Chapter 49: Improper
The person who came over was a man who looked like a Texas cowboy and was less than 30 years old, followed by several burly men. Song Yang noticed that when this man arrived, the expressions of the people playing around and the nightclub waiters all changed.
Obviously, this person's identity is not simple, or for many people, he is someone who cannot be provoked.
"He's the king of the night scene!"
Suddenly there was a scream from Song Yang's side, obviously someone recognized who the man in front of him was, but he immediately shut his mouth after screaming. Song Yang looked over and found that it was Stanton who had followed him over at some point, and it seemed that this guy knew the man in front of him.
The man who was called by a nickname didn't seem to care at all. He had so many nicknames, "King of the Night Club", "Lucifer of Houston", etc. He had different images in the eyes of different people. Of course, these nicknames were definitely not good.
"Eric!" The man stretched out his hand towards Song Yang. On his arm was a tattoo that left a deep impression on Song Yang. It was the archangel Lucifer.
Song Yang shook hands with Eric. Although he didn't know what tricks Eric was up to, he must be on guard when dealing with such a person. Don't think of taking advantage. It would be a blessing if you don't get cheated. People like Eric are obviously very wild and will use any means to get what they want.
No matter which country in the world, working in the tobacco, bar, casino, and arms industries, including nightclubs, are all highly profitable industries. To be able to obtain the title of King of Nightclubs, it is obvious that Eric has more than one venue under his control.
Those who do this kind of business are basically ruthless characters with connections everywhere. In America, a nightclub explicitly needs a business license, a catering license, and the most difficult to obtain, a liquor license to sell alcohol. These are just the obvious ones. Of course, the FBI, tax departments and other departments also have to be fed.
As for privately, we have to secretly guard against other people causing trouble and deal with other gang rivals. If we don’t have some means, we won’t be able to keep the situation under control.
Song Yang pointed at the table full of drinks. The total cost of these drinks was probably tens of thousands of dollars. "Mr. Eric, what does this mean?"
"This is just a little courtesy to a 'friend'. The RICK Club always provides the best service to VIPs. Song, you are a VIP of our RICK Club. I heard that today is your birthday, so we prepared all this for you!"
As he spoke, Eric nodded to a manager-like person behind him, who clapped his hands, and then a large group of girls in cool clothes came over here. The girl in the lead was especially beautiful. This place instantly attracted the attention of the entire nightclub. To call so many escorts, the cost for one night would probably be hundreds of thousands of US dollars!
"Song, and everyone else, I hope the RICK Club will not let you down. I will cover all expenses tonight!"
"Song, nice to meet you!" After Eric gave Song Yang a business card, he left with a few bodyguards.
Song Yang wanted to speak, but the group of girls had already run over, and the leading girl directly put her arm around Song Yang.
"Nicole!" The girl who sat next to Song Yang stretched out her hand to Song Yang with curiosity. She was notified by Eric to fly back from Los Angeles today. Nicole thought that the person accompanying her would be an old man, but she didn't expect Song Yang to be so young.
Upon hearing Nicole's name, a member of the baseball team nearby immediately said in surprise, "The one on the cover of Playboy?"
As soon as these words were spoken, the member of the baseball team was instantly embarrassed, as if he had leaked some secret.
Nicole didn't care about it, she just giggled. She was at the peak of her beauty, and every move she made was full of seductive charm.
Song Yang, however, was not in the mood to have anything to do with Nicole, the playboy's face girl. Eric sent wine and invited Nicole over. Such a huge investment made Song Yang even more alert. He had no idea what Eric was up to.
After drinking a glass of wine with Nicole, Song Yang stood up and left with an excuse. When he left, he glanced at Stanton, who was squatting in the corner, afraid that Song Yang would see him.
Standing in a corner upstairs, Song Yang looked at the bright and bustling scene in the hall below. He suddenly understood the meaning of the tattoo on Eric's arm. Just like the fallen angel Lucifer, this should be the most debauched place in Houston.
Song Yang didn't have to wait long. In less than a moment, he saw Stanton walking towards him slowly.
"Do you know that Eric?" Song Yang asked Stanton directly.
Hearing that Song Yang was not looking for him to accuse him, Stanton breathed a sigh of relief, but shook his head and said, "He probably hasn't even heard of me. I also heard rumors about Eric from the streets. I heard that Eric owns 41 nightclubs, restaurants, and hotels in America, and even a casino in the south of Houston!"
