At this time, one of his men came to Babulev with a bundle of luggage: "Boss, it's a bundle of luggage!"
This stupid subordinate made Babulyev very angry. Everyone over there had run away, so why did you bring back a bundle of luggage?
Babulev snatched the luggage bundle and threw it to the ground. "No wonder Nisha chose this guy! This bastard is so good at this! He even set a trap in advance. Damn it! Why didn't I see he had these tricks before? Pull the people out of the trap, leave two people here to watch, and the rest of you go!"
Shamilov ran for several streets in one breath, and finally stopped in a remote place, leaning against the wall to catch his breath.
Fortunately, I am smart enough, otherwise I would have been frozen into an ice pop today.
I can't go back to that place. I have to find a new place to live, otherwise I will freeze to death.
It's a pity that he lost those things. If he had known earlier, he would not have bought them. Although Chinese money is of little use here, he can still buy a lot of things in the trading market if he keeps it with him.
Shamilov felt around his body and felt relieved when he found the booklet.
Fortunately, this booklet is still here. I hope to exchange it for some Chinese currency tomorrow, otherwise I won’t be able to survive.
Babulev, you bastard, I just slept with your sister, didn't I? Why are you still holding me back? Your sister didn't lose anything!
It seems like I slept more than one, two or three times?
No matter how many times they sleep together, your sister will be slept with by someone else sooner or later. She is not your wife, so why are you so angry?
Damn Babulev, I'm going to beat your ass sooner or later.
Otherwise, I can go find Nisha. At worst, I can just take a little loss and marry him and that's it.
If you think about it carefully, Nisha doesn't seem to be that ugly. She has a pretty good figure. She's just a little young. Will she look better in two years?
These days have been really bad. I lost money gambling and was being chased by someone. How the hell can I live like this?
Why have so many bad things happened to me these days? Meeting that young man from China is the only good thing.
I must go to the trading market tomorrow and exchange some money, otherwise I will have no money to rent a place.
Forget it, let’s find a place to live first.
It’s dark now, it will be terrible if we can’t find a place to stay.
While Shamilov was looking for a place to live, Wan Feng was being dragged out of his residence.
The people who pulled him in were Yang Pao and Wang Zhonghai. These two guys said that they wanted to take Wan Feng to see the world and check out the underground dance hall that had just opened in Heihe.
In 1986, dancing was no longer considered a taboo in Longjiang.
On the day Wan Feng graduated, the school organized a disco party for the graduates. The dance he and Zhang Xuan performed was considered the pinnacle of vocational high school and a dance that no one would surpass in the future.
Yang Pao and Wang Zhonghai made some money in the past few months. One time, when they were chatting with Wan Feng, they talked about the dance hall.
Wan Feng said this unintentionally. He said that one could rent a venue and buy a few similar audio equipment to open a dance hall, and make a profit by selling tickets and cigarettes and drinks in the hall.
Unexpectedly, the two guys took note of what they heard. After returning home, they teamed up and rented a club on a street by the river not far from here.
I packed up, bought two four-speaker tape recorders and started the business.
Today is the opening day, the advertisements have been put up, and Wan Feng must be invited to visit and provide guidance in the evening.
"You two opened this business together?"
"Um!"
"Fuck, I think you two will be fighting by the end of the year."
"impossible!"
Wan Feng snorted, "Any fight between two people will lead to a falling out. It's rare for a business partnership between two people to not fall out, and you two are no exception."
There is also such a proverb in Longjiang, and Yang Pao and Wang Zhonghai thought so too.
"Then how can we avoid a fight?"
"I don't know about that either. It all depends on whether you can avoid playing tricks on each other when dividing the money. If you do, you'll end up fighting in a few days."
"We ensure that the accounts are transparent and the profits are evenly distributed."
"Haha, that's what we all thought at the beginning, but problems arose as we went along. If you don't believe me, we'll just have to wait and see. But I'm putting this out there today: if you guys ever get into a fight, you'd better stay away from me. Go wherever you want, but don't do it under my nose."
"Hehehe! No way!"
"Don't be alarmist. I'm not exaggerating. Oh, by the way, did you send anything to the local police station chief?"
Yang Pao and Wang Zhonghai shook their heads.
These two idiots, if they do this kind of business, they must report it to the police station.
"You two should prepare some gifts right now and send them to the home of the chief of the local police station. They should cost at least one hundred yuan."
Wan Feng had no say in whether this was considered corrupting cadres. Opening a dance hall was simply not an option without good relations with the police station.
Wan Feng is not a black public security agency, this is how society is.
"Hurry up! Otherwise, the police station might come to check it out tonight or something."
Wang Zhonghai and Yang Pao then went to prepare.
Fortunately, they had many experiences dealing with the police station and naturally knew where the director lived.
The two bought a few bottles of Moutai liquor and a few packs of good cigarettes, which were delivered by Wang Zhonghai.
This guy is at least more tactful, but Yang Pao is a fool, and fools are not suitable to be given gifts.
When Wang Zhonghai went to give a gift, Yang Pao took Wan Feng to their dance hall.
Yang Jianguo and others had no interest in going to the dance hall, but Li Mingdou and He Xiao happily followed Wan Feng to the dance hall.
The dance hall was originally a street club that could accommodate hundreds of people. It had been abandoned there for a long time and had no use for anything. Now it has been rented and cleaned up by Wang Zhonghai and Yang Pao.
There is also a heater installed inside. Although it is not as warm as spring, it does not feel cold either.
There was a ticket office at the entrance, but maybe the tickets were sold out and there was no one inside. There were four hooligans collecting tickets at the entrance.
There were some young people outside who probably didn't buy tickets and were standing at the door with a look of envy and jealousy on their faces.
Wan Feng and Yang Pao walked into the dance hall. As soon as they entered, Wan Feng shouted, "Oh my god!" There were so many people inside. It was really crowded.
There was a circle of wooden chairs on three sides of the wall, all of which were occupied. The area at the door where there were no chairs was filled with people.
There were dozens of people dancing wildly on the dance floor, and the song playing on the tape recorder was Genghis Khan by George Lam.
"How much do you sell a ticket for?"
"One dollar, not expensive, right?"
One dollar is reasonable.
“How many tickets were sold to get so many people in and out?”
"More than 500!" Yang Pao was very proud.
More than 500 people crowded into such a simple dance hall!
"You and Wang Zhonghai are both worth 250 yuan."
"Hehehe, there's money to be made, so it doesn't matter if I'm stupid or not."
Yang Pao asked Wan Feng and the other two to sit in a few empty seats reserved inside, and also called two fashionably dressed women to serve them.
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