Chapter 320 Intoxicated Red Boat
"Just use Facebook Pay," Noah said, pulling out his phone and scanning to pay the forty grand.
"Come on in, guys!" The woman smiled slightly as the payment went through, extending her arm to invite Noah and Bodhi onto the yacht.
"Must be nice to have money!"
"Yeah, forty grand, just like that."
The tourists on the shore watched Noah and Bodhi's backs with envy.
As they stepped onto the yacht, a faint, pleasant fragrance greeted them. The yacht had three levels, each with long tables surrounded by soft woven cushions that could seat three to four people. The tables were laden with delicious local dishes, steaming and aromatic.
The tables were already filled with guests, mostly young people with slicked-back hair and stylish clothes, clearly from wealthy families.
In the center of the yacht was a nine-foot-wide stage covered in red carpet, where four graceful, attractive girls in skimpy outfits were dancing. Their elegant movements occasionally revealed their smooth thighs and ample breasts, drawing cheers from the audience.
A server led Noah and Bodhi to a long table in the northwest corner of the first level.
"People who come here usually have deep pockets," Bodhi said, glancing at the stage with a smile.
"Just the entry fee is twenty grand, and there are definitely other entertainment options. A night here could easily cost over a hundred grand. You need to have some serious money to come to a place like this," Noah said, cutting into his steak and taking a bite.
The subtle fragrance filled his mouth, along with a hint of flavor that was quite delicious.
"Hey, buddy, don't be so quick to judge. This Intoxicated Red Boat isn't just for the rich; regular folks can come too!" A young man at the next table smiled and countered Noah's statement.
The young man, around twenty-three, had short hair and flushed cheeks, reeking of alcohol—clearly, he had been drinking heavily.
"Just the entry fee is twenty grand. Regular folks might not be willing to spend that kind of money," Noah said, glancing at the young man.
The young man shook his head, his breath heavy with alcohol as he spoke to Noah, "Buddy, you clearly lack social experience. Take me, for example—I'm just a regular guy with a monthly salary of four grand."
"Twenty grand is half a year's income for me, and I'd have to scrimp and save. But I still came here for a chance encounter."
"Really? Why?" Noah was genuinely curious. With the young man's salary, he couldn't afford to come to a place like this, yet he did.
"Because here, you can find respect. You can see and experience the lifestyle of the upper class," the young man said with a bitter smile.
"The housing prices in Silverlight City start at over ten grand for the cheap ones and go up to fifty or sixty grand for the expensive ones. With my three to four grand salary, I'll never be able to buy a house and settle down in Silverlight City. Do you know what it's like to feel hopeless about life?"
"Mymonthly salary is just a meal for the rich—that's hopelessness!"
"The worst part is, in this money-driven society, a poor person can't get any respect. If you don't have money, people ignore you. You won't even have a girlfriend."
The young man's face was full of frustration, but his eyes regained some sparkle as he looked at the stage.
"But here at Intoxicated Red Boat, everything's different."
"As long as you pay the twenty grand entry fee, everyone here treats you like royalty. Those beautiful, high-and-mighty women who wouldn't even glance at you in everyday life are warm and welcoming here. They might even let you get a little handsy."
"And here, you can see those top-tier wealthy people living it up, spending money like it's nothing. You can truly witness their lifestyle and even fantasize about being one of them. The twenty grand is totally worth it!"
"In short, at Intoxicated Red Boat, the twenty grand entry fee lets you experience respect, see what real wealth is, and understand the lifestyle of the rich!"
The young man's face suddenly showed a look of resignation.
"Of course, when the sun rises tomorrow, I'll be back at the factory, working on the assembly line. But for now, I just want to enjoy myself!"
Noah shook his head slightly but didn't say more. The world was full of suffering, and Noah couldn't change it. He could only strive to give his family, friends, and brothers a good life.
"Buddy, to be honest, about forty percent of the guests on this first level share my mindset," the young man said with a smile.
"What about the second level?" Noah asked curiously.
"The second level is where the real wealthy people hang out. The view is better, and each table has beautiful women to peel shrimp and pour drinks for you. That's real enjoyment!"
The young man looked at the second level with envy. "But getting to the second level is expensive—extra five grand, per person."
"And the third level?" Noah looked up at the third level of the yacht.
There was only one table there, the highest point on the yacht with the best view. Two stunning, sexy women stood on either side, serving the guests. Three people sat at the table—two men and one woman, all in their twenties.
The man on the left wore an Armani suit, his sharp chin and smooth face almost feminine. His deep eyes and confident demeanor were overwhelming.
The man on the right wore a pink shirt, his hair slicked back, and his smile gave off a carefree vibe. But the million-dollar Roger Dubuis watch on his wrist shone brightly, highlighting his undeniable wealth.
The woman wore a simple white dress, with no jewelry or accessories. Her delicate features and calm gaze gave her an ethereal quality. Despite her plain attire, the two men treated her with respect, as if she were their equal.
"The third level is something else!" The young man beside Noah glanced at the third level and quickly looked away, as if afraid of being noticed.
"Those three people on the third level are from the top three families in the eastern part of Eagleland—the Moore family, the Harris family, and the White family. They're on a whole different level," the young man said, his voice trembling.
"These are the true powerhouses, the children of the wealthy and influential. Not only do they have money, but they also have immense power. A single yawn from them could shake the eastern part of Eagleland!"
The young man looked serious.
"The one in the Armani suit is Hawk Harris, a direct descendant of the Harris family."
"The girl in the white dress is Orla White. Her background is unclear, but she's from the White family."
"The guy in the floral shirt is Liam Moore, the nephew of Atticus Moore, the head of the Moore family in the eastern part of Eagleland. His status is equally impressive!"
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