In the bar.
Zhang Shunyong quickly led Luofeng and the others to a large booth by the dance floor and thoughtfully prepared a drinks menu for Luofeng. Zhang Shunyong also realized that this young and honorable gentleman would probably be the one picking up the tab this time.
"So, Brother Feng, what's the plan for tonight?"
As Luofeng sat in the middle of the sofa at the booth, Zhang Shunyong knelt on one knee, squatting next to Luofeng. This was typical for bars; sales managers often adopted this attitude towards the rich second generation. After all, the more the customers spent, the higher the commission.
As Luofeng flipped through the drinks menu, he asked, "I've heard that there's something called the 'shenglongtao' here in the bars. Do you have it?"
