and carrying a Prada handbag looked flashy and fashionable. But it was useless and the girls would ignore him.

A Rhinestone, a replica T-shirt, a not-so-good ear stud, and an inferior watch would instantly make the rest of the investment worthless.

The guys who often came to the top nightclubs often saw super-beautiful girls sitting with their heads down playing with their mobile phones. They played for half a night, making people curious about what kind of APP was in the phone.

They were most likely the second type of girl.

Don't flirt with them. It was useless. They weren't in short of drinks. Any nightclub would offer them free access and unlimited drinks.

There were often some boring white-collar guys who would grit their teeth, stomp their feet, and throw out 20,000 yuan to set up a table full of good wine, thinking that they were charming enough to attract such a girl.

In fact, the best outcome they could get would be to add the girl's wechat contact.

There were some extremely high-spirited beauties who ignored the middle-aged nouveau riche who opened the godly cameo. They wanted to hook up with a young, rich, and single Fang Xiaowu.

What if they couldn't?

If they couldn't, they could just go home!

They could just treat it as a night of fun. They would go back to school or to work on Monday. In any case, they wouldn't spare a glance at those losers who came to the disco with their coins.

The salespeople were also not able to move them.

The most they could do was to give the girls free access and unlimited foreign liquor and beer and fruit plates at a price of 1,000 yuan. Any top-tier nightclub could do that, so why should the girls treat them differently?

They weren't the type of girls who had a price tag on them!

Instead, it was the salespeople and managers who had to treat them as if they were treasures.

If two or three tables of top beauties came to their club, they would really boost the club's popularity.

So it was mutually beneficial.

Nightclubs relied on them to boost their popularity and provide them with free entertainment -- and most importantly, the opportunity to get in touch with young rich guys.

Whether or not they came, how they played, and who they hung out with were all up to the girls.

The more beautiful they were, the more power they had.

Today, Wang Yan's aura was so bright that Yu Hao took out his trump card.

Do you think the girls would come with a call from you?

Dream on!

...

Wang Yan really didn't know anything about the internal workings of the place.

But this life-saving straw had come at the right time. He had to grab hold of it no matter what!

Who cared if they looked good or not? They were better than these rich women who came out to buy a guy's night, right?

He immediately replied with one words: "Okay."

Yu Hao was filled with respect.

Cold!

But the interesting thing was that the colder they were, the more they were respected.

Yu Hao immediately called out to the three girls and pointed at Wang Yan from afar.

"Do you see him? It's that young master. He doesn't have any extra accessories on him. He doesn't have any tattoos or ear piercings. Today is his first time coming to a nightclub. You guys should think about his personality and lifestyle. Brother Hao didn't lie to you guys, did he?"

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They were too far away and the lights were dim. In fact, the three girls couldn't see anything clearly.

However, after hearing Yu Hao's introduction, they all had their own judgments.

If they wanted to find a playmate, they wanted to enjoy a happy and romantic time together.

If they wanted to find a boyfriend, they had to keep a respectful distance from playboys.

It was as simple as that.

And Wang Yan, just happened to be the most suitable prey.

The girls all had their own plans and said in a sweet voice, "Thank you, brother Hao!"

Yu Hao smiled and waved his hand. Without further ado, he brought them to Wang Yan's booth.

They were all cunning vixens who would act on their own when they made up their minds. He didn't need to worry about them.

'I'll just wait for excellent reviews!'!

...

After Wang Yan replied to the message, he politely said goodbye to Sister Han, "My friends have come. You guys have fun.".

Sister Han's expression was not very beautiful. She seemed to be a little embarrassed -- it was definitely not a good feeling to take the initiative to flirt with a young guy and recieve a decline.

But Wang Yan didn't care.

Do you think anyone could hook up with me, the almighty tycoon?

Big Luo still tried to persuade Wang Yan to stay. "Then why don't you bring your friends to us? Our tables are all next to each other. We can have the tables put together..."

The young lady next to her wearing the four-leaf clover of Van Cleef & Arbor laughed loudly. "That's right! We are all girls. If you bring two handsome guys, you'll be saving our lives!"

Wang Yan smiled regretfully. "My friends are all girls. It's not convenient."

They could pass the formalities and get it over with.

He had come out for fun and did not have time to waste with these women.

When he walked away, he heard two murmurs that were not soft.

"The kids nowadays are really arrogant. I wonder how much pocket money their parents give to them and spoil them like this."

"Sister Han, it doesn't matter. Let's have fun by ourselves. Don't worry, there are plenty of such boys out there!"

Wang Yan pretended not to hear it.

It was really beneath his dignity to argue with a woman.

Brother, you have more than 100,000 yuan at disposal each day. Enjoy your life and don't waste it on arguments with women,

When Wang Yan smiled indifferently, Yu Hao finally came into the booth with three beauties.

It was not an exaggeration to say that the entire room was lit up on the spot.

Even though Wang Yan hung out with Supreme Dance's girls every day, he was still stunned.

Of course, part of their beauty came from their nightclub attire and nightclub makeup, which could stimulate the secretion of male hormones.

