Chapter 3 Women's War in the Dark

Today is the full moon, whether it is the fifteenth or the sixteenth, the moon is so full that it seems to be overflowing. The moonlight splashed on the streets and alleys, but it couldn't pour into the "Night Angel". "Night Angel" is still surrounded by dark purple floor-to-ceiling thick velvet curtains, feasting and feasting, forming a world of its own. If the earth explodes, I will never hear a thunderclap or see a single flame before I die.Those thick velvet curtains will wrap me up and accompany me to hell with music and death. I'm going to hell when I die, that's almost a certainty.

I have said that there is no kind of person in the world more disgraceful and more inexcusable than a graduate student who degenerates into a whore. If the sky does evil, you can still live; if you do evil yourself, there is no forgiveness.Everything is my own choice. Although, I often say that people have no choice. No choice. It's like my mother is my grandma's daughter, I am my mother's daughter, and we have been prostitutes for generations, there is no choice. Our family is cursed. I forgive myself for this reason, but I cannot forgive my mother.Because, she is Yunxiu, a well-known, well-known, strong woman in the advertising industry, Yunxiu!

If a ten outstanding young man with unlimited glory can be a prostitute, then of course a Zhuangzi graduate student who failed to obtain a diploma has more reason to be a prostitute. I have their blood in my veins, I was born with the spell of my enemies, my fate, my destiny, what can I do? Ms. Qin sat behind the desk and painted my nails. Seeing me come in, she greeted me affectionately: "Lankou nail polish, black, the most popular, come?" "I don't like black." I said insincerely.Actually, I don't like following trends. Black is my favorite color.But I like black because it is unique and individual.If black is in fashion, it's one of the colors I avoid the most.

Zhuangzi said: "People in the world like others who are similar to themselves and hate others who are different from themselves. Those who are similar to themselves but desire them, and those who are different from themselves but do not desire them have the heart to be superior to others." I don't believe it.My theory is exactly the opposite of Zhuang's: stand out only when you are different. "A man who takes it as his heart to stand out from the crowd, how can he stand out from the crowd!" I examined Miss Qin's makeup. ——Her makeup is always too heavy.It's been like this before, and tonight it's extravagant: blue eyelids, black lipstick, low-cut evening dresses, plus ten black nails.She calls this "old Shanghai style".And I want to add an attributive to it: the amorous feelings of the lowest prostitutes in the most despicable romantic places in old Shanghai do not belong to the ranks of "Chang San" or "Yao Er", but are only worthy of half-closed doors.

"Who's coming today?" "Handsome guy." Ms. Qin smiled coquettishly, twisting her waist in a coquettish way, imitating the tone of the little girl selling toothpaste in the TV commercial, coquettishly coquettish, "You have a new partner." "Partner?" I was surprised. "You mean to send a male singer? What are men doing in the club?" "Good question!" Ms. Qin's smile trembled, "The female singer is also a public relations lady, and the male singer is a very serious and serious male singer. He is neither good at talking nor entertaining guests. You said Gao Sheng Why did you spend a lot of money to hire him?"

I was burning with anger.The fact that I did play the role of a publicist is one thing, but it's quite another to be told so clearly to my face.If I also casually say that the so-called nightclub manager is just a procuress of a brothel, I believe that Miss Qin's face will be the same, right? But no matter how angry I was, on the surface, I could only pretend not to care, and said lightly: "Sheng Gao invited him? Then there are only two possibilities: 1. He is Gao Sheng's confidant and came to monitor us; Check, Gao Sheng invited him to sing a song about Yangchun Baixue, pretending to be a facade. Anyway, no matter what it is, it’s not a good thing for a night owl to come into the house.”

"Guess right." "Which one is right?" "The second type." I let out a sigh, but luckily it wasn't the first one. "Recently, there has been a lot of noise in the anti-pornography campaign, and Gao Sheng has to put on a show. Some colleagues are jealous of our good business and report that 'Night Angel' has pornographic services. Gao Sheng invites a serious singer to set the record straight." Miss Qin stood up gracefully, in the Swing from side to side in front of the mirror. "This is called 'wanting to be a bitch, but also building a torii'."

"Yes, I am a bitch, and he is a torii." I laughed at myself, and at the same time thought viciously in my heart, I have fallen into the dye vat and can't wash it off, I am a real bitch.But what about him, is he qualified to be an archway? There is a knock on the door.It's A Jian, the background manager. "There are no more eggs in the kitchen." He poked there straight, a tall man of 1.8 meters sealed the door of the manager's office, his honest face was full of anxiety and worry: "A guest wants to order ten kebab rice Plus egg drop soup, but there are only five or six eggs in the kitchen.”

