Around 6:00 PM, Qi Sheng drove his new car to pick up the two beautiful flight attendants.
It was a Lamborghini Urus, an SUV that had just been released this year.
As for Ferraris, he already had a 488.
An Aventador would cost over ten million to get on the road, while a Huracan was a bit of a step down.
So, Qi Sheng compromised and got the Urus, which he could drive in rotation with his Cullinan.
Following the GPS directions, Qi Sheng drove to the entrance of the residential complex.
Two beautiful women in flight attendant uniforms were standing by the roadside, waiting for him.
"Hey, beautiful ladies, need a ride?"
Qi Sheng pulled up next to the two women, rolled down the window, and asked with a smile.
"Of course we do!"
Liu Shiwen and Tang Qian had noticed the aggressively styled Urus from a mile away.
They just hadn’t expected it to be Qi Sheng’s car.
Naturally, they both recognized the Lamborghini badge.
"Get in."
Qi Sheng smiled and unlocked the car, and the two women promptly got into the back seat.
Perhaps because they were both there, neither of them felt it was appropriate to take the front passenger seat.
"What do you want to eat? My treat."
Qi Sheng didn’t mind and asked them casually.
"Mr. Qi, we’d like to have Western food, is that okay?"
Liu Shiwen and Tang Qian exchanged a look, quickly reaching a consensus, and asked a little cautiously.
"Of course."
Qi Sheng smiled and nodded. "Then let’s go to the Qilin Steakhouse. We’re staying at the Waldorf tonight anyway, so it’ll save us the trouble."
"We’re fine with anything."
Both Liu Shiwen and Tang Qian had heard of the famous Qilin Steakhouse, a restaurant where the average cost per person was over 1,000 yuan.
They would never go to a place like that to spend their own money unless someone was treating them.
"Then let’s go."
Qi Sheng handled the Urus with smooth skill.
Even during the evening rush hour, they didn’t waste much time.
In less than half an hour, they arrived smoothly at the Waldorf Hotel.
"Good evening, Mr. Qi."
The hotel doorman was already very familiar with Qi Sheng.
He was one of the hotel’s VIP clients, a frequent guest who booked the presidential suite.
"Park the car for me, and give the key to the butler later."
Qi Sheng had been in a hurry and hadn’t booked the presidential suite in advance.
A room type like the presidential suite, which cost 100,000 yuan a night, was almost always vacant.
To put it bluntly, it was the kind of room that major luxury hotels kept just for show.
"Of course, Mr. Qi."
The doorman watched as two beautiful women in flight attendant uniforms and black silk stockings stepped out of the car.
Flanking Qi Sheng, they linked their arms with his intimately. The doorman’s eyes went wide with envy.
These were real flight attendants, definitely not the fake kind who just wear the uniform as a costume.


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