Chapter 25 proposes a membership system for dance halls.

Mad Dog Qiang realized he'd fallen for a trap and roared, "Ah Gui! I'll fucking kill you! I'll fight you to the death!" He then threw a punch at him.

But panicked and outnumbered, how could they be a match for Ah Gui and his few fierce tigers? They were quickly taken down and tied up like dumplings.

The whole process was as fast as lightning. By the time the people from the nearby Dong Sheng Society reacted, A Gui and his men had already quietly evacuated with the captured "flour" and prisoners.

The children of "Chefeng Express" had already dispersed and disappeared into various places after completing the "noise harassment" mission, keeping their achievements and fame hidden.

...

Inside the base.

Looking at the henchmen tied up on the ground and several boxes of "flour," Ah Gui still had a stern face, but his gaze towards Fang Che was less disdainful and more scrutinizing.

This kid uses a lot of unorthodox methods, but the results are immediate.

Li Hanzhou walked up to Fang Che and looked at the boy's face, which was flushed with excitement, and his eyes, which were shining brightly.

"Well done." His voice remained calm, but carried an air of approval.

Just from that one sentence, Fang Che almost ascended to heaven on the spot!

He tried hard to keep a straight face: "Hehe, basic operation! It's mainly because Brother Li is a good leader, Brother Gui is skilled, Xi Rong has accurate intelligence, and the kids carried out the orders well..."

Li Hanzhou interrupted him: "'Chefeng Express', from now on, we can entrust some of the communication between the branches to them."

"Really?!" Fang Che was overjoyed. "Don't worry, Brother Li! We guarantee the mission will be completed! From now on, our intelligence network will be an inescapable net!"

He could almost see himself and the Li brothers joining forces to dominate Hong Kong Island.

But Li Hanzhou's next words left him speechless.

"Come out with me tonight."

"Huh? Where to?"

Li Hanzhou's eyes were deep, a glint of something unfathomable passing through them.

"Thirteen Sister's place, 'Paramount.' I'll take you there to broaden your horizons and maybe even discuss a business deal."

Fang Che's internal alarm bells rang! Thirteen Sister! Paramount! That's the famous beautiful intelligence chief from the original novel! Brother Li took him to a place like that? And to discuss business?

He instantly recalled the rumors of "brothers going to brothels together," and remembered Li Ruoxue's jealous face.

No way! He has to keep an eye on Brother Li for his future sister-in-law!

Fang Che switched to "loyal minister protecting his master" mode, his face full of righteousness: "Brother Li! That place is a mixed bag, it's not safe! Your injury hasn't fully healed yet, how about we talk somewhere else? Or I can go in your place? I promise we'll talk things through clearly!"

Li Hanzhou's brow twitched slightly as he saw Li Hanzhou's "I'm going to protect you from unwanted suitors" attitude.

What's this blockhead from Northeast China thinking about all day?

He didn't bother to explain, and simply gave a cold order: "Change into decent clothes at eight o'clock tonight."

After saying that, he turned and left, leaving Fang Che scratching his head, struggling with his inner turmoil.

To go or not to go?

If we go, how can we prevent Brother Li from being "corrupted"?

If I don't go, wouldn't that be disobeying orders?

Sigh, being a brother is hard, but being a good brother who worries endlessly about his older brother's love life is even harder!

Fang Che watched Li Hanzhou's retreating figure and sighed with worry.

At eight o'clock in the evening, Li Hanzhou looked at the "decent clothes" Fang Che was wearing.

An old shirt, found from who-knows-where, was slightly oversized, with the buttons fastened tightly to the collar.

With his tense expression, he looked just like a high school student being dragged to a party by his parents.

Li Hanzhou's brow twitched slightly, but he ultimately said nothing, turning to walk towards the black sedan. "Follow me."

Fang Che quickly followed, his mind racing with alarm bells.

The Paramount nightclub was brightly lit with neon lights and a constant stream of cars outside, a stark contrast to the dilapidated state of other parts of Portland Street.

The music blared, and the air was filled with the scents of perfume, alcohol, and money.

Upon entering, Fang Che was stunned by the scene reminiscent of a 1990s Hong Kong film.

The lights flickered, the dance floor was filled with swaying figures, and scantily clad women moved among them.

He subconsciously moved closer to Li Hanzhou, his eyes scanning the surroundings warily, as if facing a formidable enemy.

Ah Gui, familiar with the place, led them through the noisy hall to a booth on the inside.

Even before we arrived, we could smell a fragrant breeze.

"Oh my, Boss Li! What a rare guest! I heard you weren't feeling well the other day, and I was so worried about you!"

The person arrived before the voice.

Her voice was charming but not cloying, with a crisp quality.

Then, a young woman in a fitted cheongsam walked gracefully over.

