Chapter 277 Dance
In the western district of Yanjing, there is a large courtyard with high walls.
Zhao Minglei drove here and honked twice at the closed gate of the courtyard. A man came out and looked out. Seeing that it was Zhao Minglei, he opened the door and let him in. He parked the car in the yard. Zhao Minglei walked down quickly with the car keys.
"Brother Minglei, how come you have time to come over and play today?" A young man about the same age as Zhao Minglei stood in the yard and asked with a smile. At the same time, his eyes fell on the car Zhao Minglei was driving, with great envy in his eyes.
This is a Lada, exactly the same model as Luo Yang's car, but in this era, small cars are a symbol of status, and such good cars are rare in the whole of Yanjing.
"Quanzi, why don't you go in?" Zhao Minglei asked with a smile.
Quan Zi pointed inside the building and said, "I came here early and have been playing for a while. I just came out. It's too stuffy inside. Let's go outside for some fresh air."
"Here!" Zhao Minglei reached out and threw a pack of cigarettes to Quanzi. Quanzi took it and saw that it was a pack of red and white Marlboro cigarettes. His eyes immediately lit up.
"Brother Minglei, I heard that you are very rich now. Can you take me with you to earn some pocket money sometime?" Quanzi took the cigarette and sniffed it. It must be said that Marlboro is really good. The smell is different from ordinary cigarettes.
"Okay! Let's find some time to chat when we're free. We're all family, so there's no need to talk about whether to bring along or not." Zhao Minglei agreed without thinking. Quan Zi was stunned and immediately overjoyed. Many people in the circle knew that Zhao Minglei had made a fortune in business and were jealous.
"Thank you, Brother Minglei. Brother Minglei, when do you think you are free? I am always available, hehe..." Quanzi asked while the iron was hot. Zhao Minglei smiled and patted his shoulder: "Okay, wait for my notice. I have something else to do so I will go in first."
"Okay, Brother Minglei, don't forget, I'll be waiting for your news!" Quanzi happily watched Zhao Minglei walk into the building.
Zhao Minglei raised his hand to indicate that he understood, but he didn't take it to heart at all. Quanzi was just an insignificant little character in their circle. Although he could barely be considered a member of the circle, he was a marginal figure. Such a little person was of little help to Zhao Minglei, and those words just now were just excuses.
Pushing the door and walking into the small building, compared to the tranquility outside, when the door behind opened, a wave of heat and deafening music greeted me.
"Ali! Alibaba! Alibaba is a happy young man... Oh, oh, oh, oh... Open sesame! Open sesame...!"
In this passionate contemporary divine song, a group of men and women in fancy clothes twisted their bodies and swayed wildly under the dim light. The smell of cigarettes, alcohol, sweat and perfume filled the room, making people feel as if there was a dance of demons.
Divine Comedy is Divine Comedy, it is catchy.
After Zhao Minglei entered the room, he could not see the people inside because of the light problem, so he subconsciously stopped. But within a minute, Zhao Minglei subconsciously moved his head like a chicken pecking at rice, chanting "Open sesame, open sesame" along with the music.
After a while, with everyone shouting "Oh, oh, oh", the song finally ended.
The next song is a soothing song, "Small Town Story" by Teresa Teng.
When the music started, the men and women who had been dancing wildly just now began to hug each other in pairs, swaying their bodies to the rhythm of the soft music and dancing "cheek to cheek". While dancing, the men and women also made some indescribable movements between them. The scene was simply eye-catching.
"Hi! Minglei, why are you here?" Just as Zhao Minglei was trying hard to find his target in the crowd, someone suddenly patted his shoulder.
"Haha, it's Brother Hu." Zhao Minglei naturally knew this man, Hu Yaoqing, the owner of this place, and also one of the disciples.
Hu Yaoqing is quite famous in the circle, although not as famous as Zhang Liming, he is not much different.
However , Hu Yaoqing is different from Zhang Liming. The latter entered the official career early, but Hu Yaoqing had no interest in it at all. What he liked most was eating, drinking and having fun. On weekdays, he often held dances in this place, gathering a large group of people to dance and drink, and do some happy things by the way.
"Kid, I heard that your business in Dazhalan is doing well. How come you have time to come here today?" Hu Yaoqing asked with a smile, patting Zhao Minglei on the shoulder.
"Haha, look at what you said, I'm just doing some small business to make a living, it's not as exaggerated as you say. If you don't believe me, you can go to my place and see for yourself when you have time." Facing Hu Yaoqing, Zhao Minglei didn't dare to be as casual as the powerful people outside. He answered with a low-key smile.
"Hahaha, are you afraid that I will steal your business? If I had this idea, I would have done it long ago. Don't worry, you do your business and I'll do mine. Since you're here, just have fun and have fun." Hu Yaoqing saw through Zhao Minglei's little thoughts. He smiled and shook his head, then patted Zhao Minglei on the shoulder and smiled at him, and then suddenly grabbed a young girl who was passing by. Amid the girl's subconscious exclamation, Hu Yaoqing pulled her hard and hugged her in his arms, and touched her up and down with his hands dishonestly, and swayed towards the middle of the hall with the giggling girl in his arms...
