Night in Shanghai 2_1

Zhang Damin realized that he did not understand the other party. What he said just now also made Ruan Ling's impression of him plummet. Now that Mrs. Ruan is about to leave the Zhang family, he will have no chance.

"Mr. Zhang, please." Xu Ming urged again, then gave the bodyguard a look, and the bodyguard stood directly beside Zhang Damin.

Zhang Damin had no choice but to leave. Xu Ming followed closely behind, and Wesley faced Ruan Ling again. "Then I'll make the decision and order dinner for Miss Ruan?"

"Okay… okay." Ruan Ling's mood fluctuated. She didn't know how she felt now.

Wesley ordered dinner and the two of them chatted. Under Wesley's deliberate guidance, the two parties introduced themselves and officially got to know each other so that they would not feel unfamiliar with each other. Wesley, on the other hand, fully used his language talent as the dominant party and warmed up the atmosphere.

When dinner was about to end, Xu Ming came back. "Boss, it's done. A three-story villa with a driver, bodyguards, and servants will be in place soon. Citibank has opened an account for Miss Ruan."

"Oh? You can do business at this time of night?" Wesley asked in surprise.

"Boss, they will take care of your request no matter how late it is. The manager of Citibank did it himself. Originally, I just wanted to inform him, but I didn't expect him to do it overnight. But it's not very late now. I asked him to have a drink at Bellemen." Xu Ming said clearly.

"Well, you can go. I drove here myself. You can take the driver and the bodyguard to play. The cost will be on me." Wesley was very satisfied. The Chinese were very thorough in everything.

Xu Ming tactfully left with his men, and Wesley ended the dinner. He took Ruan Ling to the Paramount Music Hall, an industry owned by Gibson Trading Company. Originally, the Paramount was not going to be established until 1929, but Wesley let his own foreign business be built. Wesley was still very interested in this legendary place. Moreover, Wesley's investment was naturally not small. He built the largest entertainment venue in Shanghai directly, and there was a lot of entertainment inside.

The arrival of the boss naturally led to a warm reception from Bellemen. The manager of the Western Bank had prepared everything early in the morning, and the large booth in the front row was reserved for Wesley. There was a wide sofa that could seat five adult men, with a small two-person sofa on either side and a coffee table in the middle. It was filled with food and drinks, and Wesley and Ruan Ling sat together. This was the best place to see and hear.

"Night on the Sea" naturally appeared early. Wesley wrote the lyrics and composed the music. What he wanted was the rich taste of old Shanghai. As soon as Wesley and Ruan Ling sat down, the song was released early.

Decadent sounds. Music from this period agreed that there was such a smell, but Wesley did find that familiar smell. "How is it here?" Wesley asked after pouring Ruan a glass of wine.

"Not bad, I haven't had a chance to come here." Ruan Ling was no longer restrained and could talk to Wesley normally.

"In the future, this position will be exclusive to you, but I hope you study hard and find some good English. At that time, I will let you go to the United States to develop."

"Why are you so good to me? Is it just because I'm the female lead chosen by your company?" Ruan Ling stared at Wesley with wide eyes.

Wesley smiled and took out his cigar, then lit it and took a drag. "I'm here to find a wife. I'm thirty-one today, and it's time for me to get married. But in the United States, too many young ladies and daughters drool over me. Hehe." Wesley was amused by his own words.

"You mean…" Ruan Ling didn't know what to say after hearing that.

"My meaning is very clear. I want to marry you, if you don't mind my age." Wesley thought too much. At this age in China, it was not a problem at all.

However, Ruan Ling was a woman after all, and a Chinese woman. It was inevitable that she would be reserved. Her face was red and she lowered her head, but Wesley could tell that Ruan Ling was indeed willing. Naturally, she would not ask foolishly.

"Go dance." Wesley invited her to dance at the right time, relieving her shyness.

Xu Ming led his men to the second floor and looked down. While entertaining the manager of Citibank, he observed the situation below. He was not the only one paying attention to Wesley. After all, Xu Ming needed to protect his boss. Although his boss asked them to leave, he could not forget what he should pay attention to. Huang Jinrong's men were also paying attention because Wesley had opened the Gate of a Hundred Music in the French Concession. Huang Jinrong knew the background of this place very well. Although he coveted the daily income here, he really did not dare to send someone to collect the protection fee. Now, he did not dare to.

He was the commander-in-chief of the United States Air Force and an admiral. If there was a problem here, then he wouldn't be able to survive. Did he really think that gangs were awesome?

There were indeed people who were blind. Ruan Ling was dressed very beautifully today. There were drunk people staring at her. "Yo, Flower Lady." Wesley heard that and it was another group of small people.

However, just as they approached Wesley and his partner, a group of people rushed out and pulled them away. Before Ruan Ling could be afraid, it was over.

"It seems that my subordinates didn't give me a chance to show my bravery," Wesley joked.

"No, you've shown your bravery today." Ruan Ling's head was already against Wesley's chest, feeling a strong sense of security. "Although it's the first day we met, I'm completely attracted to you."

Wesley gently held the girl in his arms and slowly moved his feet. The music was soothing and melodious. His own territory was good. The band would never speed up the music at this time.

When the song ended, Wesley returned to the booth with Ruan Ling. The two of them chatted as they drank. At this time, the manager of Bellemen came to Wesley's side, leaned over, and whispered, "Boss, it's Japanese businessman."

"Let Ri's Master come and pick them up and punish them before letting them go. If they don't come, then sink them directly into the Huangpu River."

"Yes." The manager left. He was still thinking about it. Isn't the boss a general? Why is he so good at this kind of thing? How would he know that Wesley learned these things when he watched TV shows in the past. He was self-taught.

"Is it very troublesome?" Ruan Ling asked. She felt that beauty was a disaster today.

"Trouble? Nothing is trouble for me. Besides, this doesn't say much about your beauty," Wesley said with a smile, not caring at all.