The taxi stopped next to a small alley, adjacent to a run-down motel. The dim lights flickered as if they were a lighthouse in the night, guiding wayward iron tough guys who knew the way home.
Li Xiaoqiang entered the motel, and behind the counter was a plump matron, munching on sunflower seeds while watching "The Voice of China." On the wall behind her hung an ancient royal clock from the medieval times, creating an odd visual impact with the room's light green color scheme.
Li Xiaoqiang approached the counter and smiled, "Ma'am, has room 209 been reserved?"
On hearing Li Xiaoqiang's words, the owner smiled lightly and said, "Ah, it's you, young man. How long has it been since you last came here? Your girlfriend reserved the room at six in the afternoon."
The plump matron spoke and then stood up, saying, "My motel is quite decrepit, not many customers. If even old customers like you leave, I'd really have to shut down. This box of condoms, I'll give you for free."
