Chapter 12 The Night Of The Golden Knight!

"Lead the way!" Ning Beichuan was determined to take Chen Zitong to the Three Thousand Bright Lights. How could he let Fifth Sister lose face when this woman forced them to this point? "I happen to be going there too, so come with me." He Wei gloated and walked towards the adjacent bustling street. "Let's go." Ning Beichuan held Chen Zitong's hand and followed. "Forget it, I'm full, there's no need to spend money." Chen Zitong held Ning Beichuan's arm, feeling a touch of bitterness in her heart. What's the point of going? Inviting humiliation upon themselves? The rules of the Three Thousand Bright Lights are strict, how could they possibly get in? "Tsk!" "What a bunch of country bumpkins." He Wei sneered on the side, "What do you think the Three Thousand Bright Lights sell?" "Food?" "It's service!" Ning Beichuan suddenly said. He Wei was stunned and instinctively asked, "How do you know?" At this moment, she finally realized that the three of them had already arrived at the Three Thousand Bright Lights. The Three Thousand Bright Lights was a five-star restaurant, not very large in size, but exceptionally quiet and elegant. Even though it was located in a bustling area, it remained quiet and full of style. Because this place was where the wealthy and powerful came to spend! Ordinary people could hardly catch a glimpse of it in their lifetime! "Welcome." At the entrance of the building, the hostess's voice was sweet as she bowed and invited them in. He Wei took out a card and said, "Third floor, Tengyun Pavilion." "Alright, miss, here is your ID card." The hostess reached out and handed over a black card. He Wei took the black card and looked at Chen Zitong provocatively, with a smug expression on her face. Look, after all these years, the once unattainable goddess is now as lowly as dirt, utterly useless? "Sir, may I ask if there's anything I can assist you with?" The hostess asked Ning Beichuan. "He wants to book the entire restaurant and have it handled according to the highest standards." "Ah?" Upon hearing He Wei's words, the hostess stood still, her face filled with excitement, "Sir, are you sure?" You see, even the big shots from the Giant Armor side wouldn't dare to say such grand words. Booking the entire place, that's a sky-high price! "I'm sure." Ning Beichuan said calmly. "Pfft!" "Hahaha, kid, you really stepped on your own face, didn't you?" He Wei laughed so hard that her stomach hurt. Book the entire place? He actually thought of that? Does this loser even deserve it? She said to the receptionist, "Actually, this guy is here to cause trouble, he doesn't have a penny." "Well..." The receptionist became uncertain. Seeing that Ning Beichuan was indeed ordinary, she felt relieved. What is she thinking? She's obsessed with achievements. "Young man, let's go." Chen Zitong held Ning Beichuan's hand, pleadingly. Just... leave her with a little dignity. "We're not leaving. Today, I'm going to book this place and kick her out!" Ning Beichuan said solemnly, his cold gaze fixed on He Wei, chilling her to the bone. Dare to humiliate his fifth sister, he wants this woman to taste the humiliation! "Hahaha, why leave? Chen Zitong, if you leave today, you're a coward!" "Of course, if you kneel down and beg me, I might let you come in and see for yourself. How about it?" He Wei was convinced that Ning Beichuan didn't have the ability, and she was arrogant. The receptionist sighed and, judging from Chen Zitong's reaction, she was definitely not capable of doing it. Thinking of this, she looked disappointed. However, out of professional courtesy, she still asked, "Sir, do you have a membership card?" "Is this okay?" Ning Beichuan casually took out a card and handed it to the receptionist. What a clown! He Wei sneered and said disdainfully, "Sanqian Mingdeng has its own unique membership card. Your useless card is of no use. It's probably a credit card, right? By the way, have you paid off your loan this month?" This... The receptionist took the card from Ning Beichuan and was stunned! A faint golden glow, with a black dragon imprinted on it, exuding a powerful aura! Just one glance almost made her faint! As an employee of Sanqian Mingdeng, her vision naturally extended beyond the small city. This card was truly extraordinary. She had seen a high-ranking and influential guest bring it before, and it was indeed usable, even a symbol of status at one point. The only difference was the faintly visible black dragon in the middle. Now she couldn't be sure, so she said, "Sir, if you want to book the venue, you need to negotiate with the manager." Then she opened the intercom and communicated with the backstage. Not long after. A middle-aged man in a black suit rushed over. "Respected guest, hello, I am He Jingcheng, the person in charge of Sanqian Mingdeng in Liangcheng." "This is this gentleman's card!" The receptionist held up the card with both hands and handed it to He Jingcheng. As soon as he took the card. He Jingcheng trembled all over, almost dropping it on the ground. He carefully observed it, his face serious, and his heart was already in turmoil. This is... the SVIP Global Jazz Card?! This card is quite prestigious, it is universally accepted in 36 countries and regions around the world, and it is a symbol of identity! It's not something you can get just by being rich! He Jingcheng looked at Ning Beichuan, an ordinary young man, but he gave him an inexplicable feeling. Low-key! Luxurious! Simple! This was He Jingcheng's instant evaluation of Ning Beichuan. He bowed and said, "I can book the entire venue!" Boom! In an instant, He Wei was stunned as if struck by lightning. "How is this possible?" She exclaimed, incredulous, "He's just a poor kid, where did he get the card? I suspect it's stolen!" "Yes, it's stolen!" He Wei argued unreasonably, distorting the truth, just seeking a shred of comfort. "I'm sorry, Miss He, every card has strict identity information recorded. As long as it can be swiped, it's genuine!" He Jingcheng said calmly. Beep! Verification successful! As soon as he finished speaking, the receptionist also finished swiping the card. She respectfully returned it to Ning Beichuan, smiling brightly. She occasionally cast meaningful flirtatious glances. Although the machine didn't display the specific amount, it was undoubtedly of significant value! He Wei was stunned, unable to move. Is this card really genuine? Has Chen Zitong truly become a big spender? As she considered this possibility, she felt a wave of discomfort wash over her, causing her to tremble uncontrollably. Chen Zitong covered her red lips, looking astonished. Could it be true? Where did he acquire such a large sum of money? And that card, it even made the high-level executives of San Qian Mingdeng bow down! The card was indeed authentic. However, they had misunderstood one thing. This was not an SVIP Jazz Card, but the ultimate king among cards. The Golden Night Jazz Card! There were only three in existence, meticulously crafted by the Western European royal family, and accepted in over 230 countries and regions worldwide! Unfortunately, all three of these cards were in Ning Beichuan's possession. "Then, please leave immediately!" Ning Beichuan pointed at He Wei, emphasizing each word. This statement effectively sealed He Wei's fate. No matter how esteemed she was before, in this moment, she was like a discarded stray dog, being forcibly expelled. Upon hearing Ning Beichuan's words, He Jingcheng promptly signaled to the security guards, and three robust men approached, facing He Wei and saying, "Apologies, ma'am, please leave!" How could He Wei accept this situation? How could she depart in such a dejected manner? Where was her dignity? The most crucial point was losing face in front of Chen Zitong, which she couldn't bear! "No, I've paid for it, you can't kick me out!" He Wei screamed in anguish, but the security guards tossed her out of San Qian Mingdeng like a lifeless animal, and no one paid her any attention.