"Oh, you’re a guest of Young Master Yan. Please, follow me!"

The attendant’s demeanor changed in an instant.

The young master of the club had already given them a heads-up, so he immediately granted Xu Yun entry and led the way.

"Where meaning runs deep, between the real and the void."

As Xu Yun stepped into the clubhouse, he felt the space was vast, profound, and timeless, with a comfortable balance between the tangible and the ethereal.

Quiet elegance was the brush and ink used to enrich the cultural depth of the Chinese-style space, giving it a subtle and profound spiritual charm.

An octagonal atrium with a magnificent, high-ceiling design made the entire space feel even more profound.

Sets of tables and chairs were arranged neatly on both sides. Amidst the low partitions and ornate doorways, the space was splendidly decorated, the layout showcasing the full charm of Chinese-style decor.

A few minutes later, Xu Yun followed the attendant through a latticed moon gate and arrived at a tea room.

The quiet and elegant atmosphere added to the tea room’s classical charm.

Yan Can was already seated there. Across from him, a beautiful female tea master was brewing tea.

She was rather scantily clad, wearing just a single layer of thin gauze that left her figure partly visible, creating a hazy, dream-like beauty.

Yet it gave off a feeling that was sensual without being vulgar.

"Brother Xu, you’re here."

Yan Can didn’t get up, simply calling out and motioning for Xu Yun to sit beside him.

Seeing this, the female tea master immediately poured him a cup of tea.

As she raised her hand, her gauze skirt swayed, and with a quick glance, Xu Yun thought he caught a glimpse of spring.

"Have some tea. Try it. This is authentic West Lake Longjing."

Yan Can said, "You can’t usually get this stuff outside."

"This stuff? Isn’t there a ton of it on the market?"

Xu Yun chuckled. "Don’t try to pull one over on me."

"No, most of it is fake."

Yan Can explained, "I heard from my dad that the total annual production of all West Lake Longjing is only about 500 tons."

"But according to statistics, sales of West Lake Longjing on the market reach as high as 3,500 tons a year. What do you think that extra 3,000 tons is?"

"..." Xu Yun was speechless.

’Well, I’ll be. So all that stuff I bought before was fake!’

’In that case, I have to see what this authentic West Lake Longjing really tastes like.’

Xu Yun picked up the cup and blew on the surface of the tea.

After being steeped, the tea leaves in the cup were flat, smooth, and elegantly tapered, with prominent buds and a uniform appearance.

It had a fresh, rich aroma.

He took a small sip. It was fresh, mellow, and refreshingly sweet.

It was much better than what he’d bought outside.

He didn’t know much about tea, but he could still taste the difference.

"This tea of yours really is something else."

Xu Yun asked curiously, "But you’re so young. How did you get into this?"

"Like it? Hell no, I hate it."

Yan Can sighed. "My dad likes it. I’ve been around it since I was a kid, so I just picked up a few things."

"This tea you’re drinking today is considered one of the best types of West Lake Longjing. It’s special-grade. Below that are Grades 1 through 4."

"If you like it, take some with you when you leave. My dad has a ton of it stored here anyway. He can’t drink it all, so it’d just go to waste."

Xu Yun asked, "Don’t tell me your family owns this club?"

"Nah, a friend of my dad’s opened it."

Yan Can said, "This club only serves a select clientele. It’s for their own use or for entertaining guests. It’s not open to the public."

Xu Yun glanced at the "full-of-spring" tea master and remarked, "Your dad and his friends sure know how to live."

"Er, I arranged for her myself. My dad doesn’t know, hehe."

Yan Can said smugly, "What do you think? Isn’t drinking tea more interesting this way?"

"You’re on another level."

Xu Yun said with genuine admiration, "A true connoisseur of both the high-brow and the low-brow!"

"I’ll get you a membership card for this place later, then you can come whenever you want."

"Thanks, I appreciate it."

Xu Yun smiled. "Alright, out with it. You didn’t invite me here just for tea. This is about the short-form drama investment, isn’t it?"

"As expected of Brother Xu, you get me."

Yan Can chuckled. "Quick, tell me about your project. What’s the deal with it?"

"Alright. Let’s talk it over while we drink our tea."

Xu Yun began to sell him the dream, using Liang Yan’s successful short-form drama as an example, which made Yan Can’s heart pound with envy.

’Sure, their supermarket chain made money, but it felt nowhere near as fast as short-form dramas. Over 100 million in revenue in just three days!’

’That was a whole month’s revenue for his family’s business.’

’As expected, sticking with Brother Xu was the right move.’

As they continued to talk, Yan Can wished he could just pull out the money and give it to Xu Yun right then and there.

And then just start raking in the cash.

Xu Yun said that he wasn’t personally handling it and that he had to return to his hometown soon. He told Yan Can to go directly to the company and talk to Su Mu.

Yan Can remembered Su Mu. He had met her before at a car club meet.

She was a very beautiful and classy woman, a little older than both him and Xu Yun.

She had the air of a powerful career woman.

’He never expected her to be the vice president of Xu Yun’s company, managing the entire operation for him.’

After finishing their business and their tea, Yan Can led Xu Yun up to the second floor to have a meal.

Naturally, some drinking was involved.

With their spirits high, the two went up another floor. The area was called a lounge, but it was actually a wellness spa.

At this point, it was no longer appropriate for them to be in the same room.

Yan Can took a private room for himself and arranged another for Xu Yun, then gave him a meaningful smile.

"Go on and enjoy yourself. The technicians here are very skilled."

"..."

Xu Yun went into the cozy room, changed into shorts and a short-sleeved shirt, and lay down comfortably on the soft spa bed.

A moment later, there was a knock on the door.

"Come in!"

The door opened, and a woman who looked like a manager walked in, followed by three scantily clad young women carrying small cases. They lined up in a row.

Each wore a number tag on her chest.

The manager stood to the side, bowed respectfully, and asked, "Mr. Xu, which one catches your eye?"

Xu Yun glanced over them and casually pointed to Number 7.

"Very good, Mr. Xu. I hope you have a pleasant experience."

With that, the other two young women followed the manager out.

The remaining Number 7 asked, "Mr. Xu, shall we start now, or would you like to rest for a bit first?"

"Let’s start now."

’This was his first time experiencing an essential oil spa massage since he’d come into money.’

’Hopefully, it would be a pleasant and comfortable afternoon.’