“What are you doing here? Of course, we're here to patronize the business!”
Brother Hu said, sticking out his neck, towards the security guard.
“Patronize the business? Look at yourselves, what kind of rabble are you?”
The security guard looked down on Wang Yu and his group, exhaling contemptuously through his nostrils.
“This is a high-end establishment. Is this a place for poor wretches like you? Get to the side!”
The security guard sneered, pointing to the side.
Over there, about a dozen people were squatting by the roadside, all looking honest and simple, wearing plain work uniforms. Their faces were dejected, some even had cigarette butts in their mouths, sighing.
Seeing their appearance, Wang Yu immediately understood.
He was wearing the factory's work uniform, which was similar to theirs. He looked like an ordinary worker, the only difference being that he appeared cleaner.
Then these security guards assumed he was also an ordinary worker.
“Them? You damn fool, you think we're those kinds of people!” Brother Hu was furious, his face turning red. He clenched his thick fist and was about to step forward to argue with the security guard.
“What’s going on?” Wang Yu grabbed Brother Hu, who was about to step forward, and noticed something was off about his expression.
“Little Factory Director, those people are special. Their wives work here,” Brother Hu said to Wang Yu.
Work? Wang Yu was slightly stunned. What kind of work could there be at a place like the Red Moon Cabaret?
“You don’t mean…” Wang Yu didn't finish his sentence, but Brother Hu nodded.
“That’s right. These are all workers from the steel mill. Due to financial hardship, they have to send their wives to work here, for that kind of accompanying job. Then they wait here to pick up their wives after work.”
Brother Hu said with a heavy expression.
“What? Surely not!” Wang Yu seemed incredulous.
This was the first time he had been so surprised since his rebirth. Although it had always been said that one should not laugh at poverty but rather at immorality, it was hard to imagine so many men would willingly let their wives do such a thing. And they were even responsible for picking them up and dropping them off.
Perhaps only the simple yet heavy words “due to financial hardship” could describe it!
“Yo? Isn’t this our Director Wang?” A sarcastic voice suddenly sounded from behind.
Wang Yu turned around and saw Fang Zhongtian, looking at him with a lewd and mocking expression.
The world is truly small. Why does he run into this guy everywhere he goes? Wang Yu was helpless.
This scoundrel had just been to the police station a few days ago, and he didn’t expect him to be out so soon.
“I never thought our Director Wang would frequent such places. No wonder the car factory is in decline. It’s because the top is rotten, and the bottom follows suit,” Fang Zhongtian’s tone was incredibly sarcastic, making one want to punch him.
“But why are you being stopped by the security guards? Oh my, I get it. You must have no money, your pockets are empty, and you just came to feast your eyes.
Why didn’t you tell me? Since we know each other, I’ll bring two young ladies for you to see later?
Oh, right, don’t you have a girlfriend? Why aren’t you with her? Are you incapable? Mmm, incapable in every sense of the word. Hahahaha!”
Fang Zhongtian chattered incessantly like a gossip, and with the large mole on his face, he inexplicably reminded Wang Yu of a common matchmaker in the countryside.
Mmm, or perhaps a madam!
“You son of a…! Say that again if you dare.” Wang Yu wasn’t angry, but Brother Hu couldn’t help but step forward and grab his collar.
“Don’t cause trouble. We are civilized people. We can’t act like some people and resort to violence, only to end up in the police station.” Wang Yu calmly advised Brother Hu, but his words made Fang Zhongtian’s face flush.
“You… you only know how to run your mouth. You’ll regret this soon!” Fang Zhongtian snorted coldly, turned around without another word, and entered the cabaret’s main entrance. The security guard clearly knew him and let him in with a smile.
“Heh.” Wang Yu just smiled at Fang Zhongtian’s threat. After all, this guy was an enemy. He then took out a few crisp hundred-yuan bills from his pocket and showed them to the security guard.
“I say, brother, we are really here to spend money.”
Seeing Wang Yu take out money, he didn’t seem like one of those poor wretches, and the security guard’s face, full of flesh, immediately turned into a smile. Like a black-skinned captain who had found a treasure, he bowed and made way.
“My apologies, my apologies, guests, please come in!”
“Hmph, judging people by their appearance,” Brother Hu snorted, lit a cigarette, and arrogantly followed Wang Yu into the cabaret.
“There’s no need to get angry with people like them. As the saying goes, it’s easier to meet the King of Hell than a petty official. Do you want to be the King of Hell or a petty official?” Wang Yu said to Brother Hu with a smile, hoping he would have a broader perspective.
However, whether this guy would listen was unknown; it was highly likely he wouldn’t.
Before long, the two entered the cabaret. Inside was a dimly lit passage, with loud music and colorful flashing lights.
Neon lights flickered, and a group of men and women were dancing wildly.
Perhaps these were the main participants of future square dancing… Wang Yu thought to himself.
The two arrived at a bar near the entrance. A young man was lounging there, with two heavily made-up women on either side, touching him intimately.
“You must be Director Yang Song of the steel mill.” Wang Yu stepped forward to greet him and sat down opposite him.
“Mmm, it’s all good. I’ll definitely win this round. If you lose, you have to take off another piece of clothing,” the young man replied nonchalantly, a half-smoked cigarette in his mouth, holding a deck of cards and flirting with the two women beside him.
His words drew the women’s sweet laughter, “We don’t know who will take off their clothes yet. Director Yang, if you lose, you have to drink a glass.”
“Hey! Our Little Factory Director is talking to you, didn’t you hear?”
Brother Hu stepped forward and slapped the table, indignant that the other party had ignored Wang Yu.
However, from the guy’s shifty eyes, which kept lingering on the exposed and seductive figures of the two women beside him, it was clear that his intention was not in the wine.
“I heard you. So what?”
Yang Song shrugged indifferently, flipped over the cards in his hand, found he had lost, cursed his bad luck, and downed the beer in front of him.
After drinking the beer, Yang Song let out a long sigh, took out two ten-yuan bills, stuffed them into the cleavage of the two women, and then patted their sensitive parts.
The two women immediately understood, giggled, and got up to leave.
“I am Yang Song. What business do you want to discuss?” Yang Song looked at Wang Yu sideways and said calmly.
“Let’s make it clear first. I want sixty percent of the profits as a finder’s fee.”