"Boss, you asked for too few fat crabs. You should ask him to cook ten pounds and give them to you after dinner. For example, if the owner of the Zuixianju restaurant cooks the fat crabs, he will have nowhere to sell them. It would be more fun if he could make a little loss!" Liu Shuming also smiled happily.

The hot pot was served. Song Zhijun opened a glass of Moutai and poured each person a glass. He said, "Moutai is not only delicious, but in the eyes of the Chinese, it is a symbol of wealth. Only high-ranking officials and us can afford it. We may not have power, but we have money. As long as we have money, we can eat whatever we want and drink Moutai whenever we want. Come on, cheers!"

It was the first time that Meng Qingqi drank Moutai. The mellow and transparent liquid flowed into his poor stomach and intestines for the first time, gradually combining and dissolving with the red blood. As it surged in his blood vessels, his whole body felt like it was burning, and his hot head was sweating. It was just like the seafood hot pot, and he felt so intoxicated.

He glanced at Song Zhijun, whom he admired infinitely, with drunken eyes, and thought about the time when he met the "boss" in Guangzhou: it was a sunset, Meng Qingqi and a girl named Zhu Hong were sitting by the pool in the South China Film City, a very prosperous and lively place, with tourists coming and going in groups of three or five.

Meng Qingqi was like a small vendor, carefully guarding a living commodity - a pretty northern girl sitting next to him, her two small eyes blinking constantly, carefully searching for buyers around her.

The girl named Zhuhong was wearing a white gauze dress, and she stood gracefully beside the misty pool like a white crane. Her slender figure, pretty face, beautiful almond eyes, curved willow-shaped eyebrows, and slightly open vermilion lips, fair skin, and towering breasts really tempted the sexy eyes of many men around her and touched the hearts of some perverts.

She was like a little prey, targeted by the bullet of lust.

At this time, Song Zhijun, who had just walked out of the coffee shop in South China Film City, was also attracted by the gorgeous girl Zhu Hong.

He walked around Zhu Hong, carefully examining her beautiful face. Just as he was about to speak, Meng Qingqi, who was sitting next to him, raised his head and asked softly, "Friend, do you want to have sex?"

"I'm interested. How much is it?" Song Zhijun asked.

When Meng Qingqi heard Song Zhijun's northern accent, he smiled like a family member and said, "You are from the north, we are all family, so I don't want the money."

"You must be tired of living. I'm the first time you've done something like this for free." Song Zhijun stood beside Meng Qingqi, tossed him a Sanwu brand cigarette, and said, "From your accent, you seem to be from Northeast China."

Meng Zhuangqi took the cigarette and said while smoking, "People from the Northeast are really nice. They're from my hometown, so you can give me a reward."

Song Zhijun had just fled to Guangzhou and had no place to stay. After thinking for a moment, he asked, "Where do you live?"

"We're staying at the Wangsheng Guesthouse. I'm in room 312, and her name is Zhu Hong. She's staying in room 318. It's very convenient to have a private room for one person."

Song Zhijun said excitedly, "Let's go. I'll take a taxi and we'll go to Wang Sheng Guesthouse together."

A taxi brought three men and women with ulterior motives together. The scheming Song Zhijun took out a hundred-yuan bill and gave it to Meng Qingqi, asking him to go out for a drink. Then he and Zhu Hong went to room 318 of the Wang Sheng Hotel. Sitting on the sofa, Song Zhijun looked at the uninhibited Zhu Hong lying in his arms and couldn't help but say, "You're so beautiful, why do you have to eat this bowl of rice?"

As we all know, it is a man's hobby to lure decent women into prostitution and persuade prostitutes to become good people.

Although Song Zhijun was on the run, he was not immune to the consequences.

"Because I'm pretty, I have the capital to eat this bowl of rice. If I'm not pretty, how can you like me?"

Zhu Hong giggled wantonly, flashing her large, alluring eyes flirtatiously. She put her arms around Song Zhijun's neck, kissed him gently, and said charmingly, "I sell and you buy. We are of the same kind. You are no better than me. May I ask, sir, what is your occupation?"

The resourceful Song Zhijun was stunned by the question. He smiled slyly and said teasingly, "Actually, I'm not a good person. I'm a businessman."

"The term 'doing business' is too broad and too general. Many fraudsters, robbers, and thieves now call their crimes 'doing business'. I am also 'doing business', but I make money by selling myself. This is called self-production and self-sales, and self-reliance.

And I, whom you looked down upon, sold out for a living, ruining my personal reputation and eating up my hard-earned money. I'm worth ten times more than those fraudsters and robbers. If I'm arrested by the police, I'll just be fined, detained, or given a disciplinary order, while those caught with fraud or robbery will be sentenced to prison...

Please don't look down on me, who eats this bowl of rice, okay? Don't be pretentious in front of me. If you look down on me eating this bowl of rice, just go away immediately. I don't need you. I can still make cakes without your eggs.

Song Zhijun has played with nearly a hundred women, but this is the first time he has met such a powerful person.

He was unruly and asked Miss Zhu Hong to tear off his pretentious veil with just a light push.

It has a nice taste and Song Zhijun likes it very much.

He hugged Zhu Hong and apologized devoutly, "Miss Zhu Hong, I hurt your pride with a few words. I didn't mean to. I like you very much."

"Since you like me, why are you still pretending to be a gentleman in front of me?" Zhu Hong said sharply, "I can see at a glance that you are not a good person. You look down on me for making a living, but it's just the pot calling the kettle black. A good man would never date a woman like that..."

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