Stanton talked about the rumors he had heard about Eric, but most of them were street legends. The first part was somewhat reliable, but the latter part, such as he was the underground godfather of Houston and he was at war with the New York Mafia for territory, etc., were obviously nonsense. But it can be seen from these rumors that Eric is indeed not a guy to be messed with.
What can be traced back is that he was born in Houston, started hanging out in his teens, and built this entertainment empire in more than 20 years.
After finding out some information, Song Yang asked Stanton to go back. Song Yang didn't want to stay here any longer, but today these people came to celebrate his birthday, so it was not easy for Song Yang to leave early. He didn't know what Eric was going to do, so Song Yang refused the drinks today.
This made Nicole, the playboy, feel like she had no idea where to start. All the men who met her before were like moths to a flame, but they were nothing like Song Yang, who didn't even look at her. This made Nicole suspicious, wondering if her looks had declined or if she was no longer sought after by the new generation of American men.
As the second half of the night arrived, the atmosphere in the entire club became more heated. The mixture of tobacco and alcohol also made people feel stuffy. Song Yang felt a little dizzy and got up and left the VIP seat.
Song Yang wanted to take a breath, and seeing a staircase, he went straight over. The two people guarding the stairs saw that it was Song Yang, so they retracted their steps and let Song Yang walk up the stairs.
After pushing open the door at the stairs, a gust of wind blew immediately, and there was actually a rooftop above. Song Yang walked up to the rooftop and saw a small house built on it. There were also beach chairs, barbecue grills and other things next to it. There were also a pile of wine bottles scattered on the ground, and it was obvious that someone was there.
Song Yang took a curious look and saw the person lying on the chair. He immediately regretted it and wanted to turn around and leave, but the person on the chair obviously also noticed Song Yang and called him directly.
Unexpectedly, he met Eric here again, so Song Yang had no choice but to go over there.
"I thought you would like those. When I was eighteen or nineteen, I thought this was heaven!" Eric said to Song Yang with a smile.
Eric picked up a box of cigars and asked Song Yang, "Would you like one?"
Song Yang waved his hand and rejected Eric's kindness.
Eric seemed to see Song Yang's vigilance and raised the cigar in his hand, "Song, you missed it. This is what I got from Plasencia. It's much more powerful than those soft cigars. I dare say that Plasencia will become the cigar king of America in the future!"
"Song, I mean no harm!"
Eric lay back down on the beach chair. "I know you may have heard some rumors, but you know rumors, there are always some deviations."
"Song, actually we are the same kind of people!" Eric suddenly said this to Song Yang.
"Maybe!" Song Yang could only laugh dryly. What the hell, Song Yang was working in a legitimate industry.
Eric looks rough, but he has amazing observation skills. When he saw the subtle expression on Song Yang's face, he guessed what Song Yang was thinking.
"In fact, my first company was when I was about 16 years old. I founded Community Media Company for $12,000. An advertising company in Austin took a fancy to it and bought it for $12,000!"
When talking about these, Eric couldn't help but feel proud, and Song Yang's attention was also attracted.
It seemed like he hadn't talked about this with anyone for a long time. Eric told Song Yang a lot of his past events. "When I was 21, I bought my first nightclub after my divorce. For this, I sold all my baseball cards and got 40,000 US dollars!"
When Song Yang heard about the baseball star cards he sold, he couldn't help but ask, "You played baseball too?"
"I was the main player in the school baseball team, and later I transferred to the football team. You should know that the football team is more popular with girls than the baseball team." Eric showed off his physique.
Eric looked at Song Yang, "In fact, there is more than that, Song, the RICK Club may be listed on the Nasdaq together with your DoubleClick Company!"
Song Yang looked at Eric with a strange expression, not knowing whether he had said it wrong or he had heard it wrong. A nightclub was listed on Nasdaq?
Eric was not surprised by Song Yang's expression. He always had the same expression when he met with Wall Street companies in New York.
With a helpless look, Eric raised the bottle and took a sip. "I can't believe it either, but a few months ago, RICK submitted an application for listing to the Nasdaq Trading Commission and it was not rejected!"
Song Yang didn't know what to say for a moment. He didn't know when Nasdaq became so unserious. Isn't this too wild? !
After a while, Song Yang carefully asked Eric, "So Eric, what do you want to do?"
Song Yang was referring to the arrangement he made today. If RICK Club could go public, Eric would be transformed into a big shot in the American entertainment industry. Although it is not a formal entertainment industry, his status is already different from before.