"There are no eggs, why do you ask me?" Miss Qin sucked her lips and blew on her fingertips, and said impatiently, "Go to the western kitchen." "Wei Chef said that there are less than ten eggs, and the customer is in a hurry to ask for it, but he can't help it. Could it be possible to let him lay eggs?" "Then what's the use of telling me? Western chefs don't know how to lay eggs, so can I?" Ms. Qin became anxious as she spoke, and walked around a few times on the spot, and ordered in distress, "Go find Shelly and find a solution."

I suddenly felt a little nervous. "Find a solution with Shelly." This is Miss Qin's catchphrase. Whenever there is something wrong with the club, Ms. Qin's solution is always to "find a solution with Shelly".As for Shelly, it seems that she really has three heads and six arms, and any trivial troubles can be solved by her. But this time, is she capable of laying eggs? In the club, the western kitchen is just a decoration, for the guests to have some snacks to fill up the scene when the wine is full of wine, so the preparation of the kitchen has always been simple, I didn't expect ten hungry wolves to come here at once today, what to order is not good, I want to order egg rice!

Western egg rice is different from our egg fried rice in Beijing. It is not just fried eggs and rice, just beat a few eggs and add some water to deal with it.Instead, the eggs are fried to a round shape, neither burnt nor runny, just right, not only the taste must be fragrant, but more importantly, the appearance must be good, it is a whole egg, whole and whole, not sloppy at all.The club's service tenet is: never say no to guests.As long as there is something on the menu, the customer must order it, and there is no excuse to shirk it. However, this is Meixian, not Guangzhou. Shops are closed at 6:00 pm, and there are no 24-hour hawkers. Without eggs, there is nothing to think about other than begging on the street. Faintly, I was a little curious, and also a little gleeful, wanting to see Xiyan's helpless look. Ms. Qin's personality is more savage than mine, and things can't be handled properly. She will never say that she is negligent in management, and will definitely scold A Jian, Xi Chu, and Xi Yan from top to bottom. The only thing she can't do is to examine herself. Our conversation continued, but it was clear that both of us were distracted. "What's his name?" "Who?" "That memorial archway." "Ah, you said that singer." Miss Qin smiled, "I belong to the same family as me, surnamed Qin, Qin Jin." "Qin Jin? This name sounds familiar." "It is said that he has released two MTVs. He is considered a singer, but he didn't sing when he was young. Now he is almost 30 and has semi-retired. He runs a small restaurant and his family takes care of it. The singing is purely a guest appearance. nature." "Then Gao Sheng asked him to come out of the mountain, and he really used it as an archway." I sneered, "A young man is a singer, with a little fame and a little money. Naturally, no one suspects that 'Night Angel' has a pornographic career." Miss Qin was also laughing, but her expression was very unnatural. After a while, she couldn't help calling A Rong in to ask, "Where did Shelly go?" "I'm going to get eggs." Ah Rong replied, "She took Ah Jian and the security guard out together, and said she was going to borrow eggs." "Borrow? Where can I borrow it?" Miss Qin was even more confused. But I have suddenly understood.borrow.Of course there is only one way.Although the store is closed, the food stalls are opening. Shelly is going to take Ah Jian and the security guards out together. Naturally, she goes to the food stalls on the street to "borrow" eggs.Our people are at the food stalls for supper every day, and they know a few bosses more or less, and they are aimed at the size of A Jian and the security guards. How dare the small bosses not show their face.Why didn't I think of "borrowing"? Invisibly, I only felt that I had lost to Xi Yan once again, and my heart was disturbed like a grass. Arong said: "Miss Qin, your nail polish is so cool and fashionable." Miss Qin moved the corner of her mouth to express her appreciation. Ah Rong added: "I heard that the club is going to have a male singer, he is a handsome guy." "You heard about it so soon?" "DJ Ganzai said it. He went to pick him up at the airport." A Rong said fascinatedly, "Ganzai is the number one handsome guy in 'Night Angel'. He always said that the rookie is handsome. It's not easy for men to praise men." "It's not as difficult as a woman praising a woman." Miss Qin thought she was humorous and laughed. "Miss Qin's words are really interesting, one sentence is one sentence." A Rong chatted again and again, seeing Miss Qin's mood improved, paused, and finally got down to business: "I want to ask for half a day off tomorrow." "Oh?" "Tomorrow is my birthday. Ganzai said that it is the first time to celebrate my birthday in Meizhou. It is best to go to Pankeng to worship God, and I will be blessed." "Pankeng?" Ms. Qin pondered, then suddenly looked at me and asked, "Wenny, let's go to Pankeng to worship. We have been here for so long, and everyone