Super Rich: Rebirth of the Top-Tier Rich Second Generation

"What a damn coincidence, what a small world." Chen Shaoyang gritted his teeth, slammed his wine glass heavily on the table, and stared at the second floor.

His friends followed his gaze and saw Jiang Yan as well.

"Brother Yang, who's that?" A rich second-generation guy wearing a trendy T-shirt squinted and looked up, his tone full of curiosity.

"Sitting on the second floor with a king's card, and accompanied by two such high-class women, quite the entourage."

Another person lowered their voice and said, "He looks unfamiliar, unlike the young masters we often see in Beijing's elite circles."

Upon hearing this, Chen Shaoyang's expression darkened even further.

He picked up his glass, took a big gulp, and said with a cold laugh:

"Who else could it be? The kid who drove that SVJ63 on Ping'an Street a while ago and left my McLaren in the dust, not even able to see its taillights."

Upon hearing this, the friends in the booth immediately looked enlightened.

"Holy crap, is this the guy you mentioned before who intercepted Fengyuntian's limited edition Aventador?"

"Him?" Someone couldn't help but glance up at the second floor again. "Is he really that young?"

Chen Shaoyang gritted his teeth, his voice trembling with suppressed anger: "Yes, it's him."

"I don't know where he came from. I've investigated for ages but still can't find out the details. All he does is drive a limited edition Lamborghini and act all high and mighty in Beijing." A mocking smile, tinged with alcohol, appeared on his lips.

"I bet he's just some kid from out-of-province funding agency, bringing his family's money to Beijing to show off."

Hearing this, a few of his cronies nearby became bolder.

"I knew it. If it were really someone from the top circles in Beijing, we couldn't have been completely unaware of it."

"Think you're so great just because you have a King's Pass? In Beijing, money alone isn't enough."

As Chen Shaoyang listened to the agreement of those around him, the humiliation that Jiang Yan had suppressed surged up again in his heart.

He looked up and stared intently at the figure lounging lazily on the sofa on the second floor, the wine glass in his hand creaking under his grip.

"Since we've run into each other today, that's perfect."

"Last time was on the road. I didn't know his background, so I didn't bother with him."

"Tonight, in a place like this, it's all about showing off and cash," Chen Shaoyang sneered, his eyes flashing with a ruthless glint fueled by alcohol.

"I want to see if he really has that much confidence."

At midnight, the atmosphere reached its peak.

The music in the center of the dance floor suddenly stopped, and laser beams swept wildly across the entire venue before finally converging on the very center of the stage.

A nightclub host dressed in an extremely extravagant manner, holding a microphone, strode onto the stage.

Behind him followed eight hot bunny girls, who together held up a huge bulletproof glass display case.

Inside the display case, a large bottle of top-quality champagne, its surface studded with tiny diamonds, lies quietly.

"Dear young masters of the capital, distinguished players! The grand finale of tonight has arrived!" The host's voice was extremely penetrating and persuasive.

"This is a bottle of Krug-Ambonne Black Diamond Champagne from Château Las Reims-Ambonne Grand Cru, produced in 1995! Only 1000 bottles were ever made worldwide."

"This is more than just a bottle of wine; it's a symbol of status, a representation of identity, and the undisputed king of the nightlife scene tonight!"

The entire audience's attention was instantly drawn to it, and a frenzy of screams and whistles erupted.

This is precisely the tactic that top-tier nightclubs excel at.

By using competitive auctions, they stir up the competitive spirit of the rich second generation and ruthlessly exploit their cash flow.

"This bottle of Dom Pérignon Champagne has a starting bid of 880,000! Each bid must be at least 100,000 higher! The auction is now open!" the host shouted hoarsely.

Just then, several senior atmosphere managers at the nightclub keenly sensed the subtle shift in the atmosphere.

They had long recognized Chen Shaoyang, who was sitting in the booth below, as a regular customer of the store and a well-known rich second-generation.

The mysterious Mr. Jiang on the second floor, who was personally invited and arranged to enter by the Construction Bank, is even more unfathomable.

The atmosphere manager whispered a few words in the host's ear.

The host immediately understood, pointed the microphone at Chen Shaoyang's booth on the first floor, and shouted:

"Who do I see? It's Chen Shaoyang, the young master of our VIP booth on the first floor!"

"Young Master Chen, you've brought so many beautiful girls tonight, aren't you going to buy this bottle of wine and set a good example for everyone?"

Then, the host suddenly pointed to the second floor:

"And that mysterious VIP in our second-floor king's booth! Who will claim the crown of king of the nightclub tonight?"

This is a low-level but incredibly effective tactic for stirring up trouble.

This directly put Chen Shaoyang and Jiang Yan on opposite sides. Under the watchful eyes of thousands of people, whoever backs down will be the biggest joke of the night.

Chen Shaoyang was already seething with anger.

When the host called him out on this point, coupled with the clamor from his friends who seemed eager to stir up trouble, his rationality was instantly swallowed up by vanity.

More importantly, out of the corner of his eye, he saw that Su Nianwei beside him was silently watching the stage.

Although no words were spoken, Chen Shaoyang interpreted that silence as a silent test and expectation.

He had already lost face in front of Su Nianwei once; he absolutely couldn't afford to lose face a second time!

"Bang!" Chen Shaoyang slammed his hand on the table, stood up abruptly, pointed at the stage, and roared:

"One million! This bottle of wine, I'll take it!"

A deafening roar of cheers erupted from the audience, and a spotlight shone directly on Chen Shaoyang, giving him the smug feeling of being the center of attention.

Chen Shaoyang raised his chin smugly, looking defiantly at Jiang Yan on the second floor, his eyes seeming to say:

A country bumpkin from out of town, daring to try and gamble with me on my turf?

In the booths on the second floor.

Jiang Yan leaned back quietly on the sofa, twirling a half-empty glass of wine in his hand.

His gaze was as if he were watching a monkey in a circus jumping around for a banana.

He had long seen through the nightclub's tactics; this low-level provocation was naive.

He didn't want to participate in this low-level display of wealth.

But who told this idiot surnamed Chen to deliberately invite trouble?

Ignoring him makes him think he's easy to bully. Today, we'll teach him a lesson he won't forget.

When Chen Shaoyang shouted "one million," the atmosphere in the room reached its peak.

All the lights and eyes began to wander back and forth between Chen Shaoyang and the king's booth on the second floor.

Everyone wanted to see if this mysterious young master, who was able to occupy the best spot, would accept the challenge.

Xu Qinghe sat down beside Jiang Yan, leaned slightly forward, and asked:

"Sir, this is clearly a scam perpetrated by a nightclub."

"The actual cost of this wine is less than 100,000 yuan."

"If you need, I can contact the nightclub owner directly and have him remove the drinks, or bring them directly to our table, so you don't have to spend a single penny unnecessarily."

This is what a personal butler is all about: finding the best solution for the employer's interests and image anytime, anywhere.