Rebirth of the Super Prince

Sitting in an inconspicuous corner, Ye Jun peeked at the magical watch on his wrist from time to time, looking a little anxious.

He didn't know whether he could wait for that person this time. According to the experience of his previous life, the person he was waiting for would be intoxicated in the gold-selling cave during this time of night.

This place is not simple. Logically speaking, Ye Jun is not qualified to come in without revealing his identity. If Vidic hadn't been able to deal with it, he would have been turned away by the waiters at the door.

Glancing around, he saw that many celebrities and powerful people were gambling with great interest, and some were standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows to talk about some business, but more people chose to sit on the sofa, like him.

At this time, a tall woman with blond hair and blue eyes walked over. Her swaying figure exuded a kind of temptation that made men unable to stop.

The woman naturally sat on the chair in front of her, took out a female cigarette, lit it, and blew a puff of smoke into Ye Jun's face.

Ye Jun frowned. If Qingchu hadn't been able to enter this place because he was rich or noble, he would have really regarded this tall woman as a social butterfly who could be ridden with money.

"Sir, you are very unfamiliar. You don't come here often, do you?" the tall woman said with a smile.

"I don't come often." Ye Jun nodded politely.

"Really? I come to this place often, how about I take you around?" The tall woman stimulated Ye Jun with a touching voice.

"Sorry, I'm waiting for someone."

Seemingly declining, the tall woman was a little dumbfounded, but soon she looked as normal, nodded, stood up and left.

What a weird woman. Ye Jun muttered secretly. He didn't know why this woman came to chat with her, but she might also want to find out. As the tall woman said, Ye Jun was unfamiliar with her. It was his first time here, so he naturally wanted to have sex with her.

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There are many people who have the same idea as tall women. The people who come and go here are all dignitaries. If you can get to this level, the relationship is naturally established by striking up conversations.

As the saying goes, once you are born, you will become familiar twice. It is impossible for people to know each other right from the womb.

There are all kinds of people here, but those in the lobby are obviously at a lower level. For example, the first-rate people can go to the third floor, and the second- and third-rate people can go to the second floor. And those who are not in the upper class, naturally

You have to stay on the first floor.

The only thing Vidic can do is to send Ye Jun to the first floor. If you want to go up, you have to reveal your identity. After getting approval, you can handle it according to your worth and social reputation.

Ye Jun gradually became impatient. Although some men and women came over to strike up a conversation, they were all politely sent away by Ye Jun.

After going back and forth, these people not only did not get angry, but on the contrary, they became more interested in Ye Jun, but they were very sensible and did not come to disturb him again.

When the hands pointed to ten o'clock in the evening, suddenly, there was a brief noise in the front hall. Ye Jun looked up from the sky, and a smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth.

In the front hall, I saw a chubby man holding a wooden stick in his hand, wearing a gentleman's hat and a leather suit, smiling and greeting the celebrities and dignitaries around him, like a snake oil.

The people around me were all very polite, and some were excited and flattered.

This fat man's name is Mulu, and he is the purpose of Ye Jun's trip. Although he looks very handsome, no one here dares to look down upon him. Even though he is just a housekeeper, no one dares to treat him like a housekeeper.

As a slave, as the saying goes, beating a dog also depends on the master. If anyone wants to visit, they are not allowed to enter without Mulu's approval.

This is a typical example of how the king of hell is easy to hide from, but the devil is difficult to deal with.

Mulu didn't care about Ye Jun who suddenly walked out, but found that Ye Jun seemed to be blocking his way. Mulu was confused at first, and then his face became a little ugly.

Stopping, Mulu began to look at Ye Jun. He was an Oriental. Although he was wearing a pair of sunglasses to cover his eyes, the charm of the Oriental was still clearly etched on his face.

Muru hurriedly searched his mind and remembered that only two Orientals could enter this club. However, no matter in terms of stature or age, they were not the young man in front of him. He asked in surprise: "Excuse me, who are you?"

Mulu was indeed a little angry, but he was not arrogant. After all, he was just a servant, and the favor given to him by others was for his master. He was very fond of this.

Moreover, with so many people present, no matter how unhappy you feel, you have to act like a gentleman.

"Is this Mr. Mulu? Is it convenient for us to talk there?" Ye Jun said with a smile.

"I have something to do when I get upstairs, how about we wait until later?" Mulu frowned and followed the direction pointed by Ye Jun's finger and found that it was just an inconspicuous corner, which made Mulu subconsciously despise Ye Jun.

"I won't delay Mr. Mulu for too long. I just have a business deal and want to talk to Mr. Mulu." Of course, Ye Jun realized that these words were Mulu's excuse.

Buy or sell?

Mulu was stunned. This seemed quite new. As a butler, he did not have much capital to do business. Moreover, the people present gave him face because he had the status of a butler and was relatively active, but he had never done so before. Someone mentioned that they wanted to do business with him. The reason was that he did not have the capital to do business.

The young man said he wanted to discuss business as soon as he came. Mulu was fresh and a little curious at the same time. He looked at his watch and found that it was still early. He smiled and said, "No problem, I'm not in a rush anyway."

Many people cast interested glances at Ye Jun. They came early and were quite interested in such a new face as Ye Jun. Unfortunately, Ye Jun's behavior was so unexpected that he refused to talk to others. Unexpectedly, As soon as Mulu arrived, he actually came over and threatened to discuss business with Mulu, which aroused the curiosity of many people.

In fact, after Mulu sat down, he was also thinking about what kind of business Ye Jun would negotiate with him. The only thing he could do was intelligence.

