Banggeng anxiously explained to Smiling Tiger, "Although I have no money, I can still serve you as a lackey and run errands! I really can't make ends meet right now, please help me out, I beg you."
The smiling tiger regretfully but firmly pried his hand away: "I'm sorry, it's not my fault that you're struggling. Doing business isn't child's play. Do you think running errands will make money? You need to put real money in."
That's both right and wrong.
It's impossible to make money now, but it will be possible in 40 years.
Back then, running errands paid pretty well...
After being cruelly rejected by Smiling Tiger, Banggeng was as wilted as a frostbitten eggplant.
Seeing that he had achieved his goal, the smiling tiger took a deep breath and pretended to be reluctant, saying, "Oh well, what can I do? I'm just too soft-hearted!"
Seeing that there was still a chance, Bang Geng's hope was rekindled...
The smiling tiger coaxed him gently: "You're broke, aren't you? Then go find me a rich person, it'll be 50,000, 25% of the profits. After it's done, I'll give you a 500 or 1,000 yuan commission, how about that?"
1000 yuan?! Upon hearing this number, Bang Geng's breathing became rapid.
If he had 1000 yuan, how wonderful would his life be?
"..."
After finishing their "business" discussion, the two returned to the dance hall.
On the sofa, Li Ping was chatting with You Fengxia.
Upon seeing Banggeng, she asked him reproachfully, "Where have you been?"
Banggeng quickly explained, "I was smoking outside with Brother Hu, and we talked about some things."
Li Ping's anger turned to joy, and she grabbed his arm, saying, "Let's go dance!"
Watching Bang Geng being pulled into the dark dance floor by Li Ping, You Fengxia raised a mocking smile and asked Smiling Tiger, "He's taken the bait?"
The smiling tiger also looked disdainful: "How could we not take the bait? Look at him, he's like a lump of mud."
You Fengxia was suspicious: "You said he's a hopeless case, so why are you still looking for him?"
The smiling tiger was enigmatic: "Fatty once said that even a rag or a piece of toilet paper has its own use. There is no such thing as waste; it's just that we haven't used them in the right place."
You Fengxia asked curiously, "You keep talking about Fatty, Fatty, but who exactly is this person?"
The smiling tiger's mind flashed back to that confident face, and he sighed, "He was once my benefactor, my teacher, but now he's the person I most want to defeat."
You Fengxia suddenly became gossipy: "There's a story? You two fought over a woman, didn't you!"
The smiling tiger shoved her aside, saying, "What the hell are you trying to steal from me?!"
You Fengxia looked at him with disdain: "You have a funny way of talking, always using 'your sister' like that. It's a pity I don't have a sister, otherwise I would really introduce you to her!"
Smiling Tiger was both amused and exasperated: "That's just Fatty's catchphrase. We're used to it, so it just comes out on our lips. We can't change it."
"..."
On the dance floor, Li Ping naturally reached out and climbed onto Bang Geng's shoulder so that he could comfortably put his arm around her.
She seemed to have a lot to say to Bang Geng.
Li Ping clung to Bang Geng, almost like a koala, hugging his neck and whispering sweetly in his ear:
"What did Smiling Tiger just tell you? Be careful of him. He's too cunning and smart. Most people can't outsmart him."
Banggeng hurriedly said, "Brother Hu wants me to go into the game console business with him!"
As soon as the topic of business came up, Li Ping immediately lost interest and said listlessly, "Who cares to listen to you talk about this?"
Banggeng understood: "Okay, okay, let's keep dancing."
Li Ping then gave a soft snort: "You're smart to know what's good for you."
Today's dance brought Banggeng both pain and joy.
The pain is mainly due to distension, a distending pain.
Li Ping seemed to be doing it on purpose, constantly rubbing against him.
Just like a bear rubbing against a wall, sometimes light, sometimes heavy; sometimes fast, sometimes slow...
Soon after, Banggeng felt like he was about to explode.
After finally managing to finish dancing to a song, Banggeng hurriedly let go of her, saying, "I'm going to the bathroom."
Li Ping asked him in surprise, "Going again? You don't have kidney deficiency, do you?"
Bang Geng, his face flushed and neck bulging, retorted, "You're the one who's weak! I... I just... need to use the restroom!"
"..."
Tonight, Bang Geng really had his fill.
Not only was he surrounded by beautiful women, but he could also listen to Smiling Tiger and You Fengxia chat, which broadened his horizons considerably.
Li Ping said she was thirsty halfway through, but the porter, who had money in his pocket, didn't let her drink the boiled water in the rest room.
Instead, he went straight to the convenience store at the entrance and bought four bottles of soda. Even You Fengxia gave him a thumbs up for his generous behavior.
Happy times always fly by; it feels like nothing's happened yet, and then it's time to leave.
After the final disco dance, Banggeng parted ways with Smiling Tiger and the others.
Li Ping whispered to him, "Look how impatient they are, they must be out looking for something to do."
Bang Geng was thrilled and kept glancing at Li Ping.
It was time to go home, but Li Ping asked him, "I don't want to go home. Do you have a place to stay?"
Coincidentally, Banggeng also didn't go home, not because he didn't want to, but because he was afraid.
He could only bite the bullet and tell Li Ping, "I live in a tenement, and my mom and grandma are really annoying. I don't want to go back tonight."
Li Ping grew increasingly disdainful of him. He was over thirty years old. With nothing to his name, not even a roof over his head, what was the point of living?
However, he is not without merits, namely, he is obedient.
Give him the slightest bit of sweetness and he'd be willing to give his life for Li Ping; he'd probably even be willing to let Bang Geng lick Li Ping's feet.
What a good dog.
Li Ping deliberately feigned impatience: "Why are you so talkative? I'm asking if you have a place to stay!"
Banggeng lowered his head and remained silent...
Li Ping rolled her eyes and sighed, "If all else fails, let's just find a hotel."
She just said that on purpose, and then she even asked for a hotel. What was she thinking?
These days, you still need a letter of introduction from an official organization to stay in a hotel, especially a guesthouse, which has a lot of rules.
There are strict time restrictions on when meals are served, when water is fetched, and when doors are locked; some even require proof of identity to enter or leave.
Would a man and a woman like them dare to go to a hotel?
That's practically asking to be arrested as a "hooligan"!
"No this, no that," Li Ping relentlessly pressured Bang Geng.
They were so bullying him that he almost became withdrawn before they finally let him go.
He clearly knows how to use PUA (Pick-Up Artist) techniques...
Li Ping sighed: "Forget it, come with me to my friend's place. She has two rooms, and she lives there by herself. She should be able to take us in."
Banggeng followed Li Ping nervously all the way to Dongcheng.
I thought we'd arrived, but Li Ping said, "What's the rush? We're still far away!"
This trip was quite long; it took us all the way to the edge of Dongcheng, and then we would reach Chaoyang!
At that time, Chaoyang was not like it would become later, a bustling area of the capital.
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