Wang Zibo didn't have Chen Hansheng's face, and he could even pretend to forget Shen Youchu before the foot massage. He could only back out at the door of the club.
"Xiao Chen, forget it."
"These are all formal."
Chen Hansheng pointed at the receptionists at the door: "Don't think that they are not formal places just because they are wearing slit cheongsams. This is just a gimmick to attract people."
"Like me, I smoke, drink, play cards and games, but I am also a good boy." Chen Hansheng advised sincerely.
The female manager of the club lobby saw this scene. She was experienced and often saw two men pushing and shouting at the door. Hesitant.
"Boss, since you're here, why don't you have a cup of tea?"
The female manager took Wang Zibo's arm and said enthusiastically: "Where are you from? You look very young."
"Fuck, what's that look."
Chen Hansheng found himself left alone: "Is the only difference between me and the boss a handbag from a street stall?"
Wang Zibo was fooled by a man and a woman, and the female manager asked with her thick black eyelashes: "Do you two bosses know anyone?"
Wang Zibo's mind was confused at this time, and Chen Hansheng didn't want to hear these "incisions" at all, and said directly: "We brothers just want a simple foot massage to sober up, no fancy things."
The female manager looked at him and confirmed that Chen Hansheng was telling the truth, then nodded and called a young man: "These two bosses don't want tea, just take them to massage their feet."
After that, she left. There was no profit in foot massage, and it was not worth the lobby manager to serve.
"We'll each have a room. I'll be next to you."
Chen Hansheng patted Wang Zibo on the back: "Just think of this as a pedicure place. Don't think too much."
"The lighting is so dim for pedicures."
Wang Zibo muttered. In fact, he was nervous and scared. He wanted to share a room with Chen Hansheng, but Chen Hansheng ignored him.
The woman who massaged Chen Hansheng's feet was a middle-aged woman. As soon as she came in, she asked Chen Hansheng what he did, 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 his ex-girlfriend break up. I guess he has a lot to say, but I don't like to hear these things, so I tricked him here to let him see the world and bother me less."
Chen Hansheng pointed at the brand new 50-yuan note: "You just need to massage my feet later. If I fall asleep, the money is yours; if you can't sleep, I'll take the money away."
This trick really worked. The middle-aged woman was very quiet afterwards. Chen Hansheng thought about how to deal with Shentong Company in his mind, and fell asleep soon.
"Boss, boss, do you want to work overtime?"
An hour later, the middle-aged technician woke Chen Hansheng up.
Chen Hansheng had at least 20 minutes of deep sleep just now. He was in a good mood. He waved his hand and said, "No overtime, leave."
"Oh."
The technician nodded and glanced at the 50 yuan.
Chen Hansheng ignored him and put on his shoes and went out.
"Thank you, boss."
The middle-aged technician bowed in thanks behind him.
Chen Hansheng came to the door of Wang Zibo's room, knocked and said, "Zibo, I'm fine, how about you?"
No one answered.
"I'm fine, how about you?"
Chen Hansheng asked again, but still no one spoke.
At this time, the floor service boy ran over and said, "Sir, your friend is already downstairs, and there was an accident."
"What accident?"
Chen Hansheng instantly thought of many possibilities.
"Well, he kicked the girl and made her cry..."
"What?"
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When they came to the lobby downstairs, Wang Zibo was standing at the door smoking, and a little girl in uniform was sitting on the sofa next to him.
Covering her mouth, her eyes were red as if she had just cried.
"Xiao Chen..."
Wang Zibo saw Chen Hansheng coming down, and lowered his head and felt embarrassed.
Chen Hansheng looked at the little girl's mouth. Her gums were bleeding and her lips were broken. Fortunately, 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 hugged her and bit her.
"You can't blame me for this."
Wang Zibo was also very aggrieved: "My soles are so sensitive. I was very nervous. I didn't know which acupuncture point she pressed. My thighs felt like they were electrocuted. My whole body was numb. I couldn't control my instep when I stretched it..."
"Okay, okay, why are you talking so much about it? I'm not writing pornography."
Chen Hansheng interrupted impatiently: "I was just nervous and kicked her in the mouth, right?"
"Yeah."
Wang Zibo nodded.
Chen Hansheng sighed: "Are you born in the year of the donkey?"
The lobby manager was also there: "It's not a big deal. You can just give 200 yuan on top of the consumption. We won't cheat you. 200 yuan is just to buy some snacks for the girl."
"Okay."
Chen Hansheng nodded. 200 yuan is not a lot. If Chen Hansheng were the boss, he might even ask for 2,000 yuan. So he motioned Wang Zibo to pay.
"I have to pay again?"
Wang Zibo just paid for a meal and only had a few hundred yuan on him.
Chen Hansheng took out a cigarette: "I don't want to pay for such an embarrassing thing."
Wang Zibo had no choice but to pay the bill. The total consumption plus compensation was actually just over 400 yuan. The female manager generously wiped off the decimals and only collected 400 yuan.
Chen Hansheng thought it was not bad. After all, it was a club next to a five-star hotel. They were very measured in what they said and did.
When Wang Zibo took out the money, he might have felt a little distressed or nervous. Anyway, his hand shook and with a "swish", the four banknotes were blown up to the sky by the wind.
Chen Hansheng shook his head, pinched his feet and kicked the technician to tears, and threw the money after paying the bill. What a treasure.
However, this scene would have a different feeling if it was seen by someone who didn't know the inside story.
Wang Zibo was seen holding a bag and a cigarette in his mouth, and in front of the club manager, he directly threw all the money into the sky.
This posture, this demeanor, this courage, if not a big boss, he can be regarded as a rich man.
Huang Hui, who was humiliated by Zhao Zheng's parents again, was sadly sitting in a taxi to leave Jinling Hotel. When passing by the club, she saw Wang Zibo's back "generously" throwing money.
At this moment, she even forgot to scold Zhao Zheng as a "scumbag".
"Xiao Chen, don't come to these places anymore. I can't let go at all."
After leaving, Wang Zibo complained angrily.
"It's as if you can let go of your hands and feet when you go to other places."
"Then tell me, where can I let go?"
"Are you okay in a bar?"
"Besides bars and clubs."
"Are you okay in KTV?"
"Besides bars, clubs, and KTV."
Before Wang Zibo finished speaking, Chen Hansheng turned around and left. Just as he was about to catch up, he suddenly felt cold on his face: "Xiao Chen, it's snowing."
Chen Hansheng looked up and saw snowflakes floating slowly under the street lights, falling on the ground and quickly melting into a water stain.
"What do you think of?"
Wang Zibo saw his friend suddenly stunned for a moment, and helped him brush the snow off his shoulders: "Did you build a snowman for Xiaoyuer last year?"
"Building a snowman is a specific event, I can remember it all the time."
Chen Hansheng shook his head and said: "I just think of a slender back, a queen who was born in the south and rarely sees snow."
"Do you like her?"
"I don't like her, she is not as pretty as Shen Youchu and Xiaoyuer."