There are many people like Mr. Hao nowadays. At least he is a general manager of a real estate company. Many people impersonate various titles to deceive others. People like Fan Debiao are not uncommon in this black soil.
Upon entering the private room, there was a row of sofas and a coffee table. There was no large TV; instead, a projector was mounted at the back. The microphones were also wired. Compared to twenty years later, the interior decoration was quite ordinary.
Lu Feng glanced around and saw four or five long-haired men in loose suits sitting on the sofa taking a picture. The sense of that era was truly amazing.
For business karaoke, the ambiance doesn't matter; it's all about the girls!
Mr. Hao sat down, crossed his legs, and smoked a cigarette. A woman in her thirties followed him in. She had makeup on, thick hair, and a wavy perm.
"Greetings, gentlemen. This is Xiao Jing, our lobby manager. Please feel free to tell me if you need anything. I'll do my best to get it done for you. I hope you have a great time here," the lobby manager said poised and confidently.
"This is our leader from the South, General Manager Lu. Bring a bottle of all your imported liquors, and if that's not enough, ask for more. Also, find a few young ladies," General Manager Hao waved his hand and said, "Pretty and clever, you know? Arrange it!"
"Don't worry, it'll be right there!" The lobby manager went out to take a look, and Lu Feng looked up at the projector above. In fact, the sales of this type of product have always been good, and the karaoke market in these private rooms has been booming in recent years.
At the beginning of the year, the marketing department also submitted a preliminary market survey on projectors, showing that annual sales had exceeded one million units last year, forming a large market pool.
Just as I was pondering market matters, the door was pushed open again, and a group of beautiful women walked in. They were all about 1.7 meters tall, wearing high heels, mostly skirts above the knee, and makeup on their faces.
In this day and age, if these women walked down the street, they would definitely turn heads!
"Hello, leader!" The girls bowed in unison.
Seeing this scene, Feng Zhiyao became slightly nervous. He glanced at Lu Feng furtively, wondering what to do if they started playing around now.
Lu Feng wasn't thinking about any of that. He noticed something interesting: in the south, people in the service industry would call customers "boss" or "general manager," while in the north, they would call them "leader," or at least "brother."
President Hao turned to Lu Feng and asked, "President Lu, which one have you taken a fancy to?"
Lu Feng glanced around and, to be honest, their makeup was quite heavy. He even saw a girl with green eyelids, who looked like a ghost under the light.
But this kind of makeup is a characteristic of the glamorous era: red lips and green eyelids.
"Either is fine, as long as Mr. Hao has fun, I don't mind," Lu Feng said politely.
The girls' eyes were all on Lu Feng. They could keenly sense that Lu Feng was going to pay tonight, and he was young and good-looking. Such a customer was a rare find for them.
"Then stay them all!" President Hao waved his hand generously, and a row of girls beamed with joy. It's rare to find such a generous boss.
After Mr. Hao finished speaking, seven or eight girls squeezed onto the sofa, half of them crowding around Lu Feng. They all vied to get on top of him. Mr. Hao looked at the two people on his left and right, feeling that something was missing and something didn't feel right.
"Um... Xiaojing, do you have any foreign horses here?" Mr. Hao asked.
"Yes, but she's already with other guests. Next time you come, please call ahead and I'll have her wait for you," the lobby manager said apologetically.
The wine was already laid out on the table, and several young men poured it for the guests. The lobby manager raised a glass to express his apology and drank it all in one gulp.
The girls were all experts at creating a lively atmosphere; they could do everything from drinking and playing games to singing and dancing. Two girls kept crowding around Lu Feng, one of them being the one with the green eyelids.
"Go and keep Mr. Hao company. Mr. Hao is an important guest," Lu Feng instructed the two.
Feng Zhiyao held a glass of wine and drank. With Brother Feng next to him, he was a little reserved. If Lu Feng weren't around, he could definitely have a good time. He had attended many parties abroad that were even crazier than this.
Lu Feng and President Hao were drinking when a girl started singing, and the private room became lively.
“Brother, when I’m happy, everything is easy. This is nothing, just a fraction of 18 million. It’s enough to play here for a month.” Boss Hao’s face was flushed. While talking to Lu Feng, he pulled the girl next to him into his arms. The girl giggled and looked extremely wanton.
"Brother, I'm really counting on you for this. I trust you now, really. If we can get this money back, you'll not only save me, but also tens of thousands of employees." Lu Feng raised his glass and clinked it with his own, saying, "I'm new to this place, so please take good care of me."
"I'll introduce you to a few leaders in the next couple of days, have a meal, sing karaoke, go to a sauna, and then get that thing I told you about done, the five million thing. Let me tell you, it's just one sentence, no problem!" Boss Hao said excitedly.
"I'll drink it all!" Lu Feng said, downing the rest of his drink in one gulp.
Two girls stood in front and started swaying their bodies, while the girls next to them screamed incessantly, creating an atmosphere of excitement. One of them asked Lu Feng, "Boss, want to do a fly?"
"Fly one? What do you mean by 'fly one'?" Lu Feng asked, puzzled.
President Hao pointed and shouted, "Fly!"
The two girls twisted their bodies and casually pulled something out of their clothes and threw it out. One hit President Hao in the face, and the other hung on Lu Feng's head.
Lu Feng reached out and touched it, looking at the cover with a speechless expression. He could only say that young people more than twenty years later don't understand the happiness their fathers felt when they were young.
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