In 1992, a small village owner became the richest man in the village by owning a car.

Chapter 313 Nightclub Turmoil
"Hey, hey, Uncle, don't pull me like that! My arm is dislocated! I'll go, okay?" Yu Dawei quickly spat out the chicken neck he was eating. "Give me the key, don't open it, you've had too much to drink."

Nightclubs in the 1990s already foreshadowed the future of karaoke bars, except that nightclubs were much larger, featuring private rooms, dedicated performance halls, rest areas for watching performances, and extended bars for drinking.

Yu Dawei didn't know much about the nightclubs in the oil city. Those places were basically for the rich and powerful, and he heard that even a bottle of wine cost several hundred yuan. It was not a place that ordinary people like him could afford.

By the time he started his own company and had accumulated some savings, nightclubs had long been swept away by the tides of time, and KTVs were everywhere. So it can be said that Yu Dawei never went to a nightclub in his entire life.

Now that he has been reborn, he values ​​his family even more and has no desire to go to nightclubs.

In the end, the two drove to a place called "Mingzhu Nightclub" after the second uncle gave them an address.

Yu Dawei was stunned by the colorful neon lights in front of him as soon as he got out of the car. Not only that, there was an entire building, six floors in total, which was the place for this nightclub. At the top, there was a big sign flashing with various neon lights, with five big characters clearly and eye-catching: Mingzhu Entertainment City!

"What are you standing there for? Come on, let's go inside and get some drinks." Second Uncle got out of the SUV and sauntered inside.

Yu Dawei quickly locked the car door and glanced at the surrounding cars. He was surprised to find that his and his second uncle's car was the most shabby among the two rows of cars.

Not to mention the second-hand SUV, some parts have already developed a patina due to years of driving on construction sites.

Although in this day and age, being able to afford a car is considered a privilege, it's not that we don't know people, it's that we're afraid of comparing ourselves to others!

The lowest-priced car in the front row is a Volkswagen Passat, and the one next to my second uncle's SUV is even more impressive—an imported red Porsche 911, which must cost at least a million.

"I used to think I was quite rich in the village, but here I feel like a beggar." Yu Dawei chuckled bitterly, then turned and hurriedly followed behind his second uncle. He was genuinely afraid that he wouldn't be able to find anyone once they went inside.

"Welcome to Mingzhu." After passing the security guard at the door and opening the door, two women, each about 1.7 meters tall, dressed in brocade cheongsams, immediately came into view.

It must be said that the owner here understands marketing. It's not as revealing as what you see on TV in the past. Instead, the cheongsams are used to highlight the women's curvaceous figures.

With that height, that figure, and that alluring yet coy demeanor, she has such a masterful grasp of the nuances of man's psychology.

"That's something else." Yu Dawei suddenly realized why his second uncle had chosen this particular nightclub out of all the others in the oil city.

My gaze moved from near to far, first taking in the crowds coming and going between different areas, with tables and chairs illuminated by lights of various colors. A whiff of alcohol and some other strange fragrance followed, and cheerful dance music filled the air.

On a red stage in the far distance, three young and beautiful girls were dancing with slender waists. Compared to the simple cheongsams worn by the waitresses, the dancers on stage were dressed more daringly.

Yu Dawei felt that if the clothes these women were wearing were used as material, it would be impossible to make a decent garment.

"Come on, let's go over there." Second Uncle patted Yu Dawei's shoulder and pointed to the bar far to the right.

The bar was surrounded by people, but there were a few empty spaces. Because of the flickering lights, Yu Dawei couldn't see the exact material of the bar. He found a spot to sit down and touched it, only able to tell that it was solid wood.

Several male waiters stood behind the bar, and behind them were rows of liquor cabinets, filled with all kinds of wines.

"Two glasses of vodka, please," my second uncle waved to the waiter.

There are numbered seats at the bar for easy checkout when leaving. The round, leather, height-adjustable chairs felt a bit flimsy to Yu Dawei, and he was worried they might break.

"Never tried vodka before?" Second Uncle turned his head, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, his right hand propping up his cheek, looking like he knew this place very well.

"No." Yu Dawei looked around curiously, his eyes filled with novelty.

Actually, he lied to his second uncle. He had drunk vodka before, and it tasted light and refreshing, not bitter, not sweet, and not astringent, though it might have a slightly pungent smell.

In his past life, his eldest son gave him a bottle of imported liquor, saying it tasted good with ice, but he didn't really taste anything, though it got intoxicating very quickly.

Anyway, Yu Dawei didn't drink much, but his face and body turned completely red.

