"Two new songs have recently become popular at the Paramount Ballroom, even surpassing my 'Hong Kong Night.' Miss Xu, would you like to listen to them?"
Xu Zhuohua sat on the edge of the bed, leaning against the soft headboard. "Listen to this."
Hu Moli took graceful steps and turned on the gramophone.
The upbeat drumbeats and the first line, "Hey you," made Xu Zhuohua's eyes widen. "Isn't this the Queencard dance I did?"
Hu Moli asked with some delight, "What's the name of this song?"
"Emm...name? I don't know."
Hu Moli was somewhat surprised, "Wasn't this piece an original composition by Miss Xu?"
Xu Zhuohua said helplessly, "No, I found it by chance in a pile of records."
Hu Moli clearly didn't believe it: "The dance moves were also made up?"
"Well, it's all made up. I'd call it a shamanistic ritual."
"..."
Hu Moli knew that Xu Zhuohua didn't want to talk about it, so she didn't press the matter further.
"This song is very fashionable, and many people want to have it engraved, but Boss Huo treasures it very much. He even wanted the dancers at the Paramount Ballroom to learn Miss Xu's dance. However, when they went to visit, they were kicked out by the warlord's wife, and unfortunately, they didn't learn it."
Xu Zhuohua felt ashamed. How could Madam Cheng, who cared so much about her reputation, possibly agree to this?
"Since you can't go out these next few days anyway, and I'm quite interested in those dances, why don't you teach me?"
Hu Moli's eyes were large and bright. She looked at Xu Zhuohua, and her dark eyes reflected Xu Zhuohua's surprised face.
"Will you release me in a few days?" she asked, grasping at the key information.
It's obvious that the 'big shot' behind Hu Moli didn't really want to kidnap Xu Zhuohua, but rather wanted to use Xu Zhuohua to lure out Cheng Muyun.
She was probably the only woman who appeared by Cheng Muyun's side, and Luo Yunqiao couldn't touch her, so he deliberately picked on her, the easy target.
Hu Moli nodded. "Actually, it's okay to tell you so you won't make a fuss. I'll let you go in three days."
Xu Zhuohua raised an eyebrow, "What will happen in the next three days?"
Hu Moli said, "That was all a scheme by those above. How would I know?"
For no apparent reason, Xu Zhuohua suddenly felt relieved.
She believed that Cheng Muyun would definitely find her within three days, and it was obvious that Hu Moli wouldn't hurt her, so she decided to treat it as staying in a guesthouse and having a beautiful woman accompany her every day.
Enjoy life to the fullest when you're successful!
"Okay, let go of what I'm holding, and I'll teach you to dance."
As Xu Zhuohua continued teaching, she discovered that Hu Moli truly lived up to her reputation as a famous singer; she was incredibly talented, far more so than Xinghua.
It's just that it's inconvenient to do the movements while wearing a cheongsam, otherwise she would definitely dance very well.
Xu Zhuohua pressed the switch on the phonograph. "Okay, the first eight eight-beats, Miss Hu, please jump them once."
Hu Moli rolled up her cheongsam and tied it into a knot next to her thigh, which looked very sexy.
"One, two, three, four; five, six, seven, eight."...
Hu Moli finished her dance, and she danced very well. Xu Zhuohua couldn't help but applaud.
"What about the next one?"
Hu Moli wanted to continue learning, but Xu Zhuohua slumped onto the sofa, saying, "I'll teach you the rest tomorrow."
"ah?"
Unexpectedly, Xu Zhuohua abandoned the project, and Hu Moli's interest, which had just been piqued, vanished. She walked over and sat down next to Xu Zhuohua.
A fragrant breeze wafted by, and Xu Zhuohua was inexplicably in a great mood.
“Miss Xu, please teach me. You know this is how I make a living. Nobody listens to ‘Hong Kong Business’ anymore, and I’ll be stepping down soon.”
Hu Moli is beautiful from afar, and even more beautiful up close; she is clearly a natural-born leading lady.
Xu Zhuohua couldn't help but ask, "Miss Hu, you could sing opera in the Peking Opera world and be appreciated by many important people. How did you end up in a dance hall?"
Hu Moli's pupils contracted sharply, and she stood up. "How do you know I come from the Peking Opera world? Who told you that?"
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