Golden October is the most comfortable season of the year in Beijing.
However, at this evening, a strong wind suddenly arose, thick clouds pressed down, and the dust and sand that were carried up were whistling through the air unscrupulously. The sky seemed to be covered with a layer of black silk cloth, and a rainstorm was coming.
Every year, Beijing's torrential downpours make headlines, flooding subway tunnels, paralyzing traffic, and stranding many commuters on their way home. Consequently, after the meteorological observatory issued a red alert for heavy rain yesterday, our company's leadership granted us permission to leave work early.
At this time, Ni An was the only one left in the huge office.
Only after confirming that no other colleagues would return did she stand up from her desk and walk towards the finance office.
After entering the password twice, the safe door was opened and a U-Shield was held tightly in her hand.
After a familiar operation, a text message came on her mobile phone indicating that a sum of money had been received, but the money was not deposited into the public account, but into her own personal account.
When everything returned to normal, her heartbeat gradually began to beat again. Her palms were already covered in sweat, and she was no longer as calm and composed as before.
The storm was about to come outside the window. Ni An grabbed the gray Diody bag on the table and hurried to the company's underground garage.
The BMW Mini's headlights flashed, it started up, and arrived at the Red Paradise Club before the heavy rain.
Red Paradise is undoubtedly Beijing's most extravagant entertainment club. Its exterior is modeled after the Louvre in Paris, except that the glass curtain wall has been replaced with a large LED screen, complete with 3D visual effects that are incredibly stunning. Since its opening, this place has consistently ranked among the top three popular check-in spots in Beijing.
What is more eye-catching than the 3D naked eye is the open-air parking lot in front of the club.
At a glance, there are all kinds of top luxury cars - Rolls-Royce Phantom, Bugatti Veyron, Maybach...
Just by looking at the configuration of the parking lot, you can tell the consumption level of the club, which is unaffordable for ordinary people.
Ni An parked the car and went to the staff room to change into the club uniform.
The business escorts at the club were all chosen for their beauty. Wearing a black and gold velvet cheongsam, moon-white high heels, their hair tied up in a beautiful bun, and with the right makeup, they looked like the perfect Shanghai socialites.
She was checking her makeup in the mirror when the phone on the dressing table suddenly vibrated. She glanced down and saw that it was a call from an unknown number.
She had been accustomed to being harassed by unknown numbers during this period, and the irritation in her eyes was evident, but she caught sight of her colleague who was putting on makeup next to her, her ears perked up and multitasking. She pursed her lips and decisively hung up.
She would have to drink with guests at work soon, and it would be painful to go on an empty stomach. After thinking about it, she took out the tuna rice balls she had bought at the 711 downstairs from her company that morning from her bag, intending to fill her stomach.
Today's guest had made a reservation a week ago. I had assumed the club would notify me of the cancellation given the date, but I didn't expect him to be so persistent.
The rainstorm finally arrived as expected.
Ni An left the staff room and the foreman was reminding him through the wireless headset: "The guest has entered the elevator. Go to the elevator entrance on the 5th floor to greet him.
Ni An did as he was told.
The elevator door opened, and the man in the lead was dressed casually. He looked at Ni An like a seasoned playwright, sizing her up from head to toe.
Such an unconcealed gaze made her feel a little uncomfortable, but she had to maintain a professional smile on her face: "Hello Mr. Zhou, I'm Vivian."
Zhou Li put his arm around her shoulders and whispered in her ear, "Miss Ni, you have a really bad memory. We've met before."
Ni An's body stiffened. She had never told anyone about her part-time job at the club under the pseudonym Vivian. After all, this job could easily lead people to associate it with legal taboos.
She tried hard to search for Zhou Li's face in her mind.
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