"Try it." Second Uncle handed Yu Dawei a glass of vodka with ice, then picked up the glass and took a big gulp himself.

Yu Dawei picked up his wine glass, finding it somewhat amusing that now that he had a younger body, he seemed to be able to drink much more than before.

I took a small sip, and yes, it tasted just like the one I drank in my past life.

"This stuff can be added later to turn it into a cocktail. After you finish this, I'll make you another cocktail. You're so generous." Uncle chuckled and patted Yu Dawei on the shoulder.

Yu Dawei smiled wryly. If it were just a simple matter of coming here to drink, he would be willing to keep his second uncle company.

Nowadays, nightclubs naturally offer fine liquors, such as the legendary Remy Martin, but most people prefer cocktails, tequila, and whiskey.

Each type of liquor tastes different, and Yu Dawei was familiar with all of their names, but he never had the chance to drink them. Living in the north and working as an unremarkable repairman, he usually drank things like baijiu and beer.

For a more upscale experience, perhaps you could get a sip of Moutai Feitian from some boss's place.

Of course, it also depends on whether the bosses are generous enough.

"Second Uncle, you keep drinking, I'm going to the restroom." Yu Dawei felt he couldn't stay in the restroom any longer, or he'd burst his bladder.

On the way, Yu Dawei wanted to stop to pee, but when he saw the smooth, shiny avenues in the city, he thought better of it.

"Go ahead, go ahead. I've ordered your cocktail." Uncle waved to Yu Dawei.

"Okay, save it for me." Yu Dawei had never drunk a cocktail before, so he quickly got up from his seat and went to find the restroom.

The various places and facilities on the first floor were dazzling, and Yu Dawei couldn't help but quicken his pace; he really couldn't hold back any longer.

After Yu Dawei left, the second uncle sat alone at the bar and fell into deep thought again.

Although his nephew Yu Dawei was with him, only he himself knew how much pain his scars caused him, even his own brothers might not know.

My second uncle picked up the cocktail glass with two fingers and stared blankly at the various colors inside.

Whenever the third brother saw him, he would bring his wife along, always using his marriage as a negative example.

A few days ago, she called and urged me to hurry up and get a divorce, and also told me to quickly sweep away the trash in the construction site.

According to the third brother, a rotten fish can spoil a whole pot of soup. If you keep a few useless people running rampant on the construction site just for the sake of appearances, it could cause problems for the project later!

So his real dilemma wasn't marriage, but the work he was doing, and of course, the reason was definitely related to his wife.

His brother-in-law, the people he brought, and even the lady in charge of the food in the cafeteria—aren't they all related to his wife?

Of course, there are also some troublemakers in the villages who insist on doing the work themselves.

These people are all potential dangers.

To remove or not to remove...

The music was playing in my ears, sometimes high, sometimes low, and my second uncle felt his head buzzing. He couldn't help but down the cocktail in his glass in one gulp: "Waiter, another one, please."

After finishing speaking, the second uncle looked at the cocktails on Yu Dawei's bar to the left and reached out to take them.

I'll add it to him later.

He glanced back at the crowd below the stage; under the influence of alcohol, everyone seemed to be releasing some of their pent-up frustration.

"Wait, little girl, it's not right for you to just leave after getting my clothes dirty."

"Brother, are you blind? You deliberately bumped into me, and now you're saying I bumped into you? Are you sick in the head?"

"Don't go! How dare you talk to me like that? You're just a student, you don't even know your place in the world. Who would dare talk to me like that!"

The second uncle was not far from the sound. He frowned slightly and subconsciously moved from his seat to Dawei's seat.

When you're out and about, you should try to avoid trouble as much as possible, and there's no need to get involved with shady people.

"Let go of me!" The girl next to her was being tightly gripped by the man who had just spoken, while the other two girls who were with her, perhaps because it was the first time they had encountered such a scene, were already too frightened to utter a sound and hid to the side.

"Little sister, if you don't give me an explanation today, the three of you will come with me to the private room to sing karaoke in a bit." Several of the man's henchmen, who were sitting not far behind him, all stood up and walked towards him.

The man already had two henchmen, but now four or five more have appeared, which immediately frightened the two girls next to him, turning their faces pale.

One of the girls even said to the girl who had been caught, "Linlin, why don't you apologize to the other girl?"

"Why! Are you blind too? Didn't you see he hit me?" The girl, with heavy eye makeup and a head of golden, punk-style hair, was so angry that she didn't care about anything else. She struggled wildly in the other person's hand, and finally grabbed a glass of strong liquor from the bar and slapped it all over the other person's face.

(End of this chapter)