Chapter 251 The dance of the Devil’s Club, two club members meet
Tian Xiaomi was stunned for a moment.
This Mr. Zhu, why is he like that? . . . . .
The manager didn't dare to say much and quickly changed to the most dazzling ethnic song.
Tian Xiaomi twisted her waist hard.
Zhu Dajunle couldn't close his mouth.
Looks good, really looks good.
He doesn't have the respect those fans have for Tian Xiaomi. In his eyes, Tian Xiaomi just has a higher price tag.
But that price tag is nothing in Zhu Dajun's eyes.
He was about to drink when someone knocked on the private room door.
Tian Xiaomi's eyes showed displeasure.
It is quite embarrassing for a popular actress to flatter herself in a nightclub.
Does anyone want to disturb you at this time?
Zhu Dajun's face didn't look good either. Who could be so short-sighted? Didn't he feel it even when he didn't look at me, Old Zhu?
The people outside the private room knocked on the door twice, and walked in directly regardless of whether the people inside agreed.
He is a young man with white hair, his name is Crazy Wolf, Zhu Dajun's right-hand man, and Zhu Dajun's trusted brother.
Crazy Wolf didn’t even look at Tian Xiaomi or her manager. He walked up to Zhu Dajun and whispered:
"That man is here."
Zhu Dajun frowned:
"No matter who comes, they can't dampen my joy!"
Crazy Wolf pinched Zhu Dajun’s shoulder:
"Boss, it's that man!"
Zhu Dajun snorted, suddenly thought of something, and quickly turned to look at Mad Wolf.
There was seriousness and solemnity in Mad Wolf's eyes.
Zhu Dajun quickly spit out the wine in his mouth, and Zhu Dajun quickly looked at Mad Wolf seriously:
"Where?"
Crazy Wolf pointed upward:
"His office."
Zhu Dajun stood up, looking for something left and right, and muttered:
"Water, water! Quick! Water!"
Crazy Wolf quickly picked up the half-drunk mineral water that Tian Xiaomi had drunk and handed it to Zhu Dajun.
Zhu Dajun grabbed the mineral water and poured it into his mouth.
He didn't dare to let Li Yang smell alcohol on him.
It's not that Li Yang is not allowed to drink, he is afraid that the smell of alcohol on his body will make Li Yang uncomfortable.
Zhu Dajun rinsed his mouth vigorously and trotted past the door.
Tian Xiaomi and her manager looked at each other, and both could see the shock in the other's eyes.
They all know that Zhu Dajun can almost cover the sky with one hand in the South China Sea. What kind of person can make Zhu Dajun look like Sun Tzu?
Crazy Wolf then looked at Tian Xiaomi and his manager, and said politely:
"I'm sorry, Mr. Zhu has something to do, so I'll excuse you now."
The agent hurriedly said:
"You are busy, you are busy, we are leaving now."
The manager pulled Tian Xiaomi and walked outside.
This is hitting the sky.
‘Heaven’ is not something little people like them can see, hear, or speak.
Tian Xiaomi walked out of the private room and couldn't help but look at Zhu Dajun's back.
Tian Xiaomi blinked:
"If the person Zhu Dajun is going to meet is willing to help me, then I will definitely get this role."
The agent pulled Tian Xiaomi’s arm hard:
“Filmmaking is filming, don’t take it seriously.
Just think about the Cinderella story. ”
This popular actress is just a Cinderella in front of the real "Heaven".
. . . . . .
Emperor Nightclub, top floor, Devil's Club, Chairman's Office.
The lights in the palace-like office were dim.
Li Yang was sitting on an office chair, wearing a round hat, his whole face hidden in the shadows.
He picked up a cigarette.
Zhu Dajun risked his waist to light the fire like a pug, but Li Yang did not refuse.
Zhu Dajun breathed a sigh of relief.
It seems that this person is in a good mood today.
Li Yang blew out a puff of smoke:
"Get ready for the dance the day after tomorrow. Members of the Imperial Capital Demon Club will attend."
Zhu Dajun was shocked, and his face burst out with surprise.
Zhu Dajun knows very well who is in the Nanhai Devil Club.
Musicians, business tycoons, underground bosses, high-level officials, etc. are all powerful people in the South China Sea.
The people in the Imperial Capital Demon Club must also be the dignitaries of the Imperial Capital.
There is a difference between Nanhai and Imperial Capital.
In the South China Sea, as long as you have money, you can go sideways.
In the imperial capital, even if you have 10 billion, you still have to be an honest person.
Although many people on the Internet claim to be the prince of Beijing, in fact, the real dignitaries of the imperial capital will never appear on the Internet.
Ordinary people, who knows the four major families in the imperial capital?
Among the princes of the four major families, who will appear on the Internet?
