Ding Ning was speechless. He had explained the matter about Yagyuu Asamayu many times, so he was too lazy to explain it again, so he said casually, "No, she is just clingy to me."
"Can I sleep in the same room with you just because I stick to you?"
Blue Dream Butterfly's mind suddenly opened up. Her eyes blurred and no one knew what she was thinking.
Pan Xiangyun opened her sexy little mouth in astonishment, and her imagination ran wild in her mind. Imagining that Ding Ning was forcibly pushed down by Yagyuu Asamayu, she suddenly blushed.
Ding Ning shook his head with a wry smile. "You will know when you ask Wen Rourou."
He sent the two women back to Yan Jing Hotel and handed them over to Wen Rourou. To his surprise, Yagyuu Asamayu did not intend to follow him at all, which made him feel relieved. After saying goodbye to her, he went straight to the Majestic Clubhouse.
Zhu Pengcheng didn't show up until the end of the banquet. It didn't seem like Zhu Pengcheng had anything to ask of him, which confused him. He had to figure this out.
"You are Mr. Ding, right? Our Mr. Zhu is waiting for you in room 888."
As soon as they arrived at the entrance of Golden Lounge, the lobby manager in a cheongsam greeted them with a professional smile.
Ding Ning stilled. "He knew I was coming."
"I don't know. Mr. Zhu arranged it this way. I just acted according to his instructions. Mr. Ding, please follow me."
The lobby manager swayed her buttocks and led the way, which made Ding Ning blush. He quickly looked away and silently ran the Heart Sutra of Bodhi, pretending to look around to resolve the embarrassment.
After coming to Yan Jing for a few days, he had been suffocated. Last night, he was seduced by Qu Yan again, so he forcibly suppressed the evil fire in his heart. This made him suddenly miss the days in Ninghai. At least, he had Luoxue by his side. If not, he still had Xiaoyao waiting eagerly for him, and Lingyun would also take whatever he wanted.
This sudden desire made him realize that after going through the Weapon Refinement, along with the gradual strengthening of his body, his needs in certain areas were far stronger than those of ordinary people.
It had only been a few days, but she felt like she had been in prison for several years. The old sow's eyelids had almost turned into double eyelids.
In front of Room 888, the charming lobby manager gently knocked on the door. Zhu Pengcheng's dignified voice came from inside the door, "Come in, the door isn't closed!"
"Mr. Ding, our President Zhu is waiting for you inside. Please come in!"
"Mr. Ding, our Mr. Zhu is waiting for you inside. Please come in!"
Ding Ning nodded and walked in with his head held high. He really wanted to figure out what Zhu Pengcheng wanted to do.
When he entered the room, the lobby manager tactfully closed the door and left quietly.
"Mr. Ding, please, please!"
Zhu Pengcheng's chubby face was full of smiles as he warmly stood up to welcome him. He extended his hand and invited him to sit on the Italian leather sofa.
Ding Ning did not stand on ceremony. He sat down on the sofa, looked around, and praised, "The Resplendent Golden Lounge is really like a small palace."
Room 888 was a presidential suite. It had golden wallpaper, a golden carpet, a golden coffee table, a golden sofa, and golden home appliances. Even the f * cking toothbrushes and towels were golden. There was only one hue in the room — gold. It made people feel like they had entered a house of gold.
Logically speaking, this upstart style should make people feel unbearably vulgar. But perhaps it was because vulgarity was elegance, Ding Ning did not feel it was vulgar. Instead, he felt it was noble.
He thought to himself, Lingyun must like this place. This is similar to her dream of sleeping on a bed filled with money.
"Hehe, Mr. Ding, you must be very curious why I am waiting for you here."
Zhu Pengcheng did not continue to discuss the decoration style and asked directly.
Ding Ning smiled and lowered his head to drink his tea without saying a word. "Those who are unaccountably solicitous must have evil intentions. Zhu Pengcheng gave me a big gift as soon as he came up. He must have something to ask of me."
Since he already had the initiative, there was no need to show excessive curiosity and become passive. Eating sugar-coated bullets also required skills.
Seeing that Ding Ning did not answer, Zhu Pengcheng felt depressed. "Does this guy know how to talk?" But it also made him realize that Ding Ning was not a greenhorn who knew nothing.
In that case, he would come straight to the point. He immediately coughed and sighed with emotion. "Everyone knows that I, Zhu Pengcheng, started from scratch and spent more than 20 years to establish more than 30 clubs, including Jin Yu. I have created a big family business. In the eyes of outsiders, I, Zhu Pengcheng, am also a big shot in Yan Jing City. Even the rich childes of rich families have to give me some face."
Ding Ning was still silent and quietly listened to him. As a hunter who could lurk in the wild for three days and three nights to wait for his prey since he was eight years old, what he did not lack was patience.
Zhu Pengcheng looked at him with a complicated look and said with a self-deprecating smile, "Maybe in the eyes of most people, I am a successful man standing at the peak of life, but in fact, I, Zhu Pengcheng, know how much I am worth. Every year in this city, there are countless people who are eager to stand out. Among them, there are many highly educated university graduates, master's graduates, and even doctoral graduates. There are many outstanding talents, but under the great waves, there are very few people who can succeed in the end. More people are either broken halberds sink into the sand or disappear into the crowd. I, Zhu Pengcheng, am just a rough man who graduated from junior high school. In the words of the city people, I am a bumpkin from the countryside. Why can I succeed?"
