"You don't understand this, right? Let me teach you how to tell the difference." Randy began to teach like an expert.
"First, look at the cigarette and lighter on his left hand. After hearing what Randy said, Vivian, who Randy hugged, couldn't help but look at the man.
"There's no difference." Vivian couldn't see any difference.
"The cigarette is red, and the lighter is placed on the cigarette. This is usually a gesture of the male public relations in the venue to the outside world, indicating that he is waiting to receive customers."
Vivian nodded, seeming very educated. Then she proudly said, "Second, he only occupied a two-person table, no other guests sat there, and no friends were with him, which means that he is doing business alone and doesn't want anyone to block his business."
"Oh..."
"Third, look at his clothes." Speaking of the proud part, Randy did not forget to clink glasses with Vivian and take another sip.
"There's nothing different about his clothes; he looks pretty handsome." Vivian was only half-believing and half-doubting.
"How can a man wear a white shirt and trousers to a bar? They are all casual. Look at the men around you. Are there any men dressed like him? There is one over there, but he has business coming to his door."
Vivian turned to the direction Randy pointed, and sure enough, there was a man in his twenties with his shirt half-unbuttoned, half of his chest exposed, and well-developed muscles. He was being hugged by a forty-year-old woman, drinking with her, and the woman touching the man's chest muscles from time to time.
Seeing that Vivian was still half-believing and half-doubting, Randy got angry and joked: "How about we make a bet, and if we lose, we have to drink all the wine."
"Let's bet, who's afraid of who? I still don't believe he is a gigolo, but how can you prove it?"
Under normal circumstances, Vivian would not make this bet. First, she doesn't like this kind of gossip, and second, she can't drink. She has already drunk a glass of wine, and this is her second glass of wine. If she drinks another glass, she will get drunk.
But today, she was in a bad mood and came out to relax. Several phone calls from Ni Zhen harassed her, and she saw the disgusting content in his text messages. She also wanted to drink some wine to get drunk. After being stimulated by Randy's words, she agreed unwillingly.
"Watch me; I will go over to chat with him. If it's an ordinary customer, I will come back. If it's a gigolo, I will naturally negotiate the price and sit for a while."
"Ah...you want to...call a gigolo?" Vivian didn't expect Randy to be so bold and dare to chat with him and negotiate the price.
Randy didn't dare to do it at first, and she had no experience, but after drinking, she got angry and was a little tempted. The man was attractive from the back, and she wanted Vivian to relax and give up on that loser. So she walked to Ye Lengsong's table with a glass of wine. ... "What did you say?" Ye Lengsong asked the woman sitting opposite him, who was a little drunk. "From the mainland? Just started?" Randy was a little confused when he heard Ye Lengsong speak Mandarin, so he changed to a less standard Hong Kong Mandarin to ask him. "Well, I'm from Beijing, and it's my first time." He thought that just starting meant that he had just started gambling in the Hong Kong Jockey Club because everyone in the bar was talking and playing this game, so he answered casually. "Virgin?" Randy asked with a smile. "Uh... that's not it." This was the first time he encountered such a bold approach, and Ye Lengsong, an old driver, didn't know how to drive. "That's good. Otherwise, I'll have to give you a red envelope and teach you."
"Uh..." This made Ye Lengsong more certain that the woman before him was really a nightingale.
"It's a pity, such a beautiful woman, working as a prostitute in a bar." Ye Lengsong sighed in his heart.
Randy looked at Ye Lengsong's somewhat embarrassed answer, thinking he was from the mainland, new to the industry, and not very sociable.
"But it's good this way. Mainlanders may not know Vivian, but it's more reassuring." Randy and Ye Lengsong looked at each other.
This man is handsome, and seeing him from the back is very tempting. Seeing his face from the front at this time is even more tempting.
Angular face, deep eyes, handsome features, and a tall figure.
"The family must be very short of money; otherwise, why would they come to Hong Kong to be a gigolo." Randy also felt a little sorry for him.
But since it has been confirmed, Randy did not forget to pick up the wine glass and made a gesture of acceptance of defeat by drinking to Vivian.
Randy was facing Ye Lengsong, who happened to be Vivian, so her action was seen by Vivian, who had been paying attention to her.
At this time, Vivian believed the man not far before her was indeed a duck.
She had to accept the defeat and drank the wine in the glass in one gulp while resisting the intoxication. The hot alcohol flowed down her throat into her stomach, and she fanned the alcohol in her mouth with her hand.
On the other hand, Randy made a smug expression, making Vivian smile helplessly. This smile was particularly moving, given her confusion after being drunk.
Ye Lengsong thought Randy was holding the glass to indicate he wanted to toast with him. As a gentleman, he also politely took a sip of beer. Seeing that there was not much wine in her glass, he called the bartender and asked Randy for another glass of the same cocktail she had just drunk.
Randy didn't expect Ye Lengsong to be so sensible and knew to refill his glass.
"Two thousand a night, do you want to do it?" Randy offered.
It shouldn't be so low, but considering that he is from the mainland and has no experience, he opened a price that is not too high. After all, no one's money comes from the wind. It's better to save as much as possible when calling a prostitute for a good sister.
"Uh..." It's really direct, which also stunned Ye Lengsong.
Seeing the woman opposite looking at him with a teasing meaning, "The price is reasonable... but..."
Ye Lengsong also felt that the price was not bad. The average nightingale in Hong Kong costs 500,000 yuan. Although the one in front of him is a little older, she is well-maintained and looks young. The key is that her appearance and figure are very good, which is indeed worth the price.
But he didn't plan to call a prostitute, and he also wanted to watch the game.
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