The elevator doors slowly closed behind Yang Xiulu as he stared at the tall middle-aged man before him. His mind raced, but he couldn't remember who the man was.
This was quite normal, as today the club hosted at least a hundred top-tier tycoons. Previously just a prodigal young master, Yang Xiulu was adept at partying, but recognizing every one of the elite rich was beyond him. Aside from a few well-known figures who often appeared in newspapers and magazines, he didn't recognize most of the people upstairs.
However, Yang Xiulu was well aware of one fact: Anyone who could come and go from here had to be a top tycoon worth over a hundred billion.
Before coming, the Family Head of the Yang family, Yang Tianxia, had advised him more than once to keep a low profile and not to provoke anyone, not even the waitstaff, at the club.
Should he cause the slightest trouble, Yang Tianxia had threatened to expel him from the family, leaving him to fend for himself.
