Novel Lived
Chapter 737: 379 Job Search_2
Chapter 737: 379 Job Search_2
Ming Jing smiled slightly, “Really?”
In the corner, Ran Gong furrowed his brows, “Don’t you think that woman’s back looks familiar?”
Wan Xiang glanced over, “I don’t see it. Are you just itching for some pretty face?”
Ran Gong shook his head, “Brother Wan, don’t joke around.”
Wan Xiang took a sip of his drink, getting impatient, “Why hasn’t it started yet?”
The waiter came over with the menu, asking what drinks they wanted. The starting price was 1,888 yuan, and Zheng Qing ordered the most expensive Emperor’s Set Meal.
Seeing that they were big spenders, the waiter’s service became even more enthusiastic.
Zheng Qing looked around and asked with a grin, “Do you have a singer with the last name Dong here?”
The waiter nodded, “You mean Dong Jiahe? He’s been a resident singer here for quite some time. However, he signed with a company a few months ago to become a celebrity and left.”
Zheng Qing smiled and asked, “Have you seen him recently?”
The waiter looked at him warily, “May I ask how you know Dong?”
Zheng Qing stuffed some banknotes into the waiter’s shirt collar, patted his chest, and smiled, “He’s my cousin. Our family didn’t want him to enter the entertainment industry, so he ran away from home after a disagreement. I’ve been looking for him for a long time. I heard that he’s been seen in this bar recently, so I came to find him.”
The waiter could tell from Zheng Qing’s appearance that he was no ordinary person, and his generosity further confirmed it. He thought to himself how wealthy Dong’s family must be, even though Dong always acted poor during his time here.
“I see. However…” The waiter hesitated.
Zheng Qing raised his eyebrows, “What? Can’t say?”
The waiter shook his head, “I can’t say.” He returned the money to Zheng Qing and walked away.
Zheng Qing chuckled, “There must be some tricks in this bar.”
Ming Jing surveyed the surroundings, “Indeed, there is.”
There were a number of black-clad men standing around the hall, clearly trained fighters. Why did a small bar need such a strong presence?
Zheng Qing glanced at Ming Jing, “It seems we came at the right time tonight.”
Ming Jing smiled, “Let’s enjoy the show.”
As the clock struck eight, the hall was packed, and the atmosphere heated up.
The center of the hall featured a four-sided stage with walkways on the left and right leading to the walls, dividing the hall into two parts.
The dynamic music grew louder, as if the ground itself was vibrating while the dizzying lights further accentuated the scene’s decadence and debauchery.
“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Zuihong Bar. Let’s kick off a wild night and choose your own princesses!” A passionate, provocative male voice echoed through the speakers.
As the announcement ended, the audience erupted in cheers and whistles, so loud that Zheng Qing couldn’t help but frown.
“Don’t insult the word ‘princess.’ The guy behind the scenes really knows how to play,” Zheng Qing sneered.Nôv(el)B\\jnn
On the stage, the DJ worked the mixer with one hand and scratched records with the other, the music constantly changing and heightening the atmosphere.
At this moment, the doors at the ends of the left and right walkways opened, and spotlights shone on each entrance, illuminating every inch of the space like daylight.
Five women wearing rabbit masks and dressed as various beautiful young girls emerged from each side, all wearing short skirts and long socks, their sexy figures completely exposed. They walked while blowing kisses and flirting with the audience, exuding an irresistible charm.
The men gathered around the stage, eagerly reaching out to touch the women. The secrets beneath their short skirts excited them, their faces drunk with pleasure.
Zheng Qing rolled his eyes, “A bunch of perverts.”
The woman from the right-hand side walking at the back seemed nervous and jittery. As a hand from the audience reached out to touch her leg, she screamed like a startled bird, her cry quickly drowned out by the noise of the crowd.
The girl in front of her turned around, held her hand, and whispered, “Don’t be afraid, it will be over soon.”
The girl’s voice was choked with tears, “I can’t take it anymore. I hate everyone here.”
Xianxian sighed, lowered her voice, and said, “Just bear with it. If you think of the people below the stage as pigs, won’t it be easier?”
The girl pressed her pale lips together, carefully avoiding the hands reaching for her. The more timid she seemed, the more the audience enjoyed teasing her, never tiring of it.