Feng Jun only smiled at Wang Dechao’s teasing; people naturally attract attention once they become famous.
Feng Jun didn't take this matter to heart; he let them do whatever they wanted with online pranks, as it wouldn't affect his life.
Wang Dechao composed himself, picked up his wine glass, and said with a hint of seriousness, “Let’s formally introduce ourselves.
I am Wang Dechao, an entrepreneur, thanks to my father’s influence.
I am currently the chairman of EVE Lithium Energy, and I’d say I have a decent amount of assets.”
EVE Lithium Energy is a domestic company focused on the research and manufacturing of green batteries.
Its products cover various fields such as consumer batteries, power batteries, and energy storage batteries, and are widely used in emerging areas like the Internet of Things and the Energy Internet.
Although its reputation in China is not as great as CATL, it is still a first-class company with annual revenues exceeding ten billion yuan.
However, Feng Jun hadn't paid much attention to this industry; although he had caused significant fluctuations within it, he only knew a few companies with high media exposure.
“Feng Jun, current President of Sun and Moon Technology Company, also with a decent amount of assets.
This time, we’ve formally met.
General Manager Wang, you are older than me, so I’ll call you Brother Wang; you can just call me Little Feng from now on.”
Feng Jun also raised his glass and clinked it with the other party’s.
“General Manager Feng is truly humble; you don’t just have a decent amount of assets; in a few more years, you’ll probably be at the top of the Forbes list.
It just goes to show what my old man always says: heroes emerge from the young,” Wang Dechao said with a smile.
They hadn't exchanged many pleasantries when a group of people entered the bar.
Two strangely dressed young men, accompanied by several scantily clad women, were boisterous and noisy.
Wang Dechao frowned upon seeing them, then turned to Feng Jun and said, “It’s a bit noisy here.
Why don’t we go up to the sixth floor and take a look?
It’s also a good chance for me to get you a membership.”
Feng Jun was also intrigued by the sixth floor of this hotel, and since Wang Dechao had invited him repeatedly, Feng Jun went along with it and stood up, following Wang Dechao out.
After leaving the bar, Feng Jun continued to follow Wang Dechao.
After a few turns, they arrived at a separate door.
Four people dressed as waiters stood at the entrance, but these four were unusually tall, all over 1.8 meters, with robust physiques, and their standing posture indicated they had served in the military.
With Wang Dechao leading the way, there was naturally no one to stop them.
Upon entering, there was a separate grand hall with two independent elevators in the center.
Wang Dechao took out a brown card with a pattern, swiped it lightly at the entrance, and the elevator door opened.
After entering the elevator, Wang Dechao directly pressed the button for the eighth floor, but Feng Jun felt that the elevator was not going up, but rather down.
Then, the two of them took the elevator directly down to the eighth floor.
As soon as the elevator door opened, Feng Jun was astonished by the sight before him.
This place had completely deviated from the layout specifications of modern buildings; the interior was decorated in the style of an ancient Chinese Jiangnan garden.
The fluorescent lights on the ceiling imitated natural sunlight, and in this tranquil Jiangnan courtyard, pavilions and towers carved from precious wood appeared even more ancient and elegant under the lights.
The railings made of red sandalwood and huanghuali wood emitted a faint fragrance, and the exquisite carvings seemed to sway gently in the breeze, complementing the surrounding flowers, plants, and trees.
Along the corridor, palace lanterns hung quietly, made of silk or paper, adorned with exquisite bird and flower patterns, casting dappled shadows on the ground through their warm yellow glow.
A gust of wind blew, and the decorative trees swayed slightly, rustling.
Feng Jun even thought he had arrived in an outdoor Jiangnan water town; even the air felt humid.
The few attendants at the entrance were uniformly dressed in ancient Chinese ethnic attire.
These individuals had clearly seen General Manager Wang before, as they immediately bowed in a standard manner and respectfully called out, “Hello, General Manager Wang.”
A plaque with the four large characters “Shangqing Elegant Teahouse” hung at the entrance; this was the name of the hotel.
However, it seemed that the floors 1-5 were merely a facade; the real hotel was actually here, on the eighth floor.
“This is the true location of Shangqing Elegant Teahouse; the first to fifth floors above are just for those nouveau riche.
I’ll have someone process your membership later; since this is your first time here, I’ll show you around first,” Wang Dechao said.
Feng Jun nodded; he had heard of the extravagance of these wealthy people.
But it was only today that he truly witnessed what extreme luxury was; those so-called rooftop villas were mere child’s play.
Several maidservants dressed in silk palace gowns approached, two on each side gently supporting Feng Jun and Wang Dechao’s arms, leading them to a private changing room.
Soon, Feng Jun’s clothes were removed and replaced with classical Chinese attire made of silk.
This silk felt completely weightless when worn, with no sensation on the skin.
If it weren't for seeing the clothes with his own eyes, Feng Jun would have even doubted if he was wearing anything at all.
After changing, Feng Jun walked out of the changing room, and Wang Dechao had also changed and emerged.
However, he was wearing a classical dragon robe, which looked much more magnificent than Feng Jun’s outfit.
“This is your first time, so you haven’t had clothes custom-made.
Once you deposit money and become a member, you can also have a set custom-made like mine.
These clothes are truly comfortable to wear.
But they’re just too expensive; this outfit of mine cost me six million three hundred thousand.
They say it’s handmade silk, but I still think it’s too expensive,” Wang Dechao said.
“Handmade silk? Is it really that expensive?” Feng Jun looked at the clothes on his body, finding it hard to imagine.
“My outfit has special craftsmanship; it’s custom-made.
They use some kind of embroidery technique; I waited over a year to get it.
I originally wanted a five-clawed golden dragon, but they don’t allow that now.
And it can only be worn here, otherwise, I would buy a few more sets,” Wang Dechao said.
Following Wang Dechao deeper inside, every plant and tree here gave one the feeling of having traveled back to ancient times.
Walking on the wooden floor, there was no need to worry about wearing shoes, and from time to time, a gentle breeze carrying the scent of wood would sweep across their faces.
The layout here was entirely modeled after ancient garden palaces.
After passing through the corridor, they arrived at the main hall.
It was here that Feng Jun saw two technological creations besides his own mobile phone.
Two computers were placed on a wooden bar counter, where Feng Jun needed to process his membership.
Becoming a member was also very simple: first, one needed to pre-deposit a small target amount, and second, one needed a recommendation from an internal member.
However, according to Wang Dechao, the first condition was actually the simpler one compared to the second.