says that the Pankeng Temple is the most spiritual, and we haven't been there yet to offer incense." "Alright." I don't care anyway.In Meizhou, the biggest enemy is loneliness. A day is as long as a week, and a week is only one day. Every day is sleeping, getting up, shopping, singing, supper, and going to bed again. There is nothing new. Meizhou is a very small county-level city, so small that you can take a walk from the city center to the suburbs. The change in life is just that the clothes I buy are different every time I go shopping, or the man who pays the bill for supper at night changes.But the places for shopping and supper are always only Baihuazhou and the riverside, and the only things you can do are punching and drinking. It’s even better in Guangzhou. In Guangzhou, at least you can go to the shows, experience different nightclubs or bars, and meet a few more tables.But in Meizhou, the world is only a little bit bigger than "Night Angel". The daily topic is those things in the club. Huangdi performed a mirror flower. Ms. Qin said: If she doesn't go shopping or date in Meizhou, she guarantees that she won't survive a week. Clothes are a woman's oxygen.And the man is the oxygen tube. There was a slight noise outside. Miss Qin was overjoyed: "It must be that Shelly is back. It's done!" We looked out from the side door, facing the back door of the West Kitchen, and we saw several employees booing around Ah Jian and Xiyan. The little one died!" Seeing everyone complimenting Xiyan like a star-studded moon, I felt an indescribable sulking in my heart, and the black nail polish on Miss Qin's ten fingertips suddenly seemed to be showing teeth and claws. This evening was the first time I saw Qin Jin. It's really handsome and tastes good. Men seldom look really good, they are often either too thick or too weak, and there are always some unpleasant things here and there.Unlike women, all kinds of purple and red are always spring.For men, there are only a handful of copies. The Terracotta Army is one, the Erlang God is another, Li Bai is the third, and the rest are variants. Qin Jin is like the terracotta warriors and horses, but they are far taller than the terracotta warriors and horses, and the distribution of upper and lower bodies is also well-proportioned, but the calmness and fortitude accumulated for thousands of years have not changed.That's earthy. Every stroke of his facial features has been tempered and burned with fire.There is a pleasing vicissitudes and calmness.It seems that he has gone through a hundred years of wind and frost without changing his infatuation. It's a pity that I don't like to be friends with my colleagues, otherwise I will definitely pick him up. Xiyan was obviously shocked when she saw Qin Jin. It was Miss Qin who introduced the two of them to each other. "This is Mr. Qin. It was a family five hundred years ago. Should I call you big brother? This is Shelly, my assistant and my good sister." Everyone in the world is her siblings. Qin Jin and Xi Yan shook hands.When our eyes met, I saw Xi Yan's body tremble. I'm as good with a woman's eye as I am with a man. Qin Jin fell into Xiyan's eyes.The ripples in there are heavy and heavy, and they can't be hidden. The lights suddenly went out at this moment. There were exclamations everywhere: "The power is out! The power is out!" It was such a coincidence that when I witnessed the "electric shock" of Lin Xiyan and Qin Jin, "Night Angel" had a rare power outage. Miss Qin screamed: "What should I do? What should I do? Shelly, think of a way, think of a way." "Don't worry." It was Qin Jin's voice, and his voice sounded particularly sweet and magnetic in the dark, "I didn't receive a power outage notice, it might just be a short circuit, who can tell me where the switch is?" "I'll take you there." The voice belonged to Xiyan, "Miss Qin, wait here for a while, don't walk around, be careful of getting hurt. Wenny, can you..." She hesitated, but I got it.To be honest, I really don't want to follow her assignment, but I have to admit that this is the best way, and I don't want to show my timidity in front of my new partner, so I deliberately said straightforwardly: "Go, I will greet the guests in the lobby .” Xi Yan stretched out her hand, I caught it in the dark, and at the same time grabbed Qin Jin's hand, the three of them came out like grasshoppers strung on a thread.Then Xi Yan's voice sounded in the lobby: "Everyone, don't panic, it's best to stay where you are and don't move around. Be careful not to overturn things and hurt yourself. We'll go to the electric room for repairs now, and it will be fine soon." I groped my way to the stage, trying to make my voice clear and playful: "My friends and guests, let us enjoy this brief dark caress together, let us listen to a song in the dark. Let me sing a song for everyone, okay?" it is good?" "Okay!" There was thunderous applause, and the guests encouraged loudly: "Sing, Wenny! Sing!" Urbanites who are spoiled by the bright lights rarely experience real darkness. Knowing that it is short-lived, they don't worry about it, and instead regard it as a game. Death is not a dream.