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When he was broke, he often heard about who had lost how much money, and how unlucky they were.

Chen Linzhi used to worry about it with them.

But now that he had truly become one of the wealthy, he realized that even losing more than thirty million US dollars didn't seem like a big deal. Not to mention that his current investments hadn't been finalized yet, even if the money was truly gone forever, it would only account for about ten percent of his total net worth.

Moreover, this ten percent was different from the ten percent lost by someone with one million US dollars.

The latter might reduce their quality of life because of that ten percent. But Chen Linzhi's daily life wouldn't be affected in any way by the loss of this ten percent. It would just be a slight emotional fluctuation, a feeling of losing face.

After being rich for a while, his mindset really started to catch up. His happiness no longer increased with wealth. Instead, small things made Chen Linzhi happier. For example, spending tens of thousands of dollars alone in a Kabuki bar in San Francisco's Japantown, hiring a beautiful girl who graduated from the Juilliard School of Music to drink and chat with him.

It was really just drinking and chatting. Chen Linzhi repeatedly asked the madam and found out that all physical contact was prohibited, otherwise he would be blacklisted and never be accepted again, without exception.

Whether it was a gimmick or something else, he wasn't sure because he didn't come often. But it sounded quite interesting, like visiting a brothel in ancient times and finding some Qingguan (courtesans who sell their art but not their bodies), which successfully aroused the interest of a playboy like Chen Linzhi.

He had wanted to see the world a long time ago, to see what kind of girl could be worth a minimum spend of ten thousand US dollars. But he forgot about it over time, until today when he revisited the place and acted as a fool.

Led upstairs by the madam, Chen Linzhi found that it was designed like a girl's boudoir. There was a girl in a black dress, with a thin face and strong three-dimensional features. Her black hair was draped over her shoulders. Whether it was her appearance, figure, or temperament, she could make his eyes light up.

In terms of appearance alone, she was about on par with Qian Yue, belonging to a different style. The one in front of him was slightly heroic.

But when it came to temperament, Qian Yue could be left in the dust by this Japanese girl named Nagasawa Aya, who undoubtedly belonged to the kind of beauty that would make men feel possessive.

Immediately, he stopped considering whether ten thousand US dollars was worth it.

Seeing that Nagasawa Aya ignored his suggestion of whether he wanted to listen to the piano, Chen Linzhi nodded with a satisfied expression. The madam next to him was only responsible for briefly introducing her name, and then retreated downstairs silently.

The mood and atmosphere were there. After Chen Linzhi looked around and found the boudoir-like decoration, he felt that it seemed to satisfy men's voyeuristic desires. He had to say that the owner of this bar was a master. The downstairs could earn money from ordinary customers, while the upstairs could earn money from the rich. The rich had seen all kinds of tricks, and they liked this kind of atmosphere.

He found a place to sit down and poured Romanée-Conti red wine from the decanter into a glass. This kind of red wine hadn't been hyped up to a sky-high price yet, and its reputation wasn't small. The store sold it for three thousand nine hundred US dollars, and a few side dishes cost six hundred US dollars, averaging one hundred per dish. It was purely a case of one willing to hit and the other willing to be hit.

He ate a mouthful of side dish with a fork and found that it was marinated black truffle. He crossed his legs and tasted the red wine.

The piano sound was quite elegant. If you asked what song she was playing and how good the girl's skills were, Chen Linzhi didn't understand at all, just like he would doze off when listening to opera, feel nauseous when eating caviar, and think that all red wines were about the same. He didn't like it, so there was no need to pretend to be a big shot.

However, a twenty-three-year-old beauty sitting in front of the piano with beautiful curves was quite enjoyable just to look at. In addition, the music sounded very good.

Time passed imperceptibly. After a song of about four or five minutes was played, the girl stood up and walked over, with a hint of curiosity in her tone: "The madam told me that your name is Alan Chen, and you're of Chinese descent, right? Although we're all Asians, you can actually see the difference through the appearance. Japanese people are reserved, Koreans are even more reserved, they're all too serious."

"Don't I look serious enough?" Chen Linzhi gestured and asked her to sit down, pouring her half a glass of red wine.

"...It's just a different feeling, didn't I guess right?" Nagasawa Aya asked him.

"That's right, I'm of Chinese descent. Last year, I heard from a friend about the rules here. At that time, I was guessing what you looked like. Now I know that you're really beautiful. If one hundred points is a perfect score, I'll give you ninety first."

Chen Linzhi said with a smile, saying whatever he thought. He wasn't spending money to be a simp, so there was no need to deliberately consider his words, and he didn't avoid the fact that he had been here before.

As expected.

Miss Nagasawa Aya was just smiling, with a sweet smile: "Thank you for your compliment, but what about the remaining ten points?"

"There's no such thing as absolute perfection in the world, and that goes for women too. It's only the first time we've met, don't be too greedy."

