717: Chapter 706: Gaining Experience 717: Chapter 706: Gaining Experience “Take me to Wang Hu,” Song Yun said to the woman named Wang Ya.
“Mr.
Wang Hu?
May I ask who you are?” Wang Ya asked with a smile.
“I’m his friend.
Just take me there.”
“Okay!”
Wang Ya led the way in front, while Song Yun followed behind with Xiao Hua.
“The women here not only have to pass the tests of looks, figure, and knowledge, but they also need to possess various skills.
Each of these women is adept in dealing with any situation.
If you put them in uniforms, they would perfectly fit the mold of management.
However, in my Jinzhu Garden, they can only serve as waitresses.
Do you know why?” Song Yun asked while they walked.
“Why?”
“First, our pay here is high, second, our standards are high, third, our members have high status.
Although we don’t facilitate matchmaking, if someone truly falls in love at first sight or gradually develops feelings, we won’t interfere.”
“Of course, most of those who come here are mature, married men or women.
It’s hard to spark a romance, but we can’t rule out the possibility.
Once that possibility turns into reality, it’s even more rewarding than winning five million.”
Song Yun paused, then continued, “This is a private club, and a high-end one at that.
It’s not just about having money to get in here.
One must meet certain criteria in terms of identity, status, or wealth.
Everyone here is a real standout.
If you can hook a wealthy partner, it’s like this life’s fortune.
Of course, if you prefer to be someone’s canary, that’s also possible.
These things are mutual.”
“What do you guys profit from then?” Xiao Hua asked.
“As long as it’s not a loss, it counts as a profit,” Song Yun explained.
“Let’s not talk about the initial investment; just the salaries for these waitresses alone are each no less than ten thousand a month.
Although the prices for many things here are steep, we hardly add much profit.
Our main income comes from the mid-tier clubs.
Of course, the bars also bring in significant revenue.
We don’t make money from these high-end private clubs.”
“Then why do you do it?”
“We may not earn money, but we earn connections,” Song Yun said.
“In today’s society, good connections are far more important than money.
When you one day truly stand in a managerial position, you’ll understand that sometimes money is nothing at all.
Just with my other income streams alone, do you know how much I make a month?”
“At least eight figures.
For me, money is just numbers.
No matter how much I earn, if I lose my influence one day, it’s all just fleeting clouds.
Operating these high-class private clubs is like using money to build connections, not just in Sunan, but throughout Shen Zhou.
Every month, I basically pay out seven figures for each club, and I own four of these high-level private clubs in total in Sunan—well, I mean, the entire province.
Two here in this city, two in Tian Nan.
If there are too many, they lose their value.
You need to understand this.”
“I get it.
Scarcity increases value.”
“Exactly,” Song Yun nodded.
“Just like a bottle of ’82 Lafite, how much I buy it for, how much I sell it for.
Sometimes big bosses or domestic business magnates come, and I provide whatever they drink.
Can that even be considered money?
No!
You might not understand all this, but let’s just say, Shen Zhou society is just like my businesses below: divided into low, mid, and high levels.
The low-end does the foundational work, the mid-tier creates GDP, and the high-end manipulates GDP.
What you have stepped into is a place for those who manipulate the market to relax.”
Before long, Song Yun arrived in front of a door decorated with huanghuali wood, and Wang Ya gently opened it, saying, “Mr.
Wang Hu is inside.
Would you like me to help you with a massage?”
“No need, thank you,” Song Yun nodded, entering the private room with Xiao Hua, while Wang Ya waited outside, slightly bowing.
Inside, Wang Hu comfortably lay in a small wooden pool, about ten square meters large.
The entire room was misty, and behind Wang Hu, a similarly young and beautiful woman was gently kneading his shoulders.
Wang Hu had his eyes closed, wholly at ease.
“You really know how to enjoy yourself,” Song Yun remarked, standing in front of Wang Hu.
“Boss, you came!
What brought you here today?
Meeting someone?” Wang Hu opened his eyes, glanced at Song Yun, and noticed Xiao Hua behind him.
“Hey, Xiao Hua, you’re here too!” Wang Hu greeted with a laugh.
“Brother Wang Hu,” Xiao Hua nodded in greeting.
“Brother Yun, wait for me in the lounge next door; I’ll clean up,” Wang Hu said.
“Alright,” Song Yun led Xiao Hua to a nearby lounge.
The décor there was also notably refined and luxurious.
Xiao Hua sat on the sofa, curiously taking in her surroundings.
“This private club is aimed at high-profile individuals,” Song Yun explained.
“These people lack neither money nor power.
They come here to patronize me, and while I serve them, I also expand my connections through them.
Gradually accumulating this way, although my monthly losses grow, my network rapidly expands.
It’s similar to the famous Hong Lou by Tian Nan in the past, though we don’t have as many transactions.
Mainly, people come here to relax.”
As they talked, Wang Hu walked into the lounge wearing shorts and a T-shirt, followed by the woman who had been massaging him.
She briefly adjusted the tea set before quietly sitting down and starting to brew tea for everyone.
“This tea isn’t ordinary,” Song Yun said.
“I sourced it directly from HZ, had it specially processed for me, and it’s not sold on the market.”
“Ha ha ha, I’m just a simple man.
The massages here are good, just coming here to unwind,” Wang Hu asked with a laugh.
“Today I brought Xiao Hua here to see the world,” Song Yun explained.
“Xiao Hua plans to learn a few things at some of my places.
I’m starting her off with some basics.”