Big Brother drove him to the airport.
This time there was no first class, just a regular business class, and no romantic adventures either. He sat next to an old man, with no conversation throughout the journey.
He arrived back in Xiu Zhou smoothly, returned to his rental apartment, opened the doors and windows, did a bit of tidying up, and then hit the bed for some well-deserved sleep.
By the time he woke up, it was already night.
After a shower and changing into a set of clean clothes, Chen Feng drove to a private club he remembered.
But as he reached the entrance of the club, he saw it was sealed shut and there were no lights inside.
Chen Feng felt immediately sullen. Why had his luck soured?
He had vivid memories of this private club. Two years ago, he had come here with the boss, splurging on a client and spending over a hundred thousand in one night. Of course, the deal they secured the next day was worth more than two million.
