How can I justify myself as a Magnate if I don't indulge myself?

[If I remember correctly, Tong just asked for five or six numbers, right?]

[Just five or six in an hour, is today’s performance a bit lackluster?]

[Why not just let that boss from before splash some treasure maps and call it a day? When it comes to flirting, Tong is the ceiling, alright?]

The number of bullet comments in the live streaming room was increasing, and so were the number of people setting the rhythm. Tong Jingcheng glanced at Gu Heng, who had been sitting in the private booth playing and laughing with Zhuang Zijing and a few other girls all along, and could only smile and say, "Guys, don’t set the rhythm.

He’s the boss who let us hang out at his booth tonight, just purely cooperating with the effect of my show, everything about the competition is just for fun."

Tong Jingcheng was not lacking in emotional intelligence. In his eyes, Gu Heng cooperating this much with his live show for effect was already beyond generous. To actually follow the rhythm of the bullet comments and get him to gift him would be downright ungrateful.

He tried to quell the rhythm of the competition with a few words.

Meanwhile, Gu Heng had already left the live streaming room, unaware of the rhythm that was happening about him in the bullet comments. Seeing Tong Jingcheng coming back, he greeted him with a smile, "How’s it going? It’s been almost an hour, right? How many contacts have you gotten?"

Tong Jingcheng: "???"

He had taken pains to suppress the rhythm...

And now Gu Heng was bringing it up himself?

[Hahaha~ Looks like this boss really wants to challenge Tong!]

[Host, quickly ask him how many contacts he has gotten.] Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Tong Jingcheng laughed awkwardly, "Not bad, got 5. How about you?"

"Not a single one,"

Gu Heng told the truth.

During the hour Tong Jingcheng spent on promotion, Gu Heng had been sitting in the booth the whole time. Where would he have gone to get contact details?

"Then I guess I win this match, right? You have to honor the bet. Come to my live streaming room and send a dollar’s worth of gifts, and I’ll make you a room admin, what do you say?"

Gu Heng smiled at this.

Tong Jingcheng was indeed not bad, easy to get along with, and at least he didn’t look too greedy...

Other streamers with less vision might have taken this chance to exploit him for all he’s worth, right?

But Gu Heng had no intentions of gifting. He turned to Tong Jingcheng with a smile, "An hour isn’t up yet, right? There’s still more than ten minutes to go."

Tong Jingcheng’s expression froze...

More than ten minutes left? What does he mean? Surely Gu Heng doesn’t plan to get five contacts in ten minutes?

Gu Heng ignored Tong Jingcheng’s expression and signaled Jiajun, who was always sitting on the edge of the booth, to come over.

"What’s up, Mr. Gu?"

Gu Heng beckoned again, indicating for Jiajun to come closer.

Only when Jiajun leaned closer did Gu Heng whisper something into his ear...

After hearing Gu Heng’s words, Jiajun’s heart couldn’t help but thump wildly...

"Just do as I said."

After Gu Heng finished speaking, he leaned back into the sofa in his usual lazy posture...

Jiajun, excited, cast a meaningful glance at Tong Jingcheng before hurrying away from the booth, especially after leaving the booth, he even started to jog...

Tong Jingcheng watched Jiajun’s departing figure, a sense of foreboding rising within him...

But Gu Heng showed no intention of explaining anything to Tong Jingcheng, occasionally whispering a few words into Zhuang Zijing’s ear as he held her in his arms.

Soon, the electronic fireworks inside the FT Nightclub began to fire, and a full 30 waiters with boxes of champagne started to make their rounds, heading toward Gu Heng’s booth from the dance floor and each private booth.

The atmosphere team, under the club’s direction, started to scream crazily, and the music’s ambiance was pushed to a climax as confetti began to float down from the sky.

The DJ in the center stage shouted with a sexy voice, "A big shoutout to Mr. Gu from booth number 03 for his lavish support of five Shenlong Sets, totaling 30 bottles of Ace of Spades!! Let’s thank Mr. Gu for his generosity, give it up with a scream!"

It was time for the atmosphere team to shine, as the massive cries of "Mr. Gu is so generous" spread throughout the FT Nightclub.

Envious gazes poured onto booth number 03, and though Gu Heng had enjoyed such cheers before, he still felt a rush of adrenaline...

Zhuang Zijing, lying in Gu Heng’s arms, looked at him as thoughts began to swirl in her mind.

Before long, the waiters completed their rounds and neatly placed the bottles of champagne on the tables in Gu Heng’s booth, bowing deeply at a ninety-degree angle following Jiajun’s lead.

"Thank you for your support, Mr. Gu!"

But that wasn’t the end of it...

As Jiajun directed the waitstaff, he murmured "start" into the mic, and the DJ’s voice rang out once more on stage.

"Mr. Gu invites all the single ladies in FT Nightclub to booth number 03 to kick off an extravagant Ace of Spades champagne party. If you’re interested, ladies, don’t miss out~"

As the DJ’s words settled, nearly every woman in FT Nightclub turned their gaze to booth number 03...

Even under normal circumstances, when a big spender splurged in a night club, plenty of people would try to freeload...

Let alone now when Gu Heng himself had extended the invitation...

At nightclubs, thick skin is the least expensive commodity...

Under other circumstances, these women might have shown a bit more reserve, but this was a nightclub! Women started to move toward booth number 03 in no time...

As the first one moved, others followed...

In less than three minutes, almost forty women had gathered around booth number 03...

The huge booth, which could normally hold twenty to thirty people, suddenly felt crowded...

The nightclub’s big screen was showcasing the inside of booth number 03 for everyone to see...

Bottle after bottle of Ace of Spades, each costing nearly ten thousand, was being popped one after another with a steady stream of "pop~" sounds as if they were free.