Chapter Twenty-Six: Weight

  "Hello, I am Hong Hao, the manager of the fitness club. How can I serve you?" Hong Hao, the manager of Huangting Fitness Club, in his mid-30s, with a round face and wearing a high-end suit. At first glance, he looks much more capable than the beautiful receptionist just now, and even his eyes reveal a professional smile that matches his face.

  "A 300-square-meter private gym with no obstructions, fully equipped with various fitness equipment, free from external interference."

  As soon as Wen Tao spoke, Hong Hao looked at the young man in front of him with a different eye. If he wasn't intentionally looking for trouble, then he was hiding his true nature and was absolutely not the kind of person who didn't know how to advance or retreat, or understand what was high or low.

  After a moment of contemplation, Hong Hao said: "The largest independent private VIP fitness room in the Imperial Court is 230 square meters. However, if needed, two VIP rooms can be connected together. As for time, Mr., please rest assured that the Imperial Court's speed is the fastest. Within two days, we guarantee to meet all your requirements."

  Hong Hao is very clever, seemingly answering Wen Tao's question completely, without a single extra word, but in fact, he kicked the ball back to Wen Tao again. The manager is indeed a manager, and his way of probing inquiry has improved a lot. It's clear that Huang Ting has the ability to meet your requirements, and what's left is whether you can meet Huang Ting's requirements yourself.

  Wen Tao naturally understood and didn't say anything, casually throwing a bank card on the table: "Very good, this is the card, the password is six eights, use as much money as you need directly from it, I'll come over to use it in two days."

  After finishing speaking, Wentao stood up and walked out, leaving Honghao stunned.

  I've seen many awesome people before, but this is the first time I've seen someone so awesome. Hong Hao hastily picked up his bank card, which wasn't a special card, just an ordinary commercial bank card.

  Quickening his pace to keep up with Wen Tao's steps: "Sir, please take your card back. You need to fill out some registration forms first. As for the fees, our finance department will calculate them and you can pay later. You are a big shot, these things are trivial to you, but I'm still holding onto your card and know your password. If anything happens, this responsibility is really too much for me to bear."

  Hong Hao smiled humbly and said with self-deprecation: "This card is too heavy and too hot to handle, I'm just a small person who can't afford it, you'd better put it away first."

  Words, different people say them differently.

  Wen Tao didn't take back the bank card, he had his own persistence in doing things. He said calmly: "Since I can give it to you, I won't be afraid of your troubles. Can't this big place of yours afford a small card? If so, then I don't need to apply for membership here either." As for the information, you fill it out yourselves.

  Not to mention the imperial court, even those at the top level, Wén Tāo has had contact with. So-called necessary procedures and materials are just for ordinary people.

  Wen Tao didn't stop, he had already left the imperial court. Hong Hao held a thin bank card in both hands, but truly felt its weight. He could only watch Wen Tao leave, if he chased after him again, it would be a loss of face for the imperial court.

  It seems that this matter needs to be reported to the higher-ups immediately, and a thorough investigation should be conducted. Could it be that young master from the wealthy family? But his appearance is too... unless he's intentionally pretending to be that way. Yet, it doesn't seem like it, and his demeanor and words absolutely don't resemble those of a nouveau riche.

  Ah…… As he watched Wén Tāo walk out of the imperial court's front square and onto the street, hailing a taxi, Hóng Hào found his mind had become a jumbled mess.

  Solving problems with the simplest and most practical method is Wentao's style. In the secular world, sometimes some things Wentao doesn't fear, as long as they don't involve his own biggest secret, everything will be fine.

  Moreover, Wentao himself was well aware that his own demands for such conditions would attract the club's attention, regardless of what he did.

  In this luxurious club, it's better to appear more mysterious and noble rather than dressing too casually, which would be more convenient. With such consideration, Wentao would make such a shocking move.

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  He got on the car, Wentao closed his eyes and leaned back, starting to calculate his next training plan in his mind. He is now a pre-heavenly first-class warrior mid-term, the next goal is to reach the pre-heavenly first-class warrior late-stage within two months, preparing for himself to impact the pre-heavenly second-class warrior.

  The more you practice, the harder it gets; wanting to go further on the hundred-foot pole is even more difficult.

  Fortunately, I have now reached the Innate Realm, especially the Innate Realm of external skills. I can already use those ancient instruments that Master Gu Han made for me back then. Thinking about challenging these devices makes Wentai's heart very excited.

  At this time, the phone suddenly rang, and Wentao took a look, it was Nurse Yanlin.

  As soon as the phone was connected, a shout came from the other end: "Dr. Wen, where are you?"

  Something's happened! Wentao sat up straight: "I'm outside and will be back at the clinic in a few minutes, what's going on?"

  Yanlin said with a sob: "Dr. Wen, please come back quickly, Zheng Danniang seems to have had an accident, her children are now surrounding the outside saying they want to find you to settle accounts... and I'm trapped in the house... I don't even dare go out."

  "How is Zheng Dàniáng doing now? What's the situation like?" Zheng Xiūlán asked. Old Lady Zheng, Wén Tāo of course remembered her.

  "...I don't know...they were blocking the door, banging on it and kicking and scolding, I didn't dare to go out, they said Zheng Dama was going to die...some said she seemed to have already died..."

  Wen Tao slightly furrowed his brow. It's impossible. He was aware of Old Lady Zheng's condition. Although it was severe, it absolutely wouldn't have progressed to this extent so quickly.

  "Don't worry and don't be afraid, lock the door, I'll be there soon."

  As they were talking, the car had already turned into the entrance of the residential area.

  "Don't look for it anymore" Wentao threw a 100 yuan bill to the driver and got off directly. The driver shouted that he wanted to find money, and Wentao replied that people had already entered the community.

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  The general manager's office of Huang Ting, Hong Hao stood there carefully and respectfully.

  On the wide and old boss chair, Huang Yunshu, the general manager of Huangting, who is only 42 years old this year, gently flipped through this ordinary ICBC card.

  "Have you tested it?"

  Hong Hao said: "I have already paid out the annual membership fee of 1 million yuan for the diamond VIP member, the renovation cost of 300,000 yuan, and the annual fee of 960,000 yuan for the two private VIP rooms, a total of 2.26 million yuan."

  "Have you looked?"

  Hong Hao said: "We've already had someone check it out, our people say that this card number has too high privileges..."

  Huang Yunshu raised her eyes and looked at Hong Hao: "It's just that it can't be investigated."

  Yes

  Huang Yunshu leaned back in his large boss chair, his fingers lightly tapping on the armrest.

  "General Manager, don't you think we should report this and let the higher-ups investigate?" asked Hong Hao cautiously.

  "No need," Huang Yunxiu thought for a moment and pushed the bank card forward, saying: "You take care of the card, just remember that he is now our esteemed diamond-level VIP."

  "Yes" Hong Hao didn't understand what the general manager meant, but the general manager didn't say anything, so he couldn't ask. The Huang Ting Club was a place where rich and powerful people gathered to collect information, aside from making money. There was a mysterious person whose background was completely unknown, and the general manager hadn't investigated thoroughly to understand the situation, this was the first time.

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