Wang Zibo was not as thick-skinned as Chen Hansheng. He pretended to forget about Shen Youchu before the foot massage. He could only retreat at the entrance of the club.
"Xiao Chen, forget it."
"These are all formal."
Chen Hansheng pointed at the receptionists at the entrance. "Don't think that this is an informal place just because they are wearing slit cheongsams. This is just a gimmick to attract people."
"Just like me, I smoke, drink, play cards, and play games, but I am also a good boy." Chen Hansheng advised sincerely.
The female manager of the club saw this scene. She was experienced and often saw two men pushing and arguing at the entrance.
"Boss, since you are here, have a cup of tea."
The female manager took Wang Zibo's arm and said enthusiastically, "Boss, where are you from? You look very young."
"Damn, what kind of look is that?"
Chen Hansheng found that he was left alone. "Could it be that the only thing between me and the boss is a cheap handbag?"
Wang Zibo was tricked into the club by a man and a woman. The female manager blinked her thick black eyelashes and asked, "Do you know anyone?"
Wang Zibo was confused at this time, so he did not understand these hints. Chen Hansheng did not want to probe at all. He said directly, "We are just here for a simple foot massage to sober up. Don't do anything fancy."
The female manager looked at Chen Hansheng and confirmed that he was telling the truth. Then she nodded and called over a young man. "These two bosses don't drink tea. Take them to the foot massage directly."
Then she left. There was no profit in foot massage, so it was not worth the service of the manager.
"Let's have a room each. I will be next to you."
Chen Hansheng patted Wang Zibo's back. "Just think of this as a pedicure place. Don't think too much."
"The lights are so dim."
Wang Zibo muttered. In fact, he was nervous and scared. He wanted to be in the same room as Chen Hansheng, but Chen Hansheng ignored him.
The one who was massaging Chen Hansheng's feet was a middle-aged woman. As soon as she came in, she asked about Chen Hansheng's occupation, where he was from, and whether he had a girlfriend.
Chen Hansheng had no choice but to take out 50 yuan and put it on the table.
"I have a brother. Tonight, he saw that his ex-girlfriend was heartbroken. He probably has a lot to say, but I don't like to hear these things, so I tricked him to come here and let him see the world. At the same time, he won't bother me."
Chen Hansheng counted the brand new 50 RMB notes. "Later, you just have to massage my feet. If I fall asleep, this money is yours. If I can't fall asleep, I'll take this money away."
This method worked. The middle-aged woman was very quiet after that. Chen Hansheng was thinking about how to deal with Shen Tong Company. He soon fell asleep in a daze.
"Boss, boss, do you want to add more time?"
An hour later, the middle-aged technician shook Chen Hansheng awake.
Chen Hansheng had at least 20 minutes of deep sleep and was in a good mood. He waved his hand and said, "I'm not adding more time, I'm leaving."
"Oh."
The technician nodded his head and looked at the 50 RMB note.
Chen Hansheng didn't pay attention to the technician. He just put on his shoes and walked out.
"Thank you, boss."
The middle-aged technician bowed and thanked him.
Chen Hansheng came to the door of Wang Zibo's room, knocked on the door and said, "Zibo, I'm done. How about you?"
No one answered.
"I'm done. How about you?"
Chen Hansheng asked again. Still, no one answered.
At this moment, the floor service staff ran over and said, "Sir, your friend is already downstairs. There was an accident."
"What accident?"
Chen Hansheng instantly thought of many possibilities.
"Well, he kicked a young lady and made her cry …"
"What?"
… …
Arriving at the lobby, Wang Zibo stood at the door and smoked. There was a young lady in uniform sitting on the sofa beside him.
She covered her mouth and her eyes were red as if she had just cried.
"Xiao Chen …"
Wang Zibo saw Chen Hansheng coming down and lowered his head in embarrassment.
Chen Hansheng looked at the young lady. Her gums were bleeding and her lips were broken. Luckily, they were all external injuries.
"Why did you kick her when she was fine?"
Chen Hansheng was also puzzled. He would rather believe that Wang Zibo kicked her.
"You can't blame me."
Wang Zibo also felt wronged, "The bottom of my feet is so sensitive. I was already very nervous. I don't know which acupuncture point she pressed on, but my thigh felt as if there was an electric shock. My whole body was also numb. I couldn't control the movement of my feet …"
"Alright, alright, you don't have to be so detailed. I'm not a pornographic novel writer."
Chen Hansheng interrupted impatiently, "You were just nervous and kicked her in the mouth, right?"
"Yes."
Wang Zibo nodded.
Chen Hansheng sighed. "Are you a f * cking donkey?"
The lobby manager was also at the side, "It's not a big deal. You just need to pay an extra 200 yuan on top of the bill. We're not trying to extort money. The 200 yuan is just to buy some snacks for the young lady."
"Okay."
Chen Hansheng nodded. 200 yuan was really not a lot. If Chen Hansheng was the boss, he might even ask for 2,000 yuan. Thus, he signaled Wang Zibo to pay.
"Me again?"
Wang Zibo just paid for the meal and only had a few hundred yuan left.
Chen Hansheng took out a cigarette, "I don't want to do such an embarrassing thing."
Wang Zibo could only pay the bill. The total bill plus the compensation was actually only about 400 yuan. The female manager was very generous and rounded off the change and only took 400 yuan.
Chen Hansheng thought that it was not bad. After all, it was a club next to a five-star hotel. They did things with discretion.
When Wang Zibo took out the money, he might have been a little distressed or nervous. In short, his hand trembled and with a "swoosh" sound, the four bills were directly swept up into the air.
Chen Hansheng shook his head. He pinched his feet and kicked the technician until he cried. Throwing the money away after paying the bill. What a treasure.
However, this scene, if seen by people who didn't know the inside story, would have a different feeling.
They saw Wang Zibo with a bag and a cigarette in his mouth, throwing all the money directly into the air in front of the club manager.
With this posture, this demeanor, this boldness, even if he wasn't a tycoon, he could be considered a rich man.
Huang Hui, who was once again humiliated by Zhao Zheng's parents, was sadly leaving the Jinling Hotel in a taxi. When she passed by the club, she saw Wang Zibo's "generous" back.
At this moment, she even forgot to scold Zhao Zheng for being a "scumbag".
"Xiao Chen, don't come to these places in the future. I can't do anything at all."
After leaving, Wang Zibo complained angrily.
"As if you'll be able to do as you please if you go to other places."
"Then tell me, where can I not do anything at all?"
"Can you do it at the bar?"
"Other than the bar and club."
"Can you do it at the KTV?"
"Other than the bar, club, and KTV."
Before Wang Zibo could finish, Chen Hansheng turned and left.
Just as he was about to chase after him, he felt a chill on his face, "Xiao Chen, it's snowing."
Chen Hansheng looked up and saw snowflakes floating slowly under the street lights. They fell to the ground and quickly melted into a puddle of water.
"What did you think of?"
Wang Zibo saw that his friend was suddenly stunned, so he brushed the snowflakes off his shoulder, "Is it the snowman you made for Little Yu'er last year?"
"Making a snowman is a specific event. I can remember it all the time."
Chen Hansheng shook his head and said, "I just thought of a slim figure, a mature woman who was born in the south and rarely saw snow."
"Do you like her?"
"I don't think so. She's not as beautiful as Shen Youchu and Little Yu'er."
… ….
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