Several middle-aged men with cigarettes in their mouths cornered Pan Qianqian, and one of them said with a smile, "Babe, play cards with me later. If I win some money, I'll treat you to a big meal."
Pan Qianqian stepped back and said, "I'm not the kind of person you think I am. Please make way for me, I need to leave."
"Stop pretending," shouted a man in his thirties. "If you're not a prostitute, what are you doing here? I have plenty of money, just take good care of me, and you can name your price. Daddy here can afford it." After he finished speaking, the man reached out to grab Pan Qianqian.
The second floor of the Chess Room, where there were services like a bathhouse, often had people coming down to solicit customers. The gamblers who won money often liked to splurge a bit, and of course, those who lost wanted to vent as well.
