The clubhouse at the Four Seas International Golf Club.

Having just finished dinner and enjoyed a relaxing bath, Su Yehao was now lying with cucumber slices over his eyes, enjoying an authentic “massage” from a Thai girl.

“Ouch! Still too strong, lighter!”

Su Yehao was being massaged on his soles and almost jumped off the bed, the cucumber slices over his eyes nearly wrinkling together.

Beside him.

Yin Liuli was having a spa treatment, complete with essential oils, aromatherapy, and soft piano music.

If it weren't for Su Yehao's loud complaints, the experience would have been excellent.

The slightly dark-skinned Thai girl said in broken Chinese, "Young master, I'm not using much strength. It's just that you're too weak, especially your kidneys..."

"...Shut up. I'll deduct your wages if you talk again, and you can forget about a tip!"

Su Yehao interrupted her immediately.

His eyes were covered, but he could hear Yin Liuli laughing. Embracing the idea that nothing could faze him, Su Yehao forced an explanation: "My feet are just sensitive, it's definitely not weakness. Just massage my back and shoulders, lightly.”

Knowing that the man in front of her was the young boss, the Thai girl immediately shut her mouth. She couldn't help it; it wasn't easy making a living, and keeping her job was important.

Yin Liuli closed her eyes while someone shaped her eyebrows.

She whispered, "Ah-hao, winter's coming, and the weather's dry. How about you try a facial mask? My face feels so smooth and cool right now; it's very comfortable."

Su Yehao replied, "Forget it. You're in charge of being beautiful; I don't need to."

The young girl giving Yin Liuli the spa treatment said enviously, "Miss, your skin is so good. Even without treatments, it's fairer and smoother than most people's. Good mountains and good water really nourish people; it makes me want to move to Baodao (Taiwan) for a while. The ultraviolet rays are strong in Casino, and you get dark easily in the heat unless you stay home all the time."

After hearing this, Su Yehao said with a smile:

"You can't praise customers like that when you're running a business. You should compliment them a bit first, then point out their flaws. Otherwise, how will you attract customers and earn their money?"

The young girl explained with a smile:

"We wouldn't dream of trying to earn money from the guests you bring, young master; after all, it's all yours. I wouldn't be so soft on other customers, though. I'd arrange everything for them, from seabed volcanic mud to caviar essence and giant algae anti-aging cream. I wouldn't let them leave without a recharge of five or ten thousand."

"That's not right, imprisoning customers is illegal."

Su Yehao joked casually.

By the time they finished enjoying themselves, it was already 7:40 in the evening.

The nightlife was just beginning.

He took Yin Liuli to the small building on the Senado Square commercial street. The small bar on the third floor was open, specializing in whiskey and beer, though tequila and vodka were also available.

Su Yehao felt like he was drinking medicine when he drank whiskey without ice black tea. Even with ice cubes, it was still hard to accept.

After they were seated, they ordered two glasses of craft beer, along with onion rings, melon seeds, and chicken pieces as snacks.

Looking around, there were only eight customers in total. The bar sold a glass of beer for sixty-nine, which probably scared away many customers, only attracting some consumers with deep pockets.

Although it wasn't lively, the profit margin was relatively high.

Some people liked deafening noise, while others liked this kind of quiet and comfort. A female music student was singing the English song "Yesterday Once More."

Yin Liuli had the waiter bring the song list and explained to Su Yehao after handing it to him:

"It costs a hundred to order a song. We get sixty, and the singer gets forty. Including the base salary, they can earn about five thousand a month part-timing here. Some customers are pretty generous. Last time, we stocked two boxes of twenty-five-year-old Macallan whiskey, and they're almost sold out. I just had the wine merchant deliver more yesterday."

Su Yehao smiled and said, "When I find the right ice black tea someday, I'll open a bottle, and we'll drink until we're drunk..."

Thinking of supporting young people's part-time careers, he ordered five songs in a row, paying out of his own pocket.

