"Bitch!!!"

As the director of the Shanghai Song and Dance Hall, I am actually called a country bumpkin??

Immediately, the smile on the middle-aged man's face froze for a moment, and the people who were watching the scene seemed to have noticed something was wrong, and they exchanged glances and gathered around calmly.

However, at this time, Ding Xiaoyi took out a lollipop from his pocket.

Tear off the wrapping paper and put it in your mouth slowly.

He looked sideways at the middle-aged man, and finally fixed his eyes on the silver pocket watch on the middle-aged man's chest.

"It's an old thing! It's not new anymore. It's more popular over there!"

Ding Xiaoyi showed the electronic watch on his wrist.

Take it off and hand it to the middle-aged man.

Looking at the electronic watch handed over by Ding Xiaoyi, the middle-aged man's eyes suddenly lit up, and he took it with both hands and looked at it carefully.

Being able to be the director of the Shanghai Dance Hall requires more than just being able to do things, the most important thing is to have knowledge.

Naturally, you can recognize the Arabic numerals on the electronic label.

He looked at the time on it and compared it with his pocket watch.

This electronic watch is of course not a valuable thing, it is just for the convenience of being able to tell the time in hell.

Worthless stuff.

But one is a technological product from the future, and the other is an antique from an unknown age.

The difference between the two is as huge as when I saw the little girl selling cigarettes barefoot.

The dark, gem-like paint surface on the electronic watch, even without any decoration, has a simple and technological design and flashing blue lights.

All of this made this supervisor feel a huge wave in his heart.

Lamps are not uncommon in Shanghai dance halls.

It was so exquisite, so small, and required no wires at all, which completely subverted his perception.

Ding Xiaoyi reached out to take the electronic watch back and took it in his hand slowly.

With a lollipop in his mouth, he looked like a country bumpkin, as if he was mercilessly mocking: "You've never seen it before, you've never played with it before, you country bumpkin!"

This kind of look is very familiar to the manager, and it is not an exaggeration to describe it as skillful.

Because he himself often uses this look to look down on his relatives and friends.

The steward's face flickered, and he put his palms behind his back and waved his hand gently.

The spectators who had gathered behind him immediately dispersed and returned to their positions.

After all, he was the one in charge of human affairs. Even though he felt uncomfortable, he immediately changed his face and said to Ding Xiaoyi in a friendly manner:

"Young master, you have seen the big world at first glance. Forgive me for being ignorant and neglectful. Please come in!"

The manager is only about fifty years old, but at this time, it is not too much to call himself senile.

He personally led the way and guided Ding Xiaoyi to the VIP box on the second floor.

The Grand Shanghai Song and Dance Hall is the most luxurious place in the entire Shanghai Concession.

A crystal lamp runs through the three-story spiral staircase.

The rich and gorgeous decoration all gives people a feeling of dazzling golden light.

If this was a villa, it might feel luxurious and generous.

However, this is a song and dance hall, and Ding Xiaoyi really can't appreciate this kind of decoration.

Walking into the box, a song "Shanghai at Night" came.

"Night Shanghai, Night Shanghai, you are a city that never sleeps..."

The song is very light, but it is not as moving as before. It is obvious that someone has changed.

His eyes swept across the stage below. Several dancers in cheongsam were dancing under the colorful lights. The singer was a woman in her twenties with exaggerated wavy hair.

They sang and danced very happily, but the onlookers in the audience reacted indifferently.

"I'm new to you, young master. I don't know your last name..." The steward came forward and asked tentatively.

"Man!"

He knew that the steward was trying to figure out his bottom line, so after he finished speaking, he didn't give the steward a chance to continue asking.

Sitting on the sofa, he changed the topic and asked: "Who was there for the last song!"

Ding Xiaoyi held a lollipop in his mouth and enjoyed the feeling of the leather sofa, which was much more comfortable than the carbon fiber office chair.

Unfortunately, since the alliance announced many laws, leather sofas are also within the scope of control.

Although it is not as strict as the "Natural Jungle Protection Law", it is rarely sold on the market.

"Previous one!"

The manager raised his eyebrows, thought for a moment and said, "Oh, Master, you are talking about the little peach from our Shanghai Song and Dance Hall. Unfortunately, it was the last song just now, and I have gone home from get off work now!"

Ding Xiaoyi nodded thoughtfully and asked, "Do you know where this woman is from and where she lives?"

"this……"

The manager was a little embarrassed and said in a low voice: "Please wait a moment, I will go and ask for you."

After saying that, he walked out and sent someone backstage to ask about Xiaomi Tao.

Seeing this, Ding Xiaoyi had a smile on his lips, which was why he entered the house in a high profile.

Life is very realistic.

The more romantic the place, the more realistic and ruthless people are.

In this kind of place, both men and women have sold their self-esteem, smiles, and even their sex.

All you get in exchange is one word, money!

At this time, you come over to talk to someone about your feelings??

It won't hurt even if I beat you to death.

My pockets are empty, but that doesn't stop me.

As a rich second generation (former), he knows better what it means to be strong.

As long as you show yourself to be strong enough, the other party will treat you as a Bodhisattva before they can figure out your true identity.

It is better to suffer a loss than to offend.

This is the way of life for people like stewardship.

I believe that this steward has already asked someone to check his identity.

If you find out, you are just a pauper with nothing.

Haha, Ding Xiaoyi can imagine how ferocious the steward's face will be when he rushes in later.

But after all, this place is just a scene created by the spiritual space. He has no worries at all about these things created out of thin air.

A simple invisibility technique is enough to solve all problems.

It's just that this era has brought him a lot of freshness.

It makes me want to blend in and savor the atmosphere of this era.

At this time, the steward walked in from outside the door, with the same kind and friendly smile on his face.

"Master Ding, unfortunately, this little peach doesn't have many fellow villagers.

I just asked, and no one knows where she lives.

But if the young master likes it, she can come to support her tomorrow, and then I will ask her to take good care of the young master."

After the steward finished speaking, he clapped his hands and saw several women wearing cheongsam walking in from behind the door.

"These are all here to serve Master Ding. I failed to entertain you well today. Master Ding, you can have fun, but I will pay for all the expenses!"

He knew what the steward said was bullshit.

The people in my dance hall don’t even know where they live. Isn’t this what Fang Tianye talks about?

But I knew that there was no point in asking further questions.

He simply stood up and refused the so-called ‘good intentions’ from the manager.

"No, I'll come back tomorrow!"

"The hospitality is not good, the hospitality is not good!"

The steward apologized profusely and sent Ding Xiaoyi away.

And outside the gate, a black four-wheeler was parked.

"I'm so sorry, the car is ready!"
To be continued...