How can I justify myself as a Magnate if I don't indulge myself?

Throughout the journey, Chen Hao's mind was consumed with Gu Heng's invitation.

To be honest, he was hesitating...

The salary Gu Heng offered him was very tempting; 40,000 a month, which added up to 480,000 a year...

Even in big cities like Shanghai and Beijing, this level of salary definitely ranked among the highest, tens of thousands more than his own annual income including the year-end bonus...

If it were another hotel trying to poach him, he would have accepted without hesitation and immediately jumped ship...

But now it was just Gu Heng's private invitation that made him hesitate...

Chen Hao wasn't worried that Gu Heng couldn't afford the salary, after all, he had seen for himself the level of Gu Heng's spending; just one night's accommodation was equivalent to half a month of his own salary.

What truly concerned him was stability...

Although his current income wasn't very high, it was stable. A large hotel group like Hyatt Group was a place countless people were breaking their heads to get into.

But if he became Gu Heng's personal butler and after some time Gu Heng wasn't satisfied and kicked him to the curb, where would he go to cry?

While Chen Hao was lost in his thoughts, the Bentley Flying Spur had already stopped at the entrance of FT Bar.

Professionalism brought Chen Hao back from his thoughts. After parking the car, he hurriedly got out and went to the back seat, slowly opening the car door...

Many young men and women were outside FT Bar at the moment, all turning their gazes in this direction...

Generally speaking, places like bars and nightclubs were no strangers to luxury cars; not just Bentleys, but even Ferraris, Lamborghinis, and McLarens were a common sight...

But there's a saying that goes well.

It's not frightening to encounter a Bentley on the street; what's frightening is a Bentley with a chauffeur.

Bentleys, being a brand that focuses on business comfort, are primarily made for successful middle-aged individuals, except for models like the Continental that are sports cars.

Seeing a young person driving a multi-million-dollar supercar might not mean they're wealthy because too many people rent cars to show off nowadays.

But coming across a Bentley on the road, like Gu Heng has, with a professional driver—there is no doubt that's a wealthy person.

And the next scene further confirmed the suspicions of those around...

"Mr. Gu!"

Jiajun, who had been waiting at the door, had sharp eyes and spotted Gu Heng stepping out of the passenger side immediately, approaching with a smile accompanied by several of the bar's security guards...

Casting a discreet glance inside the car and seeing that Gu Heng was alone, he couldn't help but ask again, "Mr. Gu, are you alone? Aren't Sister Jia and Sister Jing coming?"

Initially, Gu Heng planned to come with He Jing and Lin Jiayun, but upon leaving the hotel, He Jing suddenly didn't want to come, so Gu Heng didn't insist and even left Lin Jiayun at the hotel to accompany her.

"Yes, I'm alone," Gu Heng briefly replied and then turned to look at Jiajun's several security personnel who were dressed in substandard suits and resembled gangsters, inquiring, "What's with this charade?"

Truth be told, Gu Heng's taste had gradually improved.

But!

He still enjoyed this kind of lowbrow showing off; otherwise, why didn't he just get out of the car right away instead of sitting inside waiting for Chen Hao to open the door?

Jiajun really got Gu Heng's point...

Upon hearing Gu Heng's question, Jiajun hastily grinned and said, "The club's just been through the New Year, so all sorts of people are around. I called a few guys to ensure your safety, Mr. Gu, to prevent any ignorant fools from disturbing your fun time."

Jiajun had figured out Gu Heng's character the last time Gu Heng spent money at FT Bar and had deliberately called for some security personnel because he knew Gu Heng liked to show off.

But of course, he couldn't admit that he was there just to help Gu Heng with his pretense...

The excuse was quite reasonable.

Gu Heng was well aware that Jiajun was talking nonsense but still smiled at him in satisfaction...

No wonder ancient emperors liked sycophants; it was mainly too satisfying. What difference was there between someone like this, who knew how to cater to his preferences and could come up with a reasonable excuse, and the sycophants of ancient times?

"Mr. Gu, your VIP booth has been arranged. After receiving your message, I immediately had the manager reserve a BOSS card for you."

Gu Heng nodded slightly to Jiajun's words and then turned to Chen Hao, who was still standing by, and instructed, "You can go back first. I'm probably going to play for a while inside; I'll let you know in advance when it's time to return."

"Alright."

Chen Hao continued to stand and watch until Gu Heng entered before he got back into the car.

...

...

This was Gu Heng's second visit here, and he no longer had the surging excitement he'd had the last time; he was much more nonchalant.

As Gu Heng walked towards the booth led by Jiajun, people in the ordinary booths nearby couldn't help but cast their gazes toward him...

In places like nightclubs, it's very easy to feel the disparity.

And this sense of disparity is caused by nothing more than envy and jealousy.

Others sit in booths with a minimum spend of tens of thousands, while you sit at stand-alone tables.

Others drink expensive liquors costing thousands or tens of thousands, while you drink beer that's just a few tens of yuan.

Even the girls cuddling in their arms are prettier than yours—could there be no disparity?

And now...

Someone like Gu Heng, with security guards clearing the way specially for him, was unmistakably a person of extraordinary status, as long as one wasn't blind.

"Mr. Gu, here is our FT Bar's number 03 BOSS booth, which also offers the best view in the place," Jiajun said, working to make his voice heard over the blaring music while introducing the spot to Gu Heng.

Gu Heng responded with an OK sign and then settled grandly into the sofa.