The vast majority of pitiful people are not hateful; they are simply unlucky in life.
As she drank, she told Lu Feng about her life over the past twenty years. From the time she could remember, her father drank all day long, and when he came home drunk, he would smash things and beat people. Her mother supported the whole family by doing handicrafts. Perhaps because of poverty, she became sensible very early. Since becoming sensible, what she thought about most was changing her own destiny.
She was gentle by nature, but she was exceptionally determined. She studied desperately to change her fate, cutting back on food and clothing every day. Unexpectedly, her father was suddenly hospitalized.
“I didn’t really want to save him, but he was getting old after all. He held my hand in his hospital bed and apologized to me, saying he was sorry to this family, but he still wanted to live and wanted to see me get married.” Sirami was already sobbing as she spoke.
Perhaps it was because she had never experienced fatherly love that she resolutely decided to work at the dance hall. Her younger brother successfully inherited everything from their father, except for drinking and causing trouble.
"Sigh..." Lu Feng sighed and muttered, "They're going to be separated from Yan'er overseas!"
"What?"
"It's nothing, I can only wish you all the best in the future..." Lu Feng couldn't continue. Her future wouldn't be much better than it was now.
Life is a sea of suffering, and to navigate it, one needs a heart that can find joy even in hardship. Cheers!
Lu Feng clinked glasses with her and drank it all in one gulp.
They chatted from 4 pm until 8 pm. The supervisor could tell that Lu Feng was rich and powerful. She came back and forth seven or eight times and tried to recommend some other girls to sit with Lu Feng, but Lu Feng refused each time.
As Lu Feng smoked his cigarette and listened to her recount her story, he felt a pang of pity and wanted to help her escape her original fate.
Upstairs, in the deputy general manager's office, a bald man in his thirties sat in the boss's chair, reeking of alcohol and looking somewhat tired. There was a knock on the office door, and the man called out, "Come in."
The foreman came in and said, "A boss wants to see you."
"Want to see me? What do you want to see me for?" Da Gui lit a cigarette and took out his beloved Zuo Long pistol from the drawer to clean it.
"He didn't say, but this guy is very generous; he's already spent over 300,000 US dollars," the supervisor said.
Da Gui raised an eyebrow and said, "A rich man? And willing to spend money. I like this kind of person. Have him meet me in the west hall later."
"OK!"
Lu Feng chatted with Sirami, getting a little tipsy. Kevin seemed rather idle, unsure of what Lu Feng was doing there. With his boss sitting there, he felt awkward asking a beautiful woman to dance, so he had nothing else to do but drink alone.
"Mr. Lu, hello!" The head waiter walked over and said, "Didn't you want to see our deputy general manager? He's back and invites you to meet him in the west hall."
"Okay! You sit here, I'll be back in a bit." Afraid she'd run off, Lu Feng whispered to the foreman, "Keep a close eye on her, understand?"
After saying that, he took out a few US dollars from his pocket and stuffed them into her collar.
Lu Feng, along with Kevin and several bodyguards, walked upstairs. This dance hall was not just a dance hall; it also included a hotel, sauna, karaoke, ladyboy shows, and more. It could be said that as long as you had money, you could have as much fun as you wanted here.
Of course, the people here are all trained and have lost some of their wildness. If you want to find that wildness, you should wander around the streets more. It's like hunting for treasures. Whether you get tricked by an experienced person or run into a novice, no one knows.
Inside the private room of the upstairs restaurant, two men in suits stood at the door, looking quite imposing. The head waiter pushed open the door, and inside was a round table where a bald man in his thirties sat. He had a hooked nose, triangular eyes, and a sinister look in his eyes.
Lu Feng's bodyguards were kept outside the door, and Kevin and Lu Feng were also briefly searched. One of them accidentally touched Lu Feng's crotch.
"What is that?"
"Grenade!"
He couldn't help but smile, and the atmosphere seemed to ease.
The two men entered the room and sat down, looking at Da Gui opposite them. Neither of them spoke for more than ten seconds before Da Gui spoke up: "Mr. Lu, you really have extraordinary courage. Aren't you afraid I'll kill you two?"
As he spoke, he pulled a Zuolong pistol from his pocket.
Lu Feng was also taken aback. He was used to a comfortable life in China and hadn't really thought that much about it. He remained calm on the surface and said, "I believe you're not such an impulsive person, and I really can help you here!"
"Help me? Your company is struggling to survive here, how can you help me?"
Da Gui seemed to know something, and looked at Lu Feng with a mocking expression, "A clay Bodhisattva crossing the river, and you're still helping me?"
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
