In Beijing, inside the club's private room, the noise was raucous.
The sound of music echoed from the speakers, mingling with the clinking of glasses as men and women drank on the sofa, quite extravagant.
Guan Chao was the soul of this group. In the Beijing military young circle, he played well; his family had power and money, and he was the only son.
He was in high spirits tonight, hugging a beautiful woman next to him, downing one drink after another, and others were happy to indulge him.
"Brother Chao, I toast to you." A buddy next to him raised a glass.
Guan Chao drank heartily, and anyone could see he was in a good mood.
"What's up, Brother Chao? Did you make a killing on stocks and projects?" someone asked him.
Guan Chao shook his head with a smile.
The crowd exchanged glances and asked again, "Could it be that your old man wants you to inherit the family business?"
Guan Chao still shook his head.
The crowd fell silent. What could be the good news?