However, he was just a housekeeper and had no access to those confidential documents. Someone once tried to ask him to steal some information, but Mulu righteously refused.

Mulu was very interested in his identity, knowing that he could live such a prosperous life because of his status as a butler. If he committed betrayal, no matter how valuable those trade secrets were, once they were exposed, it would be a trivial matter to lose his golden job, even if he went to jail. The problem is not big. What really matters is whether one can continue to live. His wife and children may also be killed.

Mulu didn't dare to gamble or ask for the money. He thought to himself that if Ye Jun wanted to ask him for business secrets or asked to collect information about the family head, he would leave immediately. Because such a person is either a business rival. Or he's a kidnapper.

Muru didn't dare to provoke such a person, lest he be misunderstood. If it was really a kidnapper, Muru even planned to call the police.

Ye Jun naturally couldn't figure out Mulu's complicated thoughts and said with a smile: "Mr. Mulu, this deal is actually very simple, and I won't beat around the bush. I want to meet Mr. Montana."

Montana?

Muru was stunned for a moment. This is something new. He is not looking for the master, but the young master?

However, this did not dispel Mulu's wariness at all. Because of his preconceptions, he felt that if Ye Jun kidnapped the young master, he might be able to get more money. Who didn't know that the master was dying, especially after a serious illness in recent years? It will probably die tomorrow morning.

And Montana will inherit a coveted fortune.

"I'm sorry, I can't make the decision. If sir wants to discuss business with the young master, you can go to the company to see him, or visit him in person." Mulu's face showed obvious impatience.

"Mr. Mulu, do you think my identity is suspicious?" Ye Jun seemed to see something.

"That's right." Mulu nodded without hesitation. If it weren't for the strict rules of this club and he knew that the mysterious guy in front of him had a serious identity, he would have gotten up and left long ago.

"I wonder if these three business cards can dispel Mr. Mulu's suspicion?"

Ye Jun took out three golden business cards from his waist. Muru was a man who knew the goods, and he was shocked. He could get such a gold-plated business card, and he was definitely a close friend of the owner of the business card.

Subconsciously glancing at the three names on the business card, Mulu was stunned for a moment, then took a breath and looked at Ye Jun with fear.

Who is this person?

The leader of the Hells Angels, the patriarch of the Elshavin family, and the patriarch of the Brooke family. These three people are all notorious giants in the North American underground society. I didn’t expect that this mysterious guy could actually take out money at such a young age. Such a basic business card gave Mulu a chill.

He had completely regarded Ye Jun as a terrorist in the underground society, and looked at Ye Jun with undisguised fear, fearing that if he said the wrong thing and walked out the door, he would be killed.

However, Mulu still suppressed the turmoil in his heart and said, "I'm sorry, sir, I can't make the decision in this matter."

What a joke, he dares to bring in a person with ties to the underworld?

Ye Jun was stunned. He didn't expect that these three business cards could not impress Mulu. Wasn't it just a visit?

But soon, Ye Jun understood something from Mulu's eyes. He couldn't laugh or cry for a while. He could only take out another business card and said with a smile: "Mr. Muru, this is my business card. If you still can't visit Montana, Sir, then I have no choice but to leave here."

Mulu suppressed the restlessness in his heart, took the business card and glanced at it. Suddenly, his face became strange, and he began to look at Ye Jun carefully. Then he was silent for a while, then nodded and said: "Okay, I'll call the young master. I can't guarantee whether he wants to see you or not."

After Muru finished speaking, he stood up, turned into a private box by a familiar road, and then took out his mobile phone.

After about two minutes, Mulu sat in front of Ye Jun again and said with a smile: "The young master said he would come over later and invited him to rest on the third floor."

Ye Jun nodded with a smile and followed Mulu, the Tiger Balm, all the way to the third floor. Many people below the first floor were in shock. Although they had thought that Ye Jun's identity was not simple before, they did not expect that he could go all the way to the third floor. Going upstairs, for a while, many people regretted that they were not thick-skinned enough before. At the very least, they should have received a business card.

In fact, many people could see clearly that it was only after Ye Jun took out a business card that Mulu behaved abnormally. In addition, Mulu had a frightened look on his face, thinking about Ye Jun's background. It must be huge.

Leaning on a comfortable sofa, the so-called third floor is actually a very classical hall. The layout here is very much like a medieval royal palace. Many guests are wearing medieval dresses. In the hall

Dancing in the center.

They just glanced at Ye Jun's arrival, while Mulu was automatically filtered by them.

After all, Mulu is just a housekeeper who can go up to the third floor. I think the real owner will be here soon, but everyone present knows that the old one is dying, and only the young one has the energy to go out.

They are all capitalists of the same level, so naturally they will not please a young man who inherits an inheritance, let alone a slave.

Ye Jun didn't want to attract the attention of others. After walking up to the third floor, he sat on a remote sofa, looking at the surrounding furnishings and waiting for Montana.

During this period, Mulu went up and down seven or eight times. It took almost two hours. After twelve o'clock, he saw Mulu following a man respectfully.

The man looked in the direction Mulu was pointing. Ye Jun felt something in his heart, raised his head and waved to the man.

The man first greeted the people around him politely, then sat down thoughtfully and said calmly: "Hello, Mr. Ye."

"Hello, Mr. Montana." Ye Jun smiled and stretched out his hand to shake Montana's hand.

Both of them only ordered half a glass of red wine, and Muru was sent away, leaving only the two of them at this moment.

"I wonder why Mr. Ye came to see me late at night? I heard that Mr. Ye is a busy man." Montana smiled and secretly said that Ye Jun is really able to hold back.