《Cash Rules Everything: My Infinite Wallet》

After resting in Lu Yuan's room for several more minutes, Liu Feiyan rose when the pain in her ankle subsided. Despite Lu Yuan's protests, she insisted on leaving.

Alone again, Lu Yuan tidied up before searching for Beijing's hottest nightclub. The earlier encounter had left him needing to cool off.

MAX Club quickly emerged as the top choice - tonight's lineup featured a DJ ranked among the global Top 100.

"Where there's elite DJs, there'll be prime cuts," Lu Yuan smirked, using nightlife slang for high-quality female patrons. A glance at his phone showed he only needed 130,000 yuan more to hit his next million-yuan spending threshold.

After a solitary 1,000-yuan steak dinner at Jingyun Restaurant (this time without summoning Liu Feiyan), the hotel's Rolls-Royce Phantom whisked him to MAX Club at 10 PM.

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The club's entrance swarmed with luxury cars - BMWs, Mercedes, even Porsches and Ferraris. Yet all eyes turned when the obsidian Rolls-Royce glided to a stop.

"200 yuan cover charge," a bouncer informed, stamping Lu Yuan's forearm with UV ink. The corporate branding reminded him absurdly of supermarket meat stamps.

Inside, bass vibrations shook his sternum before he even passed the second security checkpoint. Strobe lights sliced through haze-machine fog as he entered the main hall - a 3,000-square-meter cavern with double-height ceilings and mezzanine platforms.

"Booth or general seating?" a host materialized, smile polished.

"What's available?"

"Central VIP booths remain - minimum spends from 58,000 to 168,000 yuan."

Lu Yuan's eyebrows shot up. The figure dwarfed his presidential suite's nightly rate, though comparing five-star service to this sensory onslaught felt ludicrous. "The 168k one."

The host's posture immediately bent into a servile curve. "This way, sir!"

Their destination sat directly facing the DJ booth. As Lu Yuan settled into the U-shaped couch, dry ice vents erupted around him. A spotlight crown illuminated his seat, transforming him into the club's sudden focal point.

Cha-ching!

The system chime sounded as the POS machine spat out his receipt. Congratulations! 1,000,000 yuan spending milestone achieved! One-star lottery card obtained!

"Your beverage selection, sir?" The promoter presented a glossy menu.

"Dragon God set and fruit platter for now." Lu Yuan waved dismissively, more interested in scanning the crowd than alcohol.

"Shall I bring some ambiance team ladies to warm up your booth?" The promoter leaned in conspiratorially.

At Lu Yuan's nod, the man pulled out his phone: @Dujuan @Feifei @LiKeer @ChengXiao - Center booth ASAP. Whale alert.

His WeChat QR code appeared before Lu Yuan. "Bro, let's connect in case you need... anything later." The wink accompanying this statement needed no translation.

As Lu Yuan scanned the code, four pairs of stilettoed legs already approached through the swirling fog - their movements synchronized like a well-rehearsed hunting party.