Stepping inside, Su Zhantao immediately led Zhang Yang toward the liquor cabinet. Mi Xue started to follow, but Su Wei abruptly pulled her back.

"Let them go. They're both alkies; all they know is drinking!"

Su Wei pursed her lips. This wasn't her first time in a place like this; when Su Zhantao was still in school, he had brought her along, and she knew his temperament well.

"A little less drinking won't hurt!"

Mi Xue didn't think much of it, smiling as she pursed her lips. Su Wei instantly turned her head and spoke sternly, "Mi Xue, absolutely do not think that way. You have to keep a tight watch on men. It seems fine now, but it will cause trouble later!"

Fortunately, Zhang Yang didn't overhear Su Wei's words; otherwise, he would have immediately pulled Mi Xue away from this woman, keeping a respectful distance.

He and Mi Xue had only just established their relationship. If Su Wei was already advising Mi Xue to keep him on a short leash, one could only imagine what devious plans she might cook up later. Such a simple girl as Mi Xue couldn't be led astray by her.

Drawn by Su Zhantao to the liquor cabinet, Zhang Yang surveyed the area.

It was structured like a small supermarket of fine spirits, stocked with all manner of famous brands. This nightclub was quite large; besides the KTV rooms, the first floor housed a massive discotheque.

Large venues meant high expenditure, and the liquor here was certainly not cheap.

"XO, how about it?"

Su Zhantao pointed to a large bottle of Rémy Martin XO, valued at over five thousand yuan, and quietly asked Zhang Yang.

It was a foreign spirit. Su Zhantao’s voice was low, but the place wasn't vast, and a nearby clerk immediately approached upon hearing him.

"Gentlemen, this is Rémy Martin XO, imported directly from France. The taste is exceptional. Would you like a bottle?"

"Fine, we'll take this one!"

After examining it closely for a few moments, Zhang Yang nodded. Zhang Yang had consumed plenty of this type of liquor before, but never in this particular packaging—it was, after all, a 1998 vintage.

Back then, Zhang Yang was still in his nascent stages.

"Great! I didn't realize we shared such a passion!"

Su Zhantao started to extend his arm to put it around Zhang Yang’s shoulder, but Zhang Yang smoothly slipped to the side. A man's arm draped over the shoulder was a symbol of camaraderie, an intimacy not usually shared with mere acquaintances.

However, Zhang Yang was simply unaccustomed to being embraced by another man, neither now nor in his past life.

A bottle costing over five thousand yuan was indeed a considerable expense in that era, practically a luxury item. Zhang Yang's own mobile phone was worth only seven thousand yuan.

The waiter promptly retrieved the bottle, asked for the room number, and arranged for delivery.

If Hu Xin and the others were present, they would have immediately widened their eyes at the thought of liquor costing over five thousand yuan a bottle. They already screamed extravagance over a two-thousand-yuan feast; a bottle priced like this would prompt them to call it utter ruin.

After purchasing the liquor and ordering some light snacks, the group headed toward their room.

As they were leaving, the lobby manager, having received word of their order, rushed over specially to hand each of them a business card. Regardless of the era, anyone capable of dropping over five thousand yuan on a single bottle of liquor was a client to be cultivated closely, especially given how young this group was.

The private room was spacious, already laden with assorted snacks and fruit platters, making it feel sparsely populated with only the four of them inside.

Mi Xue took a seat right next to Zhang Yang when she entered, while Su Wei sat on the other side of Su Zhantao.

"Zhang Yang, let's toast first. May our venture be a complete success!"

Su Zhantao, having barred any outside staff, poured the drinks himself. Raising his glass, he spoke with excitement, acknowledging that he had genuinely needed an outlet to vent these past few days but had never found the right occasion.

"Rest assured, this time will definitely succeed. You can start preparing to be a multi-millionaire!"

Zhang Yang also picked up his glass, smiling faintly. He was utterly confident in the operation. Comparing the current progress against the tables he had meticulously recorded, everything aligned with his memory; barring any unforeseen incidents, it wouldn't be long before they reaped their rewards.

"Haha! Don't just talk about me; you'll be one too!"

Su Zhantao laughed heartily, the mention of Zhang Yang becoming a multi-millionaire spurring him on further.

These past few days, Su Zhantao had gone to sleep with a smile every night. Thirty million—if he sold now, he would genuinely be a millionaire many times over. Just recently, he was dealing in business worth only a few hundred thousand. To leap instantly to tens of millions felt almost dreamlike.

"Multi-millionaire? What's that?"

Mi Xue asked curiously. She knew Zhang Yang was engaging in business, and this trip was funded by Su Zhantao, but she knew nothing beyond that. Zhang Yang had never mentioned the details of their deal on the phone.

"Mi Xue, you didn't know? Your man is about to become a multi-millionaire! You just wait to enjoy the good life!"

Su Zhantao roared with laughter again, but halfway through, he suddenly grimaced and cried out.

"Weiwei, what are you doing? Why are you pinching me?"

Su Zhantao turned around, looking angrily at Su Wei beside him. As he was speaking, Su Wei had squeezed him hard, right on the waist—it truly hurt.

"Look at you showing off! Is ten million something to be so proud of? Don't forget, your older brother's bride price alone was more than ten million!" Su Wei immediately straightened up, glaring fiercely at Su Zhantao.