If he befriends and cooperates with those mysterious bigwigs in the imperial capital, his power will inevitably rise to the next level.
. . . . . .
Two days later, South China Sea.
A car parked in front of the Emperor Nightclub.
Two people got out of the car. One is Yang Xiao wearing a crying mask, and Zhi Qiluo wearing a ghost mask.
Yang Xiao clicked his tongue and said:
"The South China Sea Devil Club turned out to be the Emperor Nightclub."
Zhi Qiluo’s beautiful eyes were filled with surprise:
"The number one city that never sleeps in the South China Sea is also the territory of the Devil Club.
You said, where will the Devil's Club be located in other cities? ”
The Emperor's Nightclub is very famous in Xia Kingdom, a real feast between the sea and the sky.
Yang Xiao chuckled:
"As long as I'm not in the Sheriff's Department, I won't be surprised."
As soon as the two walked in, the waiter wearing a white mask bowed and said respectfully:
"Please show your ID."
Zhi Qiluo and Yang Xiao each took out a black card.
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There was not a single word black, but the waiter seemed more respectful.
Because the waiter can see the code with special meaning on the black card.
【Artist】
【Ghost Rakshasa】
The waiter returned the card respectfully:
"Please come this way."
Yang Xiao and Zhi Qiluo could see the death energy wrapped around the waiter.
This waiter is a supernatural being, or he is a cleaner.
Under the guidance of the waiter, Yang Xiao and Zhi Qiluo stepped into the elevator and arrived at the corridor on the top floor.
As soon as he entered the top floor, Zhi Qiluo was severely restrained.
I wasn't surprised by the luxury inside, but I was shocked by the design concept.
She stared blankly at her feet.
It was the ballroom where the Emperor's Nightclub dance took place.
Men and women in fancy clothes, driven by the DJ's passion, madly vented the fatigue in life.
However, the sounds from below cannot be heard from above.
She seemed to be stepping on worldly desires, towering over mortals, completely isolated from mediocrity.
Zhi Qiluo walked inside.
The crystal chandelier exudes dazzling light, and the soft light shines on the spacious venue, reflecting the splendor of the venue.
Unforgettable classical piano music ripples from the flexible movements of the masked old man in the center of the hall.
Dozens of waiters wearing tuxedos, maid outfits, and masks shuttled around the venue to serve the luxuriously dressed guests.
The guests all wore masks, and Zhiqiluo felt that each of them exuded depressing power.
These are all demons!
They were talking, and some men and women danced in pairs to the beautiful piano music.
Zhi Qiluo's eyes showed envy.
She is not a demon and has not gained Death's favor.
In the Devil's Club, she may have the lowest combat power.
Because she is just a waiter in charge of the Demon Club in the Imperial Capital.
To put it bluntly, he is the head waiter.
"Sir, I am not qualified to enter here. Please don't be formal. Everything here is provided for you."
The waiter said respectfully and left the venue.
"Hello, you two, what do you call me?"
Zhu Dajun, who was wearing a mask, grinned and extended his hand in a friendly manner.
Yang Xiao smiled and stretched out his hand:
"Artist."
Zhi Qiluo did not lose his momentum and said:
"Ghost Rakshasa."
Zhu Dajun smiled even more:
"Little Shadow Demon."
Everyone present will regard the other members as the old fritters of the Devil's Club.
The Devil Club members in Nanhai and those in the Imperial Capital are all monsters who have lived for who knows how many years.
The members of the Devil Club in the Imperial City also view the members of the South China Sea Devil Club in this way.
They don't know that the Devil's Club has only been established for less than three years.
Everyone is wary of each other, respects each other, and thinks each other is awesome.
Zhu Dajun glanced at the beautiful women standing in a row outside the venue and said:
"Mr. Artist, this is your first time to visit the South China Sea Devil Club. Please enjoy the fine wine provided by the club and... the beauties."
Yang Xiao rejected Zhu Dajun’s kindness:
"I'm not interested in those, I just like to create something and do some art."
Zhu Dajun said cheerfully:
"Mr. Artist is also a cultural person.
I have gained some experience in art appreciation over the years.
I don’t know what aspect of creation Mr. Artist likes? ”
Yang Xiao glanced at Zhu Dajun in surprise.
There are people who appreciate art?
Yang Xiao felt that this person was good at getting along, and he liked people who appreciated him.
He took out a photo from his arms and showed a proud and confident smile:
"These are my art, if you like it, I'll give you some."
Zhu Dajun took Yang Xiao's photo with both hands.
Just taking a glance at it made my skin crawl and my hair stand on end.
The photos are full of disgusting suture monsters similar to the 'Human Centipede' in the movie.
Sure enough, the seniors are all devils in the sense of being stupid!
Only the God of Death can control these terrifying guys!
(End of chapter)