Staying Alive Cautiously in the Celestial Realm and Becoming the Strongest-Chapter 1175 True Proof (51)

Xie Haichao had originally prepared an elaborate act for Wang Chen, intending to give the latter a vivid lesson on the differences between social classes and make him realize that he and Xie Yunyao were not from the same world.

Yet, all the tricks he could think of became utterly ineffective when it came to Wang Chen. Even with the help of his gang of cronies, they failed to harm him in the slightest.

Xie Haichao was at his wit’s end—what could he do besides beating Wang Chen up?

"Break it up, everyone, just call it a night!"

With a lackluster wave of his hand, Xie Haichao said, "That’s it for today. Let’s have another lively gathering next time."

The group of cronies exchanged looks. Though they hadn’t had their fill of excitement, they had no choice but to let it go.

Truth be told, the real nightlife hadn’t even begun yet!

Quite a few of them shot Wang Chen a few resentful glances, treating him as the scapegoat for their dissatisfaction.

Wang Chen smiled but said nothing.

In all honesty, he couldn’t be bothered to argue with this group of privileged second-generation youngsters. Besides, they hadn’t really gone overboard.

At most, Xie Haichao was just a bit childish. His character wasn’t entirely bad.

"Young Master Xie."

At that moment, the club’s sales staff approached obsequiously, holding out a long bill with both hands.

Xie Haichao didn’t take it, merely glancing at the final amount before pulling out a credit card and handing it over.

"Thank you, Young Master Xie!"

The club staff respectfully accepted it and swiped the card with a prepared POS machine.

Unexpectedly, the POS machine let out two sharp beeps and failed to print a receipt.

The staff froze for a moment, quickly attempting another swipe.

It still failed.

This left the staff bewildered. He hurriedly called for a replacement POS machine.

Xie Haichao, who had been ready to leave, frowned and cursed, "What’s the problem?"

"Sorry, it could be an issue with the machine," the club staff explained frantically, sweat beading on his forehead. "It’ll be sorted shortly, sorry for the trouble!"

But to everyone’s surprise, the replacement POS machine also failed to process the card.

The club staff wiped away cold sweat and cautiously said, "Young Master Xie, it seems there might be an issue with this card."

In truth, the POS machine displayed "Transaction Declined," indicating that Xie Haichao’s card had been frozen!

After failing with two machines, the problem undoubtedly lay with the account itself.

However, the staff dared not directly address it and instead responded timidly with trepidation.

"What?"

Xie Haichao’s face darkened with anger. "I just used this card this afternoon. How could it possibly have an issue?"

The club staff, wearing a pained expression, pleaded, "Young Master Xie, could you try another card?"

Xie Haichao resisted the urge to explode. He nodded at the staff and produced another card.

Yet to the astonishment of everyone, this card also failed!

Under the watchful gazes of the crowd, Xie Haichao felt as though his dignity had been completely trampled. He snatched the POS machine from the staff and personally attempted to swipe both cards.

The result displayed on the LCD screen left this scion utterly dumbstruck.

His credit cards had all been frozen!

Shame burned through him like a knife unable to be unsheathed. Yet, with the club staff standing anxiously nearby awaiting the bill, he could only glance toward Gu Zhiyong, hoping the latter might cover the tab for now.

But to his absolute astonishment, Gu Zhiyong avoided eye contact.

This evening’s gathering at the Salon, helmed by Xie Haichao, had attracted a group of over twenty, plus the addition of Amy and other girls later. With dozens of bottles of Armand de Brignac and Perrier-Jouët Belle Epoque opened—

Including a few top-tier editions at 38,888 yuan each—

The total expenses, plus other miscellaneous charges, added up to well over several hundred thousand yuan. For someone like Xie Haichao, this was merely a drop in the ocean.

But for Gu Zhiyong, the pressure was immense.

Though he held a position as an investment manager at Gu Capital, his actual family status wasn’t high, and his authority in the company was limited. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been desperately courting Xie Yunyao.

At the moment, this bill was genuinely beyond Gu Zhiyong’s means—he was already living a rather extravagant lifestyle.

Seeing Gu Zhiyong’s evasive expression, Xie Haichao’s heart sank, and a wave of rage surged through him!

He had always held a good impression of Gu Zhiyong, frequently indulging in lavish outings accompanied by the latter, and usually, he footed the bills.

But to think that such a trivial cost was enough to make Gu Zhiyong play coy!

The unspoken exchange of glances between the two further amplified the awkwardness in the air.

"Use mine."

At this moment, Wang Chen calmly pulled out a credit card and handed it to the club staff.

The staff, as though receiving a lifeline, hastily took Wang Chen’s black card.

This time, the transaction succeeded.

He promptly returned the credit card and receipt to Wang Chen, bowing respectfully before scurrying off, afraid of being caught unwillingly in the crossfire.

By now, Xie Haichao’s face alternated between red and green, nearly about to explode.

Meanwhile, the group of cronies exchanged strange looks with one another.

The credit card Wang Chen had provided was well-recognized by many in attendance, its significance well-understood.

Who would have thought, the very Wang Chen who had been targeted by Xie Haichao and dismissed by Gu Zhiyong, would nonchalantly pay off a bill worth hundreds of thousands?

Was this really an ordinary person?

Wang Chen patted Xie Haichao on the shoulder and said with an easy tone, "Thanks for the enlightening experience, brother-in-law. I’ll be heading off now; let’s talk over the phone if anything comes up."

He nodded slightly at everyone, then sauntered away.

Xie Haichao stood motionless for a moment before erupting in a series of expletives: "Damn, damn, damn!"

"Wait a second!"

Just as Wang Chen stepped out of the Salon’s front door, a hurried voice called out from behind.

A young woman in a white dress chased after him.

Wang Chen smiled and asked, "Is there something you need?"

It was the girl who had accompanied him for several hours. Allegedly, she was a senior student at Huhai Dance Academy.

The two had gotten along quite well, even sharing a bottle of champagne together.

With shimmering eyes, the girl in the white dress asked, "Could I add you on WeChat?"

Although Wang Chen was average-looking, with utterly ordinary attire, his conversation was highly engaging, and his demeanor betrayed an air of sophistication far removed from the commonplace.

For reasons she couldn’t quite explain, sitting beside Wang Chen gave the girl an inexplicable sense of security and comfort.

But what truly left her heart racing was Wang Chen’s effortless manner when he helped Xie Haichao settle the bill!

She realized, this man must be someone remarkable, hiding his talents until necessary, astonishing everyone in a moment of brilliance.

Instinctively, she wanted to grab hold of this opportunity.

"Maybe another time."

Wang Chen politely declined. After all, they were just two strangers crossing paths, and he had no intention toward her.

After some thought, Wang Chen reached into his pocket, retrieved a small item, and placed it in her hand. "A little something for you, goodbye."

With that, he turned and walked away.

The girl in the white dress stood frozen, watching Wang Chen’s figure disappear from sight. Lowering her gaze, she examined the item in her hand.

A finely crafted white jade cartoon rabbit!

Exquisite and smooth. Although small in size, it was obvious at a glance that it was a genuine treasure!

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