The lady over there rushed to say, "Yes, yes, pick one from us, our sister Qi doesn't accept customers."
The man waved his hand and said, "I don't like young ones. I like middle-aged women like you who are especially coquettish!" Then he grabbed Gao Qi with a lewd smile. When he came closer, he smelled of alcohol. This kind of person will be beaten wherever he goes.
I didn't move at all, and neither did Gao Qi, but the guest did. Jun had already grabbed him by the back of his collar and pulled him back hard, causing him to fall to the ground. Jun walked over and dragged the screaming guest out the door without saying anything.
Gao Qi put one leg on my thigh and said seductively, "Xiao Haohao, let's go take a rest, okay?"
Gao Qi smelled very good, and I was a little confused and fascinated for a moment. I couldn't help but hug this beauty tightly, and I felt hot from inside to outside and wanted to vent. But at this time, Xiao Song had already rushed out and said to me excitedly: "Brother Hao, I'm done, it's so fucking good!" Seeing a woman in my arms, he said again: "You do it, you do it, I'm waiting."
I was in a good mood, but this guy ruined it. I smiled bitterly and said to Gao Qi, "Sister Qi, let's do it next time." Gao Qi also said with a smile, "Where did this bumpkin come from..."
When Xiaosong and I left the bath center, we felt radiant. Xiaosong said it was his first time to take a bath in such a high-end place, and he hoped that I could bring him here to take a bath often in the future. This was not a big deal for me, so I agreed.
At 8 o'clock in the evening, at Yongchang Hotel, Ah Jiu rushed into a private room surrounded by a dozen contractors. These contractors were all responsible for various areas of the Cultural Square project. Today they gathered together, hoping to get the protection of the Black Tiger Gang.
"Brother Jiu, try this dish!" "Brother Jiu, have one!" "Brother Jiu, I toast to you!" "Brother Jiu..."
The dinner was conducted in a wonderful and harmonious atmosphere. Jiu was flattered by the foremen and after drinking several beers he finally felt abdominal pain. He decided to get up and go to the toilet, accompanied by "Zhengtou" whom he had just met in the afternoon.
"Brother Jiu, please slow down." Zhengtou nodded and bowed as he accompanied Jiu.
When they arrived at the toilet, Ajiu unzipped his pants and urinated, and Zhengtou stood beside him while he did the same.
"Old Zheng, I understand what you mean." Ah Jiu said, "But I also have to tell you that the Black Tiger Gang doesn't have the ability to protect everyone. To be honest, the number of positions is limited, and I know who to protect and who not to protect. So you just need to take care of yourself, and there's no need to get involved in other people's affairs. Do you understand?"
"I understand, I understand." Zheng nodded and bowed, wondering whether he was included in the quota.
After dinner, they went to sing and take a bath. During the whole night, Ah Jiu conveyed his ideas to the contractors in different ways, and repeatedly told them to keep the matter confidential, as the Black Tiger Gang would not protect everyone.
The relationship between these contractors was not good to begin with, and after Ajiu's instigation, they began to regard each other as competitors.
I only told Ye Zhan about my work as a security guard at the construction site. Ye Zhan laughed so hard that he almost choked. He rolled off the desk and under it, not caring about his image as the "high school idiot" and the "big boss of the seven dragons and six phoenixes". He sat on the ground and pounded the ground with his hands. He probably hadn't seen such a funny thing in eight hundred years.
"You...you actually work as a security guard, hahahaha..."
Fortunately, after he finished laughing, he said seriously, "Are you still hiring? I'll go with you to be a security guard."
Although I was touched by Ye Zhan's righteous act, I still rejected his kindness. The little guy is so handsome, how ugly it would be to stand all day covered in dust. At four o'clock the next afternoon, I drove the Accord to work again. According to my observation, only the foreman on the construction site drives this level of car. Although mine is an old fifth-generation Accord, it is extremely incompatible with my identity as a security guard.
He parked the Accord next to the gatehouse and changed into his uniform in the car before heading to his post.
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