Chen Linzhi joked, successfully amusing her. After clinking glasses, they both drank a little. He then asked, "It's been a long time since I came here. Last time I came, I heard that there were two peerless beauties upstairs. I seem to remember that one was a Japanese lady, who had even won an award. Did she leave?"

"You're very greedy. I, a ninety-point woman, am sitting in front of you, and you're actually thinking about my friend. But it's okay to tell you, she's already married. She married a pilot. They met on a flight to Canada. She left in February. How long has it been since you patronized our business? She seems to be pregnant and living a very happy life."

In the end, it was still a special service industry, and it was crucial to treat people according to their status.

Because Chen Linzhi was very casual, Nagasawa Aya spoke easily. She was quite good at observing people's expressions.

Doing this kind of high-end business wasn't just about being beautiful. So after the other Japanese lady, the one who was said to be very good at dancing, left, the second floor of the bar was left with only her, rather than filling the spot with just anyone.

Chen Linzhi followed the topic and continued: "Pilots are pretty good, they earn a lot of money, have little work, and little pressure. As long as the plane doesn't crash, their salaries are basically higher."

"Yes, I don't know about the pressure, but it's also hard to travel far often. Last time, he even gave me some flight miles, which can be directly exchanged for air tickets. I'm thinking about where to travel."

Chen Linzhi told her: "I've been to a lot of places, it mainly depends on what type you like, cities, scenery, the sea, culture, etc. After seeing too much, they're all ordinary. So what about you? Your friend got married, why haven't you left yet?"

"The madam would definitely want to beat you if she heard that. I'll tell you quietly, I also want to leave as soon as possible, but I haven't met a very good man, maybe because I don't go out much. I have more contact with customers in the store."

Chen Linzhi said happily:

"Are you discriminating against us customers? If you choose carefully, not all of them are necessarily bad.

For example, me, apart from being a bit of a playboy, I consider myself to be very good in all aspects. You can try to pursue me if you have time, and if I'm in a good mood, I might give you a chance..."

When he was broke, he often heard about who had lost how much money, and how unlucky they were.

Chen Linzhi used to worry about it with them.

But now that he had truly become one of the wealthy, he realized that even losing more than thirty million US dollars didn't seem like a big deal. Not to mention that his current investments hadn't been finalized yet, even if the money was truly gone forever, it would only account for about ten percent of his total net worth.

Moreover, this ten percent was different from the ten percent lost by someone with one million US dollars.

The latter might reduce their quality of life because of that ten percent. But Chen Linzhi's daily life wouldn't be affected in any way by the loss of this ten percent. It would just be a slight emotional fluctuation, a feeling of losing face.

After being rich for a while, his mindset really started to catch up. His happiness no longer increased with wealth. Instead, small things made Chen Linzhi happier. For example, spending tens of thousands of dollars alone in a Kabuki bar in San Francisco's Japantown, hiring a beautiful girl who graduated from the Juilliard School of Music to drink and chat with him.

It was really just drinking and chatting. Chen Linzhi repeatedly asked the madam and found out that all physical contact was prohibited, otherwise he would be blacklisted and never be accepted again, without exception.

Whether it was a gimmick or something else, he wasn't sure because he didn't come often. But it sounded quite interesting, like visiting a brothel in ancient times and finding some Qingguan (courtesans who sell their art but not their bodies), which successfully aroused the interest of a playboy like Chen Linzhi.

He had wanted to see the world a long time ago, to see what kind of girl could be worth a minimum spend of ten thousand US dollars. But he forgot about it over time, until today when he revisited the place and acted as a fool.

Led upstairs by the madam, Chen Linzhi found that it was designed like a girl's boudoir. There was a girl in a black dress, with a thin face and strong three-dimensional features. Her black hair was draped over her shoulders. Whether it was her appearance, figure, or temperament, she could make his eyes light up.

In terms of appearance alone, she was about on par with Qian Yue, belonging to a different style. The one in front of him was slightly heroic.

But when it came to temperament, Qian Yue could be left in the dust by this Japanese girl named Nagasawa Aya, who undoubtedly belonged to the kind of beauty that would make men feel possessive.

Immediately, he stopped considering whether ten thousand US dollars was worth it.

Seeing that Nagasawa Aya ignored his suggestion of whether he wanted to listen to the piano, Chen Linzhi nodded with a satisfied expression. The madam next to him was only responsible for briefly introducing her name, and then retreated downstairs silently.

The mood and atmosphere were there. After Chen Linzhi looked around and found the boudoir-like decoration, he felt that it seemed to satisfy men's voyeuristic desires. He had to say that the owner of this bar was a master. The downstairs could earn money from ordinary customers, while the upstairs could earn money from the rich. The rich had seen all kinds of tricks, and they liked this kind of atmosphere.

He found a place to sit down and poured Romanée-Conti red wine from the decanter into a glass. This kind of red wine hadn't been hyped up to a sky-high price yet, and its reputation wasn't small. The store sold it for three thousand nine hundred US dollars, and a few side dishes cost six hundred US dollars, averaging one hundred per dish. It was purely a case of one willing to hit and the other willing to be hit.