The nightclub only introduced the guest of honor -- or the person who paid.

Yu Hao said loudly to the three beauties, "This is Young Master Wang!"

"Hello, Young Master Wang!"

The waiter immediately came in to help pour the wine. The five of them raised their glasses together. Anyway, it was so noisy that they couldn't hear anything clearly, so they just smiled and drank.

While drinking and getting to know each other, Wang Yan sized up the three beauties in turn.

First of all, their figures were extremely good.

Secondly, their clothes couldn't be said to be revealing, but they showed off their figures.

Finally, their faces were all very exquisite. However, due to the lighting and makeup, he could not see the details clearly.

There was no need to say anything else. Turn on the radar!

[ Gao Ya: 25 years old, face value 95, body value 92, special 73]

[ Li Nuoyi 1:23 years old, face value 91, body value 93, special 94]

[ girls with face value less than 90 points are undetectable ]

F*ck!

Three girls and two of them were 90 points and above, so awesome!

In the huge capital city with a population of 20 million, Wang Yan had calculated that there were only 800 women with a face value over 90 points in total. Even if the calculation was not correct and he multiplied the number a few times, there were still not many natural 90-points beauties.

Now, two of them came together? !

Moreover, the remaining one had at least 88 or 89 points, or else she would definitely not bear to stand together with the other two.

Yu Hao said that they were top-notch, and he didn't exaggerate.

After drinking two more glasses of wine, the three girls each told him their names.

Gao Ya said her real name. She was warm and charming and made people very comfortable.

She was wearing a silk dress with a skirt that was just above her knees.

Her shoulders were round and snow-white, and her neck was long and slender.

Li Nuoyi called herself Nono. She was a little reserved and cold. A Chanel short skirt showed off her snow-white long legs to the fullest.

How cold was he?

She said, "Hi, my name is Nono."

Then, she lowered her eyes and didn't look directly at Wang Yan. There was a calm and reserved smile at the corner of her mouth.

The last one was called Little Tu. Her cheeks had a little baby fat, and her smiles were particularly infectious.

The three beauties all wore light makeup. Because their face value was high enough, they did not need heavy makeup to cover up their flaws.

In comparison, the women sitting at the table next to them had heavy makeup. If it wasn't for their clothes and airs, they might have been mistaken for whores in the small hair salon.

Even though their clothes and jewelry were more expensive and their auras were more powerful, they were completely overshadowed by Gao Ya and the other two in terms of core competitiveness.

What was a woman's core competitiveness?

Youth and beauty!

With a slight change, Benshan's lines could be used to reveal the cruel truth --

For men: What are you if you don't have money?

For women: What are you if you don't look good?

For rich second generation: What are you if you don't have a rich father?

For Wang Yan: What are you if you don't have a system?

Wang Yan: F*ck!

...

Wang Yan wasn't in the mood to care about what the other table was feeling.

He was very busy.

Little Tu was sitting on his left, and Gao Ya was on his right. Their fragrance lingered around them. Everything they saw was beautiful.

Gao Ya gave him a warm toast, while Little Tu looked at him with a sweet smile. She seemed curious, but also a little shy.

If he was another guy, he would have already got drunk in her tenderness.

However, Wang Yan panicked and fell into deep thought. Sh*t, did I just come out of the tiger's den and get targeted by a wolf?

It was not an exaggeration at all.

He clicked on Gao Ya's special score of 73 and saw a detailed notification.

[ current health condition is good, but has had an abortion and suffered from gynecological diseases. ]

Just this one comment was enough to chase away a man.

Wang Yan only had one thought: sister, let me go, I'm still a baby!

Of course, it was a joke. She was actually very healthy now.

However, Young Master Wang pitied her future husband.

She had a face value of 95 points and a figure of 92. She was definitely a goddess-level beauty. With her clothes on, she looked very beautiful.

If she didn't say it, who would know about the mess beneath?

Before the age of 30, she would always be popular with men. As long as she lowered her expectations, many rich people would be willing to marry her.

However, from a man's point of view, there were two major tragic events in life: being cheated by women, and marrying a slutty woman.

Imagine this --

A man, either because of hard work or because of his family, had accumulated a lot of wealth in his 30s.

Shouldn't he be at the peak of his life?

Then, he met Gao Ya by chance and fell in love with her at first sight. After a fierce battle, he defeated many competitors and successfully married the hot, flirtatious, thoughtful, and caring beauty.

At that moment, how proud was he?

When she told him about her one and only, heart-wrenching love, he would only feel sorry for her and swear that he would never leave her. Finally, he would laugh at that idiot: since you don't even know how to cherish such a good woman, you deserve it!

In fact? !

Do you know what kind of painful torture that French director had experienced?

All the important details were actually concealed in the ambiguous lights of the nightclub.

Wang Yan couldn't help but sigh: with radar, I definitely won't step into that trap for the rest of my life. How f*king lucky I'm!

As for those rich people who had nothing but money... He could only pay condolence.

But, wait...

What the hell is it? !

Is it as I understand it?

Stupid system, you'd go 404 if you don't speak slang? !

Damn!

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