Watching this scene, Zhao Minglei couldn't help but swallow his saliva and cursed Hu Yaoqing as a "beast" in his heart.
In the past six months, Zhao Minglei has changed a lot. From the sunny and promising college student at Beijing University in everyone's eyes, he has become more practical.
Especially when the business in Dashilan became more and more prosperous, Zhao Minglei had more and more money in his hands. In addition, as his horizons in society broadened, his mentality also changed.
Zhao Minglei may have had some personality problems before, but he was still a relatively motivated young man. But now Zhao Minglei has become different from before. He is practical and concerned about interests, and he understands what power struggles and interest exchanges are.
Looking back at his past self, Zhao Minglei had to admit that he was too naive. Although he had certain means and ideas at that time, they all seemed like child's play now.
Since that embarrassing incident, Zhao Minglei had a very difficult time at school. Not only did he become a laughing stock among all the teachers and students in the school, but his position in the Student Union was also in jeopardy.
Now all of this has vanished. With Zhao Minglei getting in touch with Zhang Liming and the business in Dashilar booming, Zhang Liming, who had benefited from it, quickly helped him to settle the internal problems of the Student Union , so that Zhao Minglei not only retained his position as a member of the Student Union, but also got the promise of a job assignment after graduation next year.
All of this is the result of Zhao Minglei's change. Looking at himself now and then looking at his past self, Zhao Minglei feels that he was really stupid before. If he had known this earlier, maybe he would even be the president of the Student Union. How could he end up in such an embarrassing situation before?
But it is not too late yet. He must hold on to Zhang Liming's strong thigh. With this support, Zhao Minglei is confident that his future path will be smoother.
After searching the hall, Zhao Minglei didn't find the person he was looking for. Just as he was wondering, two men and three women came down the stairs leading to the second floor. Zhao Minglei's eyes lit up and he quickly walked over.
"Juanzi!"
"Zhao Minglei? Why are you here?" Under the dim light, Wang Juan was dressed radiantly today, with a slight blush on her face. The same was true for the other two men and two women. Moreover, a strange smell could be smelled from them.
"I have something to talk to you about. Serious business." Zhao Minglei said in a low voice, looking around and said, "Let's find a place to talk. It's too noisy here."
"Okay, why don't we go upstairs? It's quiet there." Wang Juan said casually. As soon as she finished speaking, a tall and thin man laughed and said, "Juanzi, aren't you going too far? You kicked a newcomer like me just because you saw an old friend? What's the matter? Didn't you have enough fun just now? If not, just say it. I still have plenty of bullets."
"Go to hell! Get out of the way. If you keep talking nonsense, I'll tear your mouth apart!" Wang Juan glared at him and cursed him rudely.
The man was stunned and didn't believe his ears. His face changed and he rolled up his sleeves and was about to go forward to teach Wang Juan a lesson. The other man quickly grabbed him and said something in the man's ear in a voice that only the two of them could hear. The man's face suddenly became uncertain. He looked at Wang Juan and said nothing more. He snorted and turned away with the woman beside him.
Wang Juan took Zhao Minglei to the second floor. There were quite a few rooms on the second floor. There were several rooms on one side of the corridor. From time to time, bursts of strange noises came from these closed rooms. Zhao Minglei felt dry in his mouth after listening to them, and tried his best to pretend that he was not looking away.
Wang Juan took Zhao Minglei into the only empty room. It was estimated that she and the few people just now were having fun in there.
After entering the room, Wang Juan closed the door casually. As soon as the thick door was closed, the deafening music outside disappeared.
She walked to the sofa by the window and sat down. Wang Juan took out a pack of cigarettes, lit them with a delicate lighter, and blew out a cloud of smoke expertly before asking Zhao Minglei, "Tell me, what's the matter that's so urgent that you came here to see me?"
After entering the room, Zhao Minglei's eyes immediately fell on the big bed in the middle of the room. The bed was very messy, and it was no exaggeration to say that it was in a mess. The air in the room was filled with the same smell that he had just smelled from Wang Juan and the others.
Zhao Minglei tried hard to move his eyes away from the bed. He took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, lit it and took a deep breath, using the effect and smell of nicotine to divert his attention from those messy things before he spoke.
"Juanzi, our good opportunity has come!" Zhao Minglei said to Wang Juan in a low voice.
"What good opportunity?" Wang Juan flicked the ash from her cigarette gracefully, looking calm.
"Of course it's a business matter. Do you remember what I told you last time? It's about to be done! Don't you think it's a good opportunity?" Zhao Minglei smiled at Wang Juan and said.
"Are you talking about the matter of the boss from Xiangjiang that you mentioned last time?" Wang Juan was slightly stunned. She was surprised but also delighted, and asked uncertainly.
When Wang Juan saw Zhao Minglei nodded and told her that her guess was correct and that this was the matter, she suddenly became excited.