She was strikingly beautiful with captivating eyes; she was none other than Thirteen Sister, the madam of the Paramount Ballroom and Li Hanzhou's intelligence partner.

She greeted Li Hanzhou first, then turned her gaze to Fang Che, who was standing right next to him.

Upon seeing this, Thirteen Sister's eyes immediately lit up.

The boy in front of her had fair skin and delicate features, especially his eyes, which shimmered under the light, carrying a hint of innocent wariness, like a fawn that had wandered into the human world, instantly capturing Thirteen Sister's love of beauty.

"Oh my! Boss Li, where did you find such a stunningly handsome young man? Look at that face, tsk tsk!"

Ignoring Li Hanzhou's increasingly cold aura, she went straight up to Fang Che and pinched his cheek.

"Wow! So bouncy and smooth! Little brother, what's your name? How old are you? Tell your big sister~"

Fang Che froze.

His face felt warm to the touch, but his mind went blank.

What's going on? Who is this woman?

Why did you start touching me inappropriately right away?

Wang Tiezhu had lived for twenty-eight years. Before transmigrating, his body was covered in bumps and lumps. Even with this face after transmigrating, no one dared to treat him like this! This... this is outrageous!

He instinctively tried to dodge, but Thirteen Sister held him tightly, and he couldn't break free for a moment. He could only widen his eyes and mumble a sentence in Northeastern dialect: "What are you doing? Let go!"

That aggrieved and panicked expression, coupled with that accent, made Thirteen Sister even more adorable. Not only did she not let go, but she also gently rubbed it: "Oh my, you can even be shy! So cute!"

At this moment, a hand with distinct knuckles reached out, grabbed Fang Che's shoulder, and pulled him back, freeing him from Thirteen Sister's grasp.

Li Hanzhou stepped forward, standing between the two, his expression calm but his tone cold: "Thirteenth Sister, he's timid, don't scare him."

Fang Che was shielded behind him, dazedly touching his pinched face, not yet fully recovered.

Hearing Li Hanzhou say that he was "cowardly", he wanted to refute it, but looking at the other man's broad back, he swallowed his words.

His older brother was protecting him... Although he wasn't exactly timid, being teased like this was definitely beyond his ability to handle.

Thirteen Sister was taken aback at first, then her gaze shifted between Li Hanzhou and Fang Che, who was peeking out from behind him with half his head peeking out and his cheeks slightly flushed, before she gave a meaningful smile.

"Oh~~~ I understand, I understand!" she drawled, her eyes gleaming with gossip. "So he's one of your people, Boss Li. No wonder you're protecting him so closely. Okay, okay, I won't tease him anymore."

She smiled and led the group to a booth, then ordered drinks to be served.

Fang Che sat down next to Li Hanzhou and gradually calmed down.

He rubbed his face while looking around, his occupational hazard kicking in again.

Looking at the crowded dance floor and the waiters struggling to carry drinks, he frowned and muttered, "This place is lively, but the experience isn't great. It's too crowded and noisy; it's difficult to even talk. If they converted it into private rooms, added some privacy, and implemented a membership system with discounts for regular customers, business would definitely boom..."

His voice wasn't loud, but Li Hanzhou and Thirteen Sister both heard it.

Thirteen Sister was talking to Li Hanzhou when she heard this, her eyes lit up, and she leaned forward to look at Fang Che: "Little brother, what did you just say? Private rooms? Member discounts?"

When Fang Che saw that someone was interested, especially the manager of the venue, he immediately perked up and forgot about being pinched on the face.

He sat up straight and tried to explain in a mix of Cantonese and Northeastern Mandarin: "That's right! Sister, you see, this main hall looks crowded, but it's inconvenient for the big shots who are willing to spend money to conduct business. We can partition it into smaller rooms, like private rooms! Make them comfortable, with sofas and coffee tables, and they can even choose their own songs... Yes, let's call them KTV private rooms! Guests can bring their friends, it's prestigious and safe! We can also set up a membership system, with prepaid cards, discounts, and free fruit platters for birthdays, guaranteeing those bosses will come every day and spend all their money here!"

He got more and more into his speech, picked up the back of the drinks menu, and started sketching a simple layout with the pencil he always carried with him.

"Look, this area, this area, can all be converted into private rooms, leaving room for passageways. The main hall can be reduced in size, mainly to create a better atmosphere..."

Thirteen Sister looked at the simple yet clear sketch, and then listened to the concepts of "KTV private rooms" and "membership system," which were still novel in Hong Kong in the 1990s. Her eyes grew brighter and brighter.

This idea is truly unique! If it were to be implemented...

She looked at Fang Che again, her gaze no longer merely admiring his good looks, but filled with scrutiny and astonishment.

What's going on in this handsome young man's head?

No wonder Li Hanzhou kept him by his side!