Although the other party was older than Su Yehao, this didn't stop him from acting like a senior. One of the songs, "Dare to Love, Dare to Do," almost made the girl on stage lose her breath; she clearly couldn't hit the high notes.

This was once Su Yehao's signature song, and it was quite difficult to sing it well. He sat under the stage, drinking beer and watching the fun.

Yin Liuli made a special greeting, giving all five hundred to the girl on stage and forgoing the bar's cut.

After drinking a large glass of beer, he switched to another kind to continue drinking.

Remembering the last time she heard Su Yehao sing, Yin Liuli asked, "Could you write down the lyrics to your song 'Wild Child'?"

"Do you want to sing it yourself?"

"Of course not. I just hum it to myself at home because I think the melody is very nice."

"I'll write it for you when we get home tonight. It's originally more suitable for women to sing. Don't forget to sing it for me then."

Su Yehao's attitude towards copying songs had undergone a huge one-hundred-and-eighty-degree change. He used to feel embarrassed when he was studying at Donghuang Rose, but now he was very calm.

It wasn't because he was thicker-skinned, but because his butterfly wings were affecting more and more people.

From a logical point of view, many of the classic songs that Su Yehao remembered might not appear again. It would be a waste to leave them untouched, so he might as well take them out and share them, using them to remember his previous life.

"Okay."

After Yin Liuli agreed, she tentatively asked, "Do you want to go on stage and sing? Buying the sound equipment cost a hundred thousand. Although it's not the most top-notch, it's quite comfortable."

"...I'm a little tempted. Let me drink some wine to build up my courage."

"There are only a few customers here; do you still need to build up your courage?" Yin Liuli asked.

Su Yehao nodded seriously and explained, "It's precisely because there are so few customers that I'm afraid of scaring them all away. It's not easy to accumulate regular customers when a new store opens; every one of them is precious."

Yin Liuli didn't know whether to laugh or cry and turned to mention, "Some employees suggested that I find some pretty escorts to attract customers, but I think doing that has both advantages and disadvantages. What do you think?"

"There's no need. It's just a residential conversion anyway; I don't expect to earn much money from it. It's good enough as it is, and I can come here often to sit down myself."

Su Yehao inadvertently saw a few girls who had just arrived at the bar.

They were fashionably dressed. One of the short-haired girls was wearing a short skirt and long boots, carrying a black Chanel bag. Her back looked very familiar.

He tilted his head to observe carefully. It wasn't until the other party sat down that Su Yehao smiled happily.

Casino was really small.

Wasn't the other party none other than the heiress of the Donghuang Group—Zhao Yimeng?

Su Yehao hadn't seen her since they parted ways on their school trip. He had her number saved in his phone, but he had never contacted her.

High school classmates and alumni had gone their separate ways. Those who went to study in Hong Kong could still meet occasionally, but Zhao Yimeng had gone directly to London to study, so it was normal not to see her.

After saying hello to Yin Liuli, Su Yehao walked towards Zhao Yimeng and greeted her, "What a coincidence, True Man!"

Zhao Yimeng had just returned to Casino yesterday.

She was having dinner with friends at night, and the location was the Koko restaurant on the first floor.

When the small building opened half a year ago, Zhao Yimeng's mother also came to show her support, recharging a membership card with twenty thousand, and casually gave it to Zhao Yimeng.

After hearing the words "True Man."

Zhao Yimeng was instantly shrouded in shadow. The most embarrassing thing in her entire high school career was brought up again, and her body suddenly tensed.

She turned her head stiffly, squeezed out a smile, and greeted, "Su Yehao, you're here too...Long time no see."

"Eh, are you not happy to see me? Your smile looks a bit forced."

Su Yehao patted her shoulder casually and continued to joke, "It's a little lonely without you in the chat room. I'm looking forward to True Brother going online again to help me increase the number of users..."

(This book has been renamed "Striving Until the Third Generation." I'm explaining this in case anyone doesn't know.)