Chapter 457 Nightclub
Xia Zhizhi took back the ring, stepped on her high heels, tilted her head back, and walked out of the pawnshop.
In fact, there are so many gems of various colors in her space. Not only in this life, but also in her previous life, she bought a lot of them for free.
In the end of the world, no matter gold or jewelry, they are not worth a piece of steamed bun. When escaping, people must travel light. These things will be thrown on the ground and no one will pick them up.
But this only applies to other people. Xia Zhizhi has space and no pressure. She has no idea how many messy things she has collected, let alone these. Which normal girl would have the heart to not pick up the shiny things thrown on the ground?
But the things were so expensive that she felt that pawnshop was a bit too unfair. Ten thousand yuan would only make fifteen hundred yuan a month. Even if she didn't care much about the eight hundred yuan, it didn't mean that she was willing to be taken advantage of.
Xia Zhizhi stood on the road for a while with her arms folded.
She was thinking about where to go to make some money.
In this era of "shark fin rice", corruption is rampant among Hong Kong police. Influenced by Macau's gambling industry, gambling venues here are also springing up everywhere. There are small gambling stalls, tobacco shops, brothels and too many small-time scammers everywhere.
Xia Zhizhi could just find a small gambling den and play with Ah Ju to win a thousand or eight hundred yuan.
The problem is that at this point in time, the gambling industry is rooted in the grassroots, and there are not many high-end places.
This grassroots does not represent ordinary office workers and poor people. After all, such people have already started working to pay for their houses and it is impossible for them to come out to gamble.
Most of the casinos are filled with chain smokers, hooligans, drunkards, and people working in special industries.
Those who work in the world of feasting and revelry only look glamorous on the outside; most of them have poor health. Smokers and hooligans are not much better than them.
Xia Zhizhi could squat under a big tree and chat gossip with the old farmer with patches on his clothes, and she could even tease a runny-nosed child.
But I would never want to be in the same crowd with such people.
Xia Zhizhi found the place quickly.
She waved at the rickshaw next to her, then pointed to the nightclub ahead.
She didn't want to walk even 700 to 800 meters, she wanted to take a bus.
When they arrived at the entrance of the nightclub, Ah Ju got off the car first. The doorman came to greet them. Xia Zhizhi took Ah Ju's hand and slowly got out of the car, then glanced at the nightclub with a critical look.
Finally, I walked in reluctantly.
Just like Lao Foye, she wore high heels, held Ah Ju's hand, and walked inside. The doorman couldn't catch up with her and could only watch her go in.
The ballroom is decorated quite luxuriously.
In Xia Zhizhi's eyes, whether it was the dazzling crystal lamps or the magnificent wall pillars, they all looked like nouveau riche, the style of the later KTVs of the nouveau riche.
But in this day and age, it is indeed a first-class entertainment venue.
The lights inside are dim and the music is ambiguous.
When Xia Zhizhi entered, the host on stage paused the music and spoke with the microphone: "Now, please invite Mr. Huang to sing a song called "Love of Purple Apricot Flowers" for the beautiful Miss Luo Yiyi!" [Claim]
Xia Zhizhi was originally planning to go upstairs, but after hearing this, she stopped and decided to listen to how Mr. Huang sang.
After the host announced the song title, a man in the booth stood up and walked toward the stage. It must be Mr. Huang.
Mr. Huang is of medium height, wears glasses, and has a gentle appearance. He looks to be about 24 or 25 years old, and is dressed in a classic Hong Kong men's suit.
Huang came on stage and the prelude started. He looked a little shy and looked at his own booth silently and affectionately.
The person in the booth should be Miss Luo Yiyi. From Xia Zhizhi's perspective, she could only see her back.
At this time, the prelude ended and Mr. Huang sang with deep emotion.
"Since the day I first met you on the boat, we were both the happiest and free from worries. We were just two silent companions under the moonlight~~"
Xia Zhizhi: ...
I really don't know if this song is inherently so bad or if he just sang it badly.
It was so unpleasant that Xia Zhizhi wanted to dance on tiptoe to the music, spinning gracefully around, and slap him off the stage.
Mr. Huang had no self-awareness at all. While singing, he looked towards the booth.
Xia Zhizhi was a little curious about Miss Luo's mood. She wondered if she would be like her ex-boyfriend, and think that the ghostly howling was also nice?
Miss Luo sat with her back to Xia Zhizhi, and Xia Zhizhi couldn't see her expression, but it didn't matter, because Xia Zhizhi had mental power.
Well, Miss Luo was dressed very fashionably. Not the kind of fashionable that wears a halter top with a high slit, but a very ladylike style, the kind that a rich girl would dress when she goes out with a poor boy to manage her daddy's business.
Miss Luo listened to Mr. Huang's emotional voice, avoiding his gaze and with an awkward yet polite smile on her face.
Xia Zhizhi was satisfied.
You idiot, you sing so badly and yet you dare to poison everyone's ears in public, you deserve it that girls don't like you!
It is not cheap to sing a song on stage nowadays, it costs several US dollars. Who in an ordinary family can afford this? A few dozen Hong Kong dollars. Why don’t you do anything else? Do you have to sing?
There was still screaming and howling on the stage. Xia Zhizhi covered her ears and strode upstairs.
She finally understood why nightclubs had to hire so many thugs to guard the place.
With Mr. Huang being like this, if there weren't thugs holding him back and Xia Zhizhi didn't want to cause trouble for the time being, she would have gone up and beat him down.
The second floor is the private room, the third floor is the lounge, and above that are the guest rooms.
There was an elevator there, but Xia Zhizhi was too lazy to wait and just climbed the stairs to the third floor.
There are a lot of people in the club, including many guests, waiters and dancers.
Although there were many people, no one was so foolish as to provoke Xia Zhizhi.
The nightclub at that time was a high-end place. The cost of spending two hours there was equivalent to two months' salary for an ordinary person at that time. It was definitely not a place where ordinary people could have fun.
Most of the people who can come here to spend money are wealthy or noble people with good financial resources and are generous with their money. A small number of them come here to save money in order to hook up with a rich man.
Nowadays, some wealthy people who are not too particular still like to find their partners in dance halls.
The waiters inside are also well-trained. They move among the crowd and take care of the needs of customers very attentively.
As for the dancers here, they were different from the dancers in Xia Zhizhi's impression, who were of humble origins, poor family background, forced to sell their bodies to make a living, and sang dancers' tears sadly.
Xia Zhizhi took a quick look and found that there were about a hundred dancers, and this was not the total number.
There was not an ugly girl among the hundred or so dancers. Some of them were even good-looking and well-spoken. Some of them could even speak fluent English. One could tell at a glance that they were highly educated.
Xia Zhizhi and Aju went up to the third floor. She first scanned the entire place with her mental power, then went to the toilet, took Aju into the space, and came out a few minutes later.