"Li Feng, fill out this form, and I'll apply for a membership card for you."
Wang Mingcheng, holding a form, walked over and handed it to Li Feng. Li Feng responded with a grunt, while Wang Minghan watched the form with a hint of envy—after all, that form represented a million yuan.
"Don't worry about the membership fee; I've already paid it for you."
"I just heard the membership fee here is at least a million a year, right?" Li Feng asked. Wang Mingcheng turned his head to glance at Wang Minghan, then cracked a shallow smile.
"A million, just pocket change. That amount of money is just spare change for us. Don't feel burdened; quickly fill it out, and once you're done, I'll take you inside. Hey, there are a lot of tall, beautiful ladies in this golf club."
Wang Mingcheng chuckled lewdly after speaking, and Li Feng wasn't one to refuse—he was indeed curious to see what Wang Mingcheng was really up to.
