C14 14] Emperor Card

"Violet-Platinum Emperor Card?"

"What kind of card is that? I've never heard of it before!" the Su family members expressed their confusion.

But once Xu Xiaorou mentioned it, all eyes were drawn to the bank card in the waiter's hand.

The card exuded elegance, bathed in purple with a golden cloud pattern crafted from gold thread. Made entirely of violet gold, the back of the card bore two characters in small seal script: Chen Yang.

It was indeed a Violet-Platinum Emperor Card!

While Su Hai's Major General Card required a minimum of ten million in savings, this top-tier Violet-Platinum Emperor Card, issued by the Trading Company, demanded a staggering two billion.

The gap between Su Hai and Chen Yang was no less than a hundred Major Generals.

Not even Zhou Youming was eligible to apply for this exclusive card. In all of Xichuan City, it was likely that fewer than five people held such a card.

Su Miao and Tang Jing were stunned by Xu Xiaorou's revelation, speechless as they gazed at the card.

"Perhaps the card is a fake!" someone in the crowd blurted out.

That comment set off a wave of speculation.

"Exactly, how could he, of all people, possess a Violet-Platinum Emperor Card?"

"Indeed, the card must be counterfeit, probably crafted by some forger he hired."

"Absolutely, that's got to be it."

And so, the crowd convinced themselves of the "truth."

"Chen Yang, you might be a loser, but there's no need to play the rich man," Su Hai sneered. "Two things in life can't stay hidden for long: a cough and poverty. Just resign yourself to your fate, loser."

Chen Yang simply smiled at the taunts, unfazed.

Meanwhile, Su Miao approached, having noticed the waiter's departure. She clutched Chen Yang's arm, her voice laced with urgency, "Hurry, go get that bank card back. Isn't it embarrassing to use a fake card to pay?"

"Why should I retrieve it?" Chen Yang replied with a smile. "What if it's genuine?"

His words were met with another round of laughter from the crowd.

"Hahaha, I'm literally dying of laughter!"

"I laughed so hard my stomach hurts."

"Trying to pay with a fake bank card, how could that ever work?"

"Stop laughing, what if he actually pulls it off..."

After settling the bill, the Su family members gradually dispersed. Zhou Youming waited until the coast was clear before discreetly taking hold of Chen Yang and ushering him into the car.

"Elder Young Master, it's been a decade. You've really grown up..." Zhou Youming was so overcome with emotion that his words were tumbling over each other. He spoke to Chen Yang as he navigated the streets.

"You've done well for yourself. My instincts about you were right," Chen Yang remarked coolly.

"I owe it all to your generosity. Without your initial support, I wouldn't be where I am today." Zhou Youming's joy was palpable, much like a child receiving praise.

"But where exactly are you taking me?"

"Just sit tight, you'll find out soon enough..." Zhou Youming's hands trembled with excitement.

"All this mystery..." Chen Yang buckled his seatbelt and murmured under his breath.

"Calm down, focus on driving, and watch out for the traffic ahead."

They sped along until the car came to a halt outside Muse's Bar, the most exclusive nightclub in Xichuan City.

Without money, they wouldn't even be able to step foot inside.

The entrance was lined with luxury and sports cars, all belonging to patrons either looking to unwind or on the prowl.

"Why have we come here?" Chen Yang's brow furrowed. He wasn't fond of places with such a mix of characters.

"There's someone here you know," Zhou Youming said with a smile. "Remember Zhao Heqiu? He's the owner of Muse's Bar."

Zhao Heqiu?

Chen Yang took a moment to recall the man.

Years back, when he was the esteemed young master of the Chen family, he had crossed paths with this fellow. At the time, Zhao Heqiu was a minor employee within the Chen family, hardly noteworthy. But Chen Yang saw potential in him after witnessing his audacious ideas and promoted him to director.

After shadowing Chen Yang for two years, Zhao Heqiu left to start his own venture.

"Elder Young Master, please go ahead and make yourself comfortable in the VIP suite," Zhou Youming instructed with reverence. "Zhao Heqiu and I have arranged a surprise for you that I'm sure you'll appreciate."

Before Chen Yang could utter a word, Zhou Youming spun on his heel and departed.

"This Zhou Youming..." Chen Yang shook his head in disbelief, then turned and made his way into the bar.

Muse's Bar lived up to its reputation as the hottest spot in Xichuan City, with even the female receptionist at the entrance being a meticulously chosen beauty.

Chen Yang, in high spirits, entered with a beaming smile.

Inside, the bar was packed. Amid the thunderous music, men and women were freely gyrating to the rhythm.

He couldn't shake the feeling of being a misfit. Had he fallen behind the times? Mulling it over, Chen Yang decided to seek out the VIP room first.

While searching for the private room, a familiar voice called out from behind: "Hey, isn't that Chen Yang? What's this trash doing here, sneaking around behind Miao's back at a bar?"

Turning toward the voice, Chen Yang saw a statuesque woman in black leather pants standing behind him.

The dim lighting of the bar obscured her identity, but as he drew closer, he recognized her as Lee Mi.

"Look who it is, the 'daughter' I just acknowledged a couple of days ago," Chen Yang said with a chuckle. "Aren't you going to call me 'Dad'?"

"Shut your mouth!" Lee Mi's expression soured instantly. She had gone out of her way to bring a major client to the bar that day to seal a deal. If she managed to close the contract, she'd be looking at a commission of no less than two million.

The last person she expected to encounter at the bar was Chen Yang.

"You think I won't call Miao right now?"

"Go ahead, call her. I haven't done anything wrong by her, so what do I have to fear?" Chen Yang replied, his smile unfazed by her threat.

"You..." Lee Mi was at a loss for words, her attempt at intimidation falling flat. Resorting to sarcasm, she sneered, "Muse's Bar is hardly a place for someone of your means. Aren't you afraid you won't be able to foot the bill and will have to get Miao to bail you out?"

"Why are you concerned about my finances?" Chen Yang teased with a playful wink. "I'm more curious about when you'll start calling me 'Dad'."

"Kid, who do you think you are talking to Miss Lee like that?" At that moment, a burly man emerged from the crowd, positioning himself beside Lee Mi, and said, "Miss Lee, would you like me to teach this young man a lesson?"

Lee Mi flashed a smile and teased, "Chen Yang, do you recognize this tough guy by my side? He's the head of security at Muse's Bar. Apologize to me, and I'll let you off the hook. How about that?"

The man in question, Sunn Qiang, was indeed Lee Mi's VIP client.

In polite terms, he was the security captain; in plain speak, he was just a doorman.

Sunn Qiang stood tall and broad, his face etched with intimidating scars, making him a well-known figure in Xichuan City's nightlife.

The night scene attracted all sorts, and it took a strong presence to keep things in order.

"Hey, kid, didn't you catch Miss Lee's words? Apologize, now!" Sunn Qiang glared menacingly as he barked the command.

Apologize?

Chen Yang just chuckled, shaking his head without a word. Instead, he asked, "Could you tell me where the supreme private room is?"

"Oh, just head straight on. You'll find it at the very end," Sunn Qiang replied, momentarily caught off guard.

"Thanks." With a nod, Chen Yang made his way toward the supreme private room.

Realizing his lapse, Sunn Qiang snapped back to reality and bellowed, "Kid, hold it right there!"