Luke didn't say anything else.
2-KAO was an old, famous club, and one of the top clubs in New York. Celebrities and socialites went there, and booking a table cost at least a thousand dollars.
If you didn't have a lot of money, you would simply be burning through it.
In this regard, it was the same as the custom-made 9998 phones sold by Titanium Phone Company.
The people who paid for this kind of extravagant spending were generally people who didn't want to lose their class.
Ordinary middle-class people didn't have such a need. They could go in once in a while and come back as a topic of conversation. If they went too often, their quality of life would definitely be greatly affected.
After Han sent the parking attendant off worriedly, he saw an average-height, round-faced girl next to Luke and the others. She wasn't particularly pretty, but she looked very sweet.
He thought it was Luke's friend, but Luke waved at him. "Han, this is a new friend we just met, Kelly. You're in charge of bringing her in."
Han: "Huh?"
Of course, Luke wouldn't say that he had used Mental Communication to find the most suitable girl for Han among the line of girls waiting to be brought in.
Kelly was purely a follower, and wasn't the daughter of a professional who had been squatting in a trendy nightclub for a long time.
She and Max had come here to line up for the same reason. They just wanted to go in and broaden their horizons, not necessarily to convince a male celebrity.
Then, it was time to enter the club.
Many nightclubs sold tickets. Even the famous ones cost as little as ten dollars and as much as thirty or fifty dollars, and were considered popular.
The UAD in front of them was similar to 2-KAO. It could be considered a luxury item in nightclubs, and clearly wasn't for ordinary people.
What he was selling was to show off, to show off.
Most people could throw money in. If a thousand wasn't enough, they could throw in ten thousand, and if ten thousand wasn't enough, they could throw in a hundred thousand.
Nightclubs were always profitable, and wouldn't turn down a nouveau riche. In any case, the nouveau riche had to abide by the rules.
Of course, Luke didn't have to go through all that trouble.
He simply walked to the entrance, which had stainless steel chains on it, and waved at the burly man in a suit.
The man's job was actually similar to that of a receptionist in a regular company. Without any hesitation, he immediately stepped forward and whispered in Luke's ear.
Luke said in a low voice, then took out two business cards and gave the man a dollar. The man said that he would wait for a moment before he walked into the house.
All of this was concealed by their bodies. The others must have known that they were negotiating, but they couldn't see the details.
Less than thirty seconds later, he walked out and respectfully removed the thin chain, making way for him. "Mr. Evans, please come in."
He turned a blind eye to Luke's behavior when he brought four people in, three of whom were dressed like lowly housewives.
What really mattered was the hundred dollars he received from the brawny man and the two personal business cards that Luke showed him.
The tip proved that Luke wasn't a poor man, because he had casually picked one from the stack of bills that had to be at least 500 dollars as a tip.
The names on the two personal business cards were "good friends" of the big boss of the nightclub.
Many people knew about the big boss, but not many people knew about these two good friends, and they wouldn't go out and talk about it.
Those who could get their personal business cards were either close or capable people, even if they weren't from that class.
Naturally, there weren't any restrictions on such people entering this nightclub.
On the contrary, the big bosses of these nightclubs were mostly trying to make friends with such people.
In New York, connections were power, and power was money.
Luke and the brawny man's negotiation was quick, but the five of them came in even faster.
Han didn't know anything about it at all, and simply observed everything inside the nightclub curiously.
Max had been beaten up by society for a long time, but he had never been to a place like this before. He wasn't interested in investigating it either, and looked around just like Han.
Her behavior was much more crude than Han's, but combined with her carefree expression, she wasn't annoying, but rather cute.
Carolyn clearly knew what was going on, but she was too busy spending money in the past to delve into it.
Kelly, who was helping Han pick a date, was surprised. She couldn't help but ask inappropriate questions, such as "Do you know the boss of this place?" "Do you know a celebrity?" and "Are you very rich?"
Luke wasn't angry, nor did he hate the girl because of that.
America was a country founded on money. Those who regarded money as dirt were the outliers.
This girl … must have been beaten up too much by society! Thinking that, Luke couldn't help but look at Max, who was a little ahead of him, and sighed inwardly. She was the unlucky one who had been beaten up badly.
But it was also this that made him view her differently.
It wasn't easy for a girl who lived at the bottom of society to maintain such a good attitude. More importantly, she was also very beautiful.
It was the same situation as when a man had too much money, women would fall for him one after another.
The more beautiful a woman was, the more temptations she would face. She couldn't resist them even if she didn't want to; there would always be people who would try to drag her down with them.
Women who didn't have money would face even more temptations.
Thanks to Mental Communication, Max was in a better state than most women. She was positive and optimistic. Although she was a lot "dejected," she was still admirable.
In the end, it all came down to her face.
Her face, her figure, and her temperament were exactly what Luke wanted.
It just so happened that he was out tonight to relax, and he didn't want to have as many misgivings as he usually did.
Many female colleagues in the police department had sent him probing letters, but he had decisively turned them all down. Even Y 'lisabet, his "student," had a clear attitude.
Otherwise, he would've been the "First Weed Reaper of NYPD" a long time ago.
Inside, he had given the black man a hundred bucks in tip and two business cards, and the benefits were immediately apparent.
A clean and tidy table was there, waiting for them to come in.
After they sat down, Luke didn't order anything except a bottle of expensive red wine.
In fact, other than Kelly, who was a temporary friend, no one else cared about it.
They cared because they were worried about the price, and they didn't care because Luke said it was fine.
He didn't care about what the others ordered.
None of them were in the habit of spending extravagantly. Even Carolyn, who used to be the daughter of a rich family, only ordered a bottle of beer.
It was already half past two in the morning, and it wasn't far from four, when the nightclub would close.
But the nightclub was still bustling.
Everyone who came in was a big client who was willing to spend money. Naturally, the nightclub couldn't let the atmosphere turn cold. At most, it was a little quieter than it had been at the beginning.
Very soon, everybody agreed to go dancing.
But Han and Carolyn were very smart. When Luke took Max to dance, one of them would stay behind and not get involved.
They didn't go dancing until Luke returned.
The advantage of this was that everybody had their own privacy, and it was more natural for them to interact with each other.
Luke didn't need to care about how Han and Kelly communicated, or if Carolyn met any handsome guys at the nightclub. He just needed to have fun with Max.
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