The Beautiful CEO’s Super Soldier King
Chapter 824 - 824 824 Elegant but not Vulgar Performance
824: Chapter 824: [Elegant but not Vulgar Performance] 824: Chapter 824: [Elegant but not Vulgar Performance] “It was through this fight that he became the new European boxing champion.
His background is complex, rumored to have connections with a royal family, and he emerged from underground fighting rings.
It’s said he has a habit of using live humans for his training!” Fred continued.
“Using live humans for training?” Lu Wanqing asked curiously.
Fred nodded: “Yes, it’s said that every time Smith trains, he gathers a batch of refugees, lures them with money and women, and makes them attack him with all their might.
Then Smith kills them all with his fists one by one to achieve his training purpose.
He says this gives him the most realistic combat experience, allowing him to find inspiration from the fury of desperate people and improve his boxing skills!”
“Gasp!”
Chu Qingxue and Lu Wanqing both gasped: “To do such a thing is really too cruel!
This is the first time we’ve heard of such a training method!”
Ye Chenfeng just smiled and said nothing.
“His goal should be the same as ours, heading to Lido!
I wonder what event Lido has tonight!” Fred paused and said.
Ye Chenfeng smiled ambiguously: “Of course it will definitely be very exciting!
A coexistence of high art and hot blood!”
“Mr.
Nicholas, I’m looking forward to tonight’s revelry!” Fred swept away his gloom and revealed an excited expression.
Knowing the other party’s identity, Fred certainly did not dare to have his men stop them, and soon the Paramount Marauders were out of sight.
Chu Qingxue glanced at Ye Chenfeng and looked forward to Lido even more.
Shortly after, Fred brought Ye Chenfeng and the three to the Champs-Elysees, for Lido is located on this street.
“Turns out it’s a nightclub!”
Upon reaching the destination, Chu Qingxue and Lu Wanqing realized that this was a nightclub.
“Fred, what’s wrong with a nightclub?
It’s not like I’ve never been to one.” Chu Qingxue’s tone carried a hint of reproach.
Fred awkwardly explained again, but Ye Chenfeng spoke up: “You misunderstood old Fred.
There are three world-renowned nightclubs in Paris: Moulin Rouge, Lido, and Crazy Horse.
Fred is your subordinate, he knows your temperament, and he knows you definitely wouldn’t be interested in such nightclubs, so he didn’t know how to explain.”
Hearing Ye Chenfeng’s words, Fred gave him a grateful look; it was clear Ye Chenfeng had spoken his mind.
“Oh, I see!
I knew Fred wouldn’t be so hesitant!” Chu Qingxue had an expression of sudden realization.
Lu Wanqing pulled Ye Chenfeng’s arm, glaring at him annoyed: “Ye Chenfeng, you really are a pervert.
You’re so familiar with such places, you must have been here often before, right?”
Ye Chenfeng rolled his eyes at her: “What do you understand?
A big personality from the Divine Land once rated this place as high art after visiting here.
Oh, long hair but short knowledge…
You have them both!”
“You bastard!” Lu Wanqing glared at Ye Chenfeng, her small face filled with anger, wanting to bite off a piece of him.
Under the guidance of the waiter, Ye Chenfeng and his party entered the Lido nightclub.
At the same time, Ye Chenfeng was also on alert, discreetly scanning the people around.
After all, tonight was not for fun, but for a transaction.
The large water screen view inside Lido, along with the performances of seals and bears, truly broadened Chu Qingxue’s horizons.
Channeled waterways connected the small tables between guests, with miniature boats floating on the water.
Jazz music flowed gently, making it a blissful experience to dine during such performances.
Fred explained: “Lido was the first to introduce the ‘dinner show’ concept, allowing guests to enjoy the beautiful scenery while savoring fine food.
This special combination spread worldwide with Lido’s 1950s agreement with Las Vegas in the U.S., and to this day, the Lido model continues to lead global entertainment trends.”
“Wow!”
Seeing the helicopter performance at Lido made Chu Qingxue and Lu Wanqing’s eyes almost pop out.
Both had studied abroad, attended many gatherings, but it was their first time encountering Lido’s model.
“There’s even better inside!” Ye Chenfeng smiled mischievously.
“Miss Samantha, the spots inside are already reserved.
Let’s head there now, they will arrive shortly!” Fred led the way.
“…”
Upon reaching the designated spot, Chu Qingxue and Lu Wanqing’s legs felt like they were filled with lead, unable to move.
They stood there in a daze, their expressions frozen.
All because a wonderful performance was taking place on stage, with the Bluebell girls, the showgirls, performing, while hundreds in the audience stared intently.
Ye Chenfeng sat down, poured himself some champagne and began to enjoy the performance on stage, clearly familiar with the place.
Every showgirl stood about 1.75 meters tall, with well-proportioned figures and beautiful features.
“Miss Samantha, please have a seat!” Fred reminded Chu Qingxue when he saw their stunned state.
After all, Chu Qingxue and Lu Wanqing were attracting a lot of attention, with many eyes on them instead of the stage.
“Oh!”
Realizing their awkwardness, the two quickly took their seats.
As they watched the performance, they saw Ye Chenfeng was genuinely appreciating it without the slightest bit of distraction in his eyes.
In Fred’s words: Ye Chenfeng was simply an artist!
Looking around at other men, they saw the same, purely appreciating, without any other thoughts.
Initially, they thought it would be a different kind of occasion.
Now, it was completely different from what they imagined.
As they appreciated the high-level performance, both Chu Qingxue and Lu Wanqing had the same thought crossing their minds.
Watching such sophisticated performances was indeed a pleasure, even the dirtiest souls couldn’t come up with any evil thoughts.
Lido’s guests mainly included members of the British royal family, entertainment celebrities, fashion maestros, sports stars, etc., making Lido a high-class place, and it’s no exaggeration to call it a temple of art.
“Miss Samantha, they’re here!” Fred said as three people approached from the left.