plan on selling this pair of Qing late-period blue and white bottles for" The boss pointed to a pair of bottles inside the box.I swallowed nervously and said cautiously, "Could I possibly get a pair o...Back then, Hong Kong had three most famous nightclubs: China City, Big Tycoon, and California Red. California Red was owned by foreigners, while China City was similar to a private club. Big Tycoon catered to wealthy people and was the most popular among them. It was a mixed bag of people, with many third-tier celebrities having performed there.

Li Zheng introduced that the CEO of Dahufu was a friend of his teacher. All the rich people in Hong Kong call his teacher "Doctor," which is just a code name. As for this person's real name, Li Zheng said he couldn't disclose it.

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Like doctors and several local feng shui masters who practiced the Four Pillars of Destiny at the time, he was a prominent figure in Hong Kong society, helping people cure illnesses and extend their lives.

Li Zheng said he wouldn't let me go back, saying that if I did, it would be like showing him no respect and looking down on him.

Since things have come to this, I don't know what else to say. I'll just stick to my principles.

I called the guesthouse and told them I wasn't coming back tonight. Tou Tou didn't say much, just told me to be careful because things get a little wild around here at night.

It takes more than an hour to drive from Causeway Bay Times Square to Western District. Li Zheng arranged a Nissan for me, and his secretary, named Yuanyuan, was also in the car.

On the way, a female secretary smiled and approached me to chat. She asked me how I sang and if I had any special requests for the dance hostesses.

She said that the "dancing girls" weren't all of that kind. The term "dancing girl" later evolved inland and came to be called "princess," mainly accompanying guests in dancing, drinking, and singing. If you wanted to do something with them, it depended on whether you were handsome and whether you had money. Wealthy patrons wouldn't force anyone; it was entirely based on mutual consent.

I've never seen anything like that before. That night was an eye-opener.

The manager of the wealthy establishment personally greeted them, saying that patients' guests must be treated well, with all expenses waived. You can choose any dancer you like and there's no limit to how many you want.

The private room I went to was a room A. The female secretary introduced that the level of private rooms is divided from S to D, and Room A is second only to Room S. I originally wanted to be arranged in Room S, but something unexpected happened at the last minute, so they arranged me in Room A instead.

The private room was seventy to eighty square meters. The floor was covered with a red carpet. After the wine, food and snacks were served, the general manager of the big rich man shouted into his walkie-talkie. Then, many beautiful girls came in one after another. They all had amazing figures, and some younger girls looked about my age.

I sat on the sofa a little awkwardly. The female secretary, seeing this, smiled knowingly. She pointed to two young girls with very fair skin and said, “You, and you, the two of you stay here, everyone else go out, I'll call you if I need anything.”

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The male manager just left with the others, and two female dancers immediately sat on either side of me. One girl said in a sweet voice, "Hello, boss. My name is Millie."

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Later on, it was singing, drinking beer, and playing poker.

Back then, I was too young. That night, I was completely drunk and passed out. When I woke up the next morning, I was in a hotel room. I couldn't remember anything from the previous night, except for a terrible headache.

The hotel front desk told me that two dancers and the female secretary carried me to the hotel last night, but they all left afterwards.

I never expected this!

When I get back, the Airbnb we stayed in had an incident.

Police cars and ambulances are parked outside the hotel. The landlady is nervously making a statement to the police.

I watched from afar, the first thought that came to my mind was bad, something happened! Our identities were exposed, and Big Brother and Sister Hong were captured.

My face turned white with fright, I didn't dare to go closer.

I casually bought a newspaper and held it up to my face, pretending to read. I asked the newspaper stand owner what had happened over there and why there were policemen.

The boss was a local, and he started speaking in standard Hong Kong slang. He gesticulated wildly and told me a story, hinting at things like breaking and entering and murder between the lines. wouldn't be able to make it. I can recommend some people to you instead; maybe you could check them out.'"">After finishing, she asked the waiter for paper and pen. She wrote down an address: "Yixi T...