Jiang Wu sized up the woman in red and said with a half-smile, "Do you do this part-time too?"
The woman in red puffed out her chest and smiled charmingly at Jiang Wu, saying, "That depends on who the guest is. You look like a man of taste, so I'm happy to serve you."
Just then, a man caught up from behind and hurriedly said to the woman in red, "Wife, lend me another 5 jin of rice coupons. I'll pay you back once I win them back."
The woman in red got angry and shouted, "Are you kidding me? Didn't you have a ten-pound rice coupon yesterday? Did you lose it all today?"
The man chuckled and said, "Don't worry, honey, I've already been booked by a rich woman tonight. I can earn five pounds of rice in one night. I'll just give you all five pounds of rice tomorrow."
"Gambling, gambling, gambling, one day you'll lose your life!"
The woman in red muttered curses as she carefully pulled a rice coupon from her pocket and handed it to the man.
The man took the rice coupon, blew a kiss to the woman in red, gave Jiang Wu an ambiguous smile, and then ran back quickly.
Jiang Wu stood by, quietly watching this scene unfold.
It just goes to show that the world is a vast and wondrous place.
Especially after the apocalypse, it became even more exaggerated.
He certainly broadened his horizons.
Inside the Red Sparrow Bar, it was another bizarre and fantastical world.
As soon as Jiang Wu stepped into the bar, colorful lights surged towards him like a tidal wave.
Red is like fire, passionate and unrestrained; blue is like the sea, deep and mysterious; purple is like a dream, enchanting and alluring.
These lights flickered and intertwined haphazardly, cutting the entire space into countless fragments of light and shadow.
The deafening music crashed against people's eardrums like surging waves.
The intense rhythm was like the beating of a heart, urging people to cast aside all constraints, beat after beat.
The subwoofer's "humming" vibrated across the floor, as if trying to engulf the entire building in this frenzied melody.
The main stage is located in the very center of the bar.
On stage, several beautiful white women from various countries are dancing energetically.
They had hot figures and wore extremely revealing clothes, with so little fabric that it was like a few wisps of cloud barely covering their vital parts.
On stage, they swayed their slender waists, which seemed to possess a magical power, as soft and flexible as willow branches in the wind, each sway drawing a mesmerizing arc in the air.
Her long, slender legs were crossed and spread apart.
Their footsteps changed rapidly to the rhythm of the music, as if they were performing a mysterious dance ritual.
His hands waved and twirled in the air, as if teasing the audience's desires.
The audience below the stage had gone wild.
The men stared wide-eyed, their eyes burning with intense desire, and their throats emitted wild roars and shouts.
They raised their glasses high, the wine spilling out of the glasses and dripping onto them as they shook wildly, but they were completely unaware.
Some people even stood on the tables, their bodies swaying violently to the music, as if they had been possessed by demons and had lost their minds.
The women were also caught up in the enthusiastic atmosphere; they screamed, laughed, and their faces flushed with excitement.
Some women had a hint of shyness in their eyes, but more of them were driven by the ambiguous atmosphere to indulge themselves.
The air around us was filled with the mixed smells of sweat, perfume, and alcohol.
There was also a faint scent of photinia flowers.
These mixed smells were strong and pungent, yet they seemed perfectly harmonious in this crazy scene.
It was like a unique aphrodisiac, making the ambiguous atmosphere in the entire bar even more intense.
Like water about to boil, it could burst through the dam of reason at any moment.
Looking around, many scantily clad women were giving their targets flirty glances.
There were also quite a few handsome men dressed in various styles, showing off their unique charm and attracting the attention of some women.
Jiang Wu even saw men and women exercising in some dark corners.
They thought they were hiding well, but in Jiang Wu's eyes, it was no different than being exposed to the sun.
Standing amidst this whirlpool of noise and ambiguity, Jiang Wu's gaze was somewhat complicated.
I've finally been to a real bar in the post-apocalyptic world.
So this is what bars look like in the post-apocalyptic world.
The bar was crowded, and some men noticed Chen Yin, who resembled a pure gardenia, and crowded around her.
Jiang Wu reacted quickly, pulling Chen Yin into his arms and walking towards an empty two-seater sofa.
A sofa, a table, and a secluded spot with a great view—it should have been occupied long ago.
But at this moment, there was no one there.
There was a guard with a gun at that seat. When he saw Jiang Wu, the guard said directly, "I reserved this seat. If you want to sit here, it will cost 5 catties of rice per hour."
Jiang Wu was surprised to find that people did business this way.
He handed a ten-jin rice coupon to the guard, who smiled and said to Jiang Wu, "Welcome. It's 10:15 now. You can sit until 12:15."
Chen Yin sat down next to him, her face slightly flushed, and whispered in Jiang Wu's ear, "Master, thank you for what you did earlier."
The noise in the bar was a bit loud, so Jiang Wu simply whispered in Chen Yin's ear, "Just call me Brother Wu here, don't reveal my identity."
After saying that, Jiang Wu picked up the menu on the table and looked at it.
The drinks are all quite expensive. Even beer, which was the most common beverage before the apocalypse, now costs five kilograms of rice per cup, and each cup only contains 200 milliliters.
A 100ml cup of Guomao liquor requires 100 jin of rice coupons.
Of course, there are also low-priced wines, such as Mitten wine.
Judging from the name, you can tell it's brewed with rice vines. One pound of rice vine wine only requires one pound of rice.
The exchange rate is amazing.
This also shows how worthless rice vines are.
Upon seeing the last two items, Jiang Wu was completely dumbfounded.
[Imported fine wine, plus a service fee of five kilograms of rice per glass; beautiful ladies or handsome gentlemen are welcome.]
[Beautiful breast milk, each cup (200 ml) is equivalent to 30 jin (15 kg) of rice. Tenfold compensation for any counterfeit!]
Jiang Wu could only sigh silently, "That's awesome!"
He ordered a bunch of pre-apocalyptic snacks, such as peanuts and chicken wings, and also ordered several of the most expensive drinks, which completely stunned the woman in red who brought Jiang Wu there.
Seeing that Jiang Wu was still ordering, the woman in red swallowed hard and whispered a reminder: "Brother, you have already ordered more than 500 catties of rice."
Jiang Wu smiled and said calmly, "It's alright, just bring it over."
The woman in red nodded quickly, took the menu, and left.
Just then, someone nearby ordered imported wine.
Five beautiful women lined up in front of the customer.
The older brother quickly selected one of them.
Jiang Wu watched as the beautiful woman first took a sip of the wine herself, then slowly fed it to her client...
This scene impressed Jiang Wu.
This really is a place of hedonism and decadence.
It seems that as long as you have rice, you have everything.
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