Reborn As Lucky Star
Chapter 492: I Have Plenty of Money

Chapter 492: Chapter 492: I Have Plenty of Money

Many private cars were parked outside the nightclub, almost all of them high-end sedans imported from abroad.

In one of the less conspicuous black cars, an adult and a child were having their final showdown.

Unlike his usual reserved attire, today Yan Sinian was dressed in a completely revitalized style.

His hair stood back in a slick pompadour, currently popular among TV actors.

It fully revealed his ample forehead and a pair of thin yet attractive eyes.

He appeared more unrestrained than usual.

Perhaps to exude a sort of nouveau riche vibe, he aimed to fit in more with the image of the nightclub’s clientele.

Yan Sinian wore a heavy gold chain over his shirt, yet it didn’t look ostentatious; instead, it added a carefree débauché vibe to his person.

But at this moment, this unusually dressed Dr. Yan was negotiating with a little one, a hint of helplessness on his face.

"This isn’t a place for kids, wait outside for me," he said.

Yue Qingqing didn’t want to miss out on the fun, "I’ll use my Stealth Technique, no one will see me."

"Stealth can cause disturbances in the Spiritual Energy, and what if an evil cultivator detects it."

Yue Qingqing changed tactics, "Then I’ll just go in with you?"

Yan Sinian held his forehead, displaying a scholar’s helplessness when confronting a soldier.

The co-driver, the Chief, chuckled awkwardly, "Kid, you have to be an adult to enter a nightclub."

Yue Qingqing wanted to argue further, but Yan Sinian played his trump card.

"If you insist on following me, I’ll have to call your parents."

Yue Qingqing, "?"

What’s with tattling? Can’t you take a joke?

After much persuasion, Yue Qingqing finally stayed in the car.

She didn’t really understand what a nightclub was for.

No one from the Yue Family would discuss it in front of her; she always thought it was like the old dance halls where people went to watch singing and dancing.

Little did she know it was similar to Pansi Cave inside.

Yan Sinian got out of the car and straightened his collar.

It was already evening, yet according to the script the Chief had given him, he put the sunglasses on his bridge of his nose.

Today his persona was "the foolishly rich son of a tycoon from Zhuancheng looking for investment opportunities, who especially loves indulging in pleasures."

Although the Chief felt that Yan Sinian’s outfit wouldn’t let anyone connect him to Dr. Xiaoyan in the hospital.

But the Chief still thought that wearing sunglasses to cover most of his face was a more reliable option.

The nightclub’s entrance was wide open with two muscular bouncers standing outside.

Their gaze swept over every guest entering like an X-ray.

Yan Sinian walked in unfazed.

The receptionist saw a new face, a man dressed like he’s loaded with money, and quickly a young man approached to inquire.

"Hello Boss, is this your first time here?"

Yan Sinian raised an eyebrow, pulled out his wallet and smacked a hundred-yuan bill into the man’s hand.

"Bring me something fresh, don’t try to fool me with second-rate stuff."

It was easy to be generous when someone else was footing the bill.

The young man, surprised by the generous tip, immediately greeted Yan Sinian with a smile and invited him inside.

"Boss, you’re generous! Should I arrange a private room for you?"

Yan Sinian shook his head, "I prefer lively places."

As he spoke, he handed over another bill.

The waiter understood and quickly cleared the most central spot in front of the dance floor.

"This way, please." Seeing how lavish Yan Sinian was, it was clear he came from a wealthy background—it was almost as if the words ’easy money’ were written on his face.

The waiter sized him up and whispered, "Would you like to drink alone, or..."

Yan Sinian immediately scoffed, "I like lively, not just watching the lively. How can I drink alone? Are you going to drink with me?"

The waiter quickly bowed, "I wouldn’t dare to presume such an honor. Just a moment, and I’ll find you some beautiful girls."

Slap!

A stack of hundred-yuan bills was thrown onto the table, and Yan Sinian leaned back in the sofa crossing his legs.

"Don’t bring me any damaged goods, I have plenty of money."