"My brother is my brother, and I am me. I don't want to argue with you. Zhang Yang, let's drink!"

Su Zhantao replied sullenly, turning back to raise his glass to Zhang Yang. He didn't want to fight with Su Wei, but what she said was undeniably true. Su Wei's elder brother, Su Shaohua’s eldest son, was already married, and his bride price had reached over fifty million yuan.

"Good, to drinking!"

Zhang Yang shook his head slightly and lifted his own glass.

This Su Wei was truly just a little girl raised in a wealthy household who understood nothing about how the world worked.

No matter how large her brother’s bride price was, it was entirely due to their father; those tens of millions, or even hundreds of millions, were the achievements of the preceding generation.

Su Zhantao was different. The money he was earning was purely his own hard work. How could one compare that earned wealth to a bride price?

Zhang Yang secretly thought that with her disposition, if she were forced to earn money, she would struggle even to make one hundred thousand, let alone ten million—despite being a prestigious university graduate.

"Hmph. You two drink. Mi Xue, let’s go sing!"

Su Wei snorted coldly and walked over, pulling Mi Xue away. No one noticed that Mi Xue's brow had subtly furrowed; the full smile was gone from her face, replaced by a faint trace of worry.

Without Su Wei present, Su Zhantao relaxed even further, continuously urging Zhang Yang to drink. After a while, he began to elaborate on his grand future plans to Zhang Yang.

He intended to build his own commercial empire, much like Su Shaohua’s. He envisioned his company employing thousands, and himself becoming a celebrated figure in the global business circle, a true representative of Chinese commerce.

This was his ambition and his aspiration. He rarely shared these thoughts with others, but after a few drinks, and knowing Zhang Yang wasn't an outsider, he finally opened up.

This bottle of XO was a large size, holding perhaps a liter and a half. By the time the bottle was nearly empty, Su Zhantao's tongue was already slurring.

Zhang Yang held up slightly better, but even he felt a slight dizziness from the sheer volume consumed. If he hadn't been continuously circulating his internal energy to counteract the effects, he would likely be in the same state as Su Zhantao.

"Finished already? Let's not drink anymore. Let's go downstairs and dance!"

Su Wei reappeared, glancing at their empty bottle before speaking.

Neither she nor Mi Xue had touched a drop of alcohol tonight. Su Wei disliked drinking, and although Mi Xue could manage a little, she had been kept tethered by Su Wei and hadn't touched a single sip.

"Dancing sounds good! Let's go!"

Su Zhantao suddenly stood up. He was quite inebriated now, following Su Wei out the door, completely forgetting to even say goodbye to Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang's eyebrow twitched. With a sigh, he stood up and followed them out. As he rose, a wave of liquor surged upward from his stomach, forcing him to quickly circulate his internal energy to steady himself.

Foreign spirits weren't actually that high in alcohol content—around forty percent—but their after-effects were potent. One had to be careful after consuming them, lest they be completely knocked over.

"Zhang Yang, are you okay?"

Mi Xue rushed over to steady him. Su Wei had left first, and Mi Xue hadn't followed her; she had been waiting for Zhang Yang all along.

"I'm fine. Come on, let's go down and have some fun too!"

With the alcohol hitting him, Zhang Yang also felt an urge to let loose. Going down to the disco for a while sounded like an excellent idea right now.

He couldn't recall when he had last set foot in a disco. Perhaps after turning thirty, or maybe after twenty-eight. In any case, after he became famous in his previous life, he had frequented many renowned KTVs, but rarely the lively dance clubs.

Back then, his status prevented him from being too unrestrained. If he went out, it was usually someone else hosting, and a famous doctor hopping around wildly in the main dance area simply didn't look right.

Now, things were different. He was free of those constraints. He was just a young university student, free to experience the kind of indulgence appropriate for his age.

"Okay, let's go. Zhang Yang, tell me, did you really—really—earn tens of millions?"

Mi Xue held Zhang Yang’s hand, nodding lightly, and as they walked out, she suddenly asked again.

Zhang Yang stopped, looking at her with slight surprise, then smiled.

Zhang Yang immediately recognized the subtle concerns in Mi Xue’s mind. Having lived two lives, even without much real romantic experience, his perception of these matters was sharper than most people’s.

"Mi Xue, rest assured. No matter how much money I make, I am still the same me. My heart for you will never change. If I earn more, it's only to improve our living conditions. If you dislike it, we can leave tomorrow, and I'll leave all this money to them!"

Zhang Yang spoke softly, even releasing his hand to gently clasp Mi Xue’s small hand instead. His words made Mi Xue instantly look up, a sweet smile spreading across her face.

Mi Xue had indeed been worried that once Zhang Yang became wealthy, he might look down on her. A young girl often overthinks things in the presence of the one she loves.

Zhang Yang’s timely reassurance dispelled her worries, settling her heart. She leaned closer to him; his willingness to discard even this vast sum of money proved that she was truly the most important person in his heart.

Having been delayed by this exchange, Zhang Yang and Mi Xue finally left the private room and headed toward the ground-floor disco. Just as they reached the periphery of the dance floor, they witnessed a sudden commotion around one table: a man snatched a bottle and brought it down hard onto the head of another patron.

The lively atmosphere of the disco instantly devolved into minor chaos.