It’s called a dressing room, but it’s actually bigger than the house we just saw.
But the layout here makes people think a lot.
On the left side of the entrance is a whole row of clothes, ranging from bellybands and shorts to uniforms and military uniforms.
On the right, there is a huge bathtub that can accommodate two people, and a shower room separated by frosted glass on all four sides. It is not too transparent, just enough to create a hazy effect.
On the opposite wall was an unusually large dressing table covered with cushions and topped with a huge dressing mirror.
There were also a few oddly shaped chairs with cushions on the floor.
Feng Yijia might not have understood the use of these things before jumping off the cliff.
But now, thanks to the movies and TV shows in her previous life, she knew at a glance that this was definitely not a simple dressing room.
Even though the situation was worrying, Feng Yijia couldn't help but sigh in his heart: I can't believe that it was only the early 1980s, when most people were just filling their stomachs, but some people were already spending so much money on entertainment in private.
Sure enough, society has always been divided into classes.
After sighing, he looked around the house carefully again. Seeing that there were no cameras as was common in later generations, he closed the door, washed his hands and face, and took off his stained clothes with some reluctance. Then he quickly took out the clothes he brought from the bag on his back and put them on.
I don't know if these people were too rich and confident, or if they had no idea that she had gone to the credit union to apply for a loan today. They just thought she was a poor little village girl. They didn't even take away the cloth bag on her body, and no one checked it.
In addition to the 800 yuan in cash she borrowed today and documents such as the contract, there was only one set of clothes for her to change into when staying overnight in the county, which just solved her problem.
The row outside was probably battle robes for special occasions, and she didn't want to wear them unless she had to.
After wrapping herself up tightly again, she found the medicine under the dresser and sat down on the floor to apply a layer on her red heels.
Don't ask her why she doesn't sit on those chairs. The reason is that she finds them disgusting.
After applying the medicine, Feng Yijia bent his knees and held his chin up, trying to find a way to escape.
After a while, he looked at the walls without even a window on any of the four sides and sighed.
The conclusion is that it is unlikely to escape on your own.
However, as long as her life was not in danger in the short term, she firmly believed that she would get out.
Meng Sheng will discover that I am missing by tomorrow morning at the latest, and he will definitely find a way to find me.
If you really can’t find it, you still have your dad.
But if Dad knew, this trip to the county would definitely make his already weak soul even weaker.
Thinking of this, Feng Yijia sighed again.
Time passed slowly. Chunli, who was sitting next to the door, became impatient and reminded him, "Feng Yijia should come out soon."
Feng Yijia didn't want to go out, but he didn't want to offend anyone and bring trouble upon himself, so he had no choice but to get up, find a pair of slippers, put them on, opened the door and walked out.
Chunli looked at her shabby clothes, frowned but didn't say anything, and pulled her out of the house.
He said, “It’s six o’clock, time to have dinner.
I'll take you to the dining room today, and you can go by yourself from now on.
There are people guarding the place from eight in the morning to two or three in the morning, and meals are ready.
Just don’t bring it back into the house. If the ventilation isn’t good, the smell won’t go away for a long time!”
[I understand. This is to prevent guests from having to smell the whole house full of cooking and having a bad experience!]
Feng Yijia followed her out, listening to her words and complaining in his heart while paying attention to the environment outside the house.
Diagonally opposite the door was a closed iron gate.
On the left is a whitewashed wall, and on the right is a long corridor. The top of the corridor is decorated with wooden boards, and there are vents and electric lights installed at regular intervals.
This place is undoubtedly underground, and behind the closed iron door should be the passage leading to the ground.
As we walked forward, doors with numbers like three or four appeared from time to time on both sides of the corridor.
There were plenty of rooms like the one she was staying in.
Walk to the other end of the corridor and you will find the restaurant.
Like everywhere else, the soundproofing is very good.
Standing outside the door, I couldn't hear any sound. When I pushed the door open, the sweet voices of several women came out instantly.
——"Oh, I can't eat anymore. That bastard said I had too much fat on my waist yesterday!"
——“Which one?
The one wearing glasses and as tall as a bamboo pole?
Last time he said that my thighs were not long enough.
Pah, I want to be like him, skinny and just a skeleton."
——"Today's shrimps are big and fresh, Juan'er can eat whatever she wants.
Many men like plump and voluptuous girls!
That person is going to complain and tell Sister Chunli that he will no longer serve him.
——"That's right, the bones are like knives, it hurts, and the technique is not very good."
Feng Yijia followed Chunli into the house, and even though he had seen real combat several times when he was wandering around, he couldn't help but feel a little hot on his face when he heard what these people said.
He looked up curiously at the people who were talking. Each of them was either pretty or bright, and all had a rare good look.
They were chatting and laughing while eating, and when they saw Chunli come in, they greeted her warmly: "Sister Chunli, come for dinner!"
They seemed like friendly sisters getting along with each other, and there was no sign that they were imprisoned or forced.
"Um!"
Chunli responded with a smile, then took Feng Yijia directly to the half-open kitchen to get her meal.
Each person received a bowl of mullet soup, a portion of crispy shrimp, a portion of shredded pork with green peppers, and a portion of small green vegetables.
It is definitely a high-standard meal in this era.
Feng Yijia took his portion, sat down and started eating.
No matter what, you can't let your stomach down.
Chun-Li is not very old, but she has been in the industry for quite some time and has worked with many newcomers.
She had seen people who were trying to commit suicide, and people who were resigned to their fate and obedient, but she was the only one like Feng Yijia who could eat his first meal.
As if he wasn't worried at all about what would happen next.
Chunli put away this strange thought and thought that it might be because the girl had lived too hard and had never eaten such good food.
I couldn't help but feel bored.
She always likes to use courtesy before force when training people, and emphasizes win-win cooperation.
The girls sent here are usually from poor families. Before they even become soldiers, they obey orders for food, clothing, or money, and even take the initiative to receive customers.
It's been a while since I've met a tough guy to practice with. This guy in front of me looked interesting at first, but now it seems that he can't escape the test of food either.
It’s not boring at all!
Feng Yijia didn't know that he had accidentally avoided a lot of trouble. After dinner, seeing Chunli surrounded by the women talking about receiving customers, he slowly returned to his previous room to rest.
At this time, Meng Sheng was frantically looking for someone in the county.
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