Ding Ning's eyes flickered, and he frowned slightly. He did not know why Zhu Pengcheng talked so deeply with him, but he could feel the sincerity in his words, so he continued to remain silent and listened carefully, wanting to know what he wanted to say.
"In this city, most of the successful people like to wear formal clothes to attend banquets and parties, drink red wine, smoke cigars, skip the national standard, and pretend to be gentlemen. It seems that if they don't do that, they are not upper-class people. They make themselves look like nobles. Even when they drink tea occasionally, they pretend to be sophisticated and show their tea art. Bah!"
Zhu Pengcheng did not mind his attitude. He picked up a cup of tea, took a sip, and said with a slight sarcasm, "I, Old Zhu, am a bumpkin from the countryside. I am uneducated and don't know what elegance is. I drink tea purely to quench my thirst. I can't taste the difference between tea leaves that cost 10,000 yuan and tea leaves that cost 100 yuan. Anyway, I have to spit out the tea leaves. I am not used to drinking red wine. It is not strong at all. It is not as strong as drinking Erguotou."
Ding Ning listened to his nagging with a smile, and he became more and more curious about the purpose of this guy who was full of kindness to him.
"Alas! I have been nagging for a long time. You must be tired of listening to it. "
Zhu Pengcheng sighed, looked at him with his small eyes, and asked.
"I don't think so. It is quite interesting. Mr. Zhu is forthright, not pretentious, and quite unsophisticated. You are a person worth making friends with."
Ding Ning flattered him in a light and breezy manner.
"Really? Haha, I, Old Zhu, am also proud to be praised by Mr. Ding. Hahaha. "
Zhu Pengcheng smiled, and his small eyes narrowed into slits, as if it was a great honor to be praised by Ding Ning.
In the following time, Zhu Pengcheng talked about some interesting things that happened in Yan Jing City with him. His intimate attitude was like Ding Ning was an old friend who had known him for many years, but he never mentioned the reason for waiting for him.
Ding Ning did not know whether to laugh or cry. This guy was definitely not as simple and straightforward as he showed on the surface. He was an old fox who was very good at talking nonsense.
Seeing that time was passing by, he still had business to do at night. Listening to his nonsense, Ding Ning gradually became impatient, but he still maintained his superficial politeness. "Mr. Zhu, you are humorous and knowledgeable, which makes me want to talk with you all through the night. But I still have something to do at night, so I can't accompany you to your heart's content today. I'll leave first."
"Uh, that … that's fine. Mr. Ding and I feel like old friends at first sight. If there is time, let's talk in detail."
Ding Ning advanced by retreating, wanting to force Zhu Pengcheng to say his purpose, but he did not expect Zhu Pengcheng to be watertight. He stood up with a smile to see him off, and still did not say his purpose.
"Okay, I will visit you again when I have time. But I am busy with worldly affairs, and I am afraid I can't stay in Yan Jing for a few days. If I can't find time to say goodbye to you before I leave, please don't blame me, Mr. Zhu."
Seeing that Zhu Pengcheng was so calm, Ding Ning did not bother to pester him anymore. What he meant was that he could not stay in Yan Jing for a few days, and he might not have time to see him before he left. If he did not say it, then don't say it again.
Zhu Pengcheng was stunned, and his expression kept changing. Just when Ding Ning was secretly complacent and thought that Zhu Pengcheng could not help but tell him the purpose of looking for him, Zhu Pengcheng's expression quickly returned to normal, and he still had his signature forthright smile. "Okay, there's still a long way to go. When Mr. Ding has time to come to Yan Jing again, don't forget to call me, Old Zhu. I'll be the host."
Ding Ning was completely dumbfounded. Did Zhu Pengcheng really feel like old friends at first sight and wanted to make friends with him? Did he not ask him to do anything? This was too unscientific, wasn't it?
But it was true that Zhu Pengcheng did not ask him to do anything from the beginning to the end, as if he really just wanted to make friends with him, which made him feel aggrieved as if he had punched nothing with all his strength.
Since he had even said goodbye, Ding Ning felt embarrassed to stay here any longer. With Zhu Pengcheng seeing him off in person, he left with a mind full of doubts.
The Hummer went out of the parking lot of the Majestic Clubhouse, turned a corner along the street, and stopped.
Ding Ning sat in the driver's seat with a bitter smile. He was so focused on forcing Zhu Pengcheng that he forgot that the highlight of tonight was still in the Majestic Clubhouse.
But now he could not turn around and go back. Zhu Pengcheng knew that he could not keep his cool, and he would laugh his head off.
He scratched his head in distress and scolded softly, "Zhu Pengcheng, what on earth is he up to?"
He had to say that Zhu Pengcheng's trick really aroused his strong curiosity and made his heart itch.
This feeling of keeping him in suspense really made him want to catch this old guy and beat him hard.
But what surprised him even more was that the Magic Mosquitoes he sent out to spy on Zhu Pengcheng's privacy could not even enter Room 888.
The golden door, which looked extremely luxurious, was actually so close to the ground that even the Magic Mosquitoes could not get in. And Zhu Pengcheng never came out after entering the room.
This made him more curious about Zhu Pengcheng. "What kind of person is he? What is his identity? What does he want to express to me?
Is he an ordinary businessman? Impossible. The golden door that can prevent the Magic Mosquitoes from peeping is not made by ordinary people. "
In Room 888, the smile on Zhu Pengcheng's face disappeared, and he paced back and forth with a sigh.
"Why don't you tell him directly?"
A slim figure appeared like a ghost and asked coldly.
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