Old Deng awakens: He starts by eliminating the yoga pants in the county town!

Lin Dawei wasn't interested in this kind of overly familiar behavior and shook his head.

"No need, I can just turn on the clock myself."

"Why!"

The older brother's face hardened. "Young man, this is where you've gone wrong by not knowing the rules."

"Are you being distant in front of your elder brother? Or do you look down on me?"

The eldest brother is very eloquent.

A few words of江湖 (jianghu, the martial arts world) rules and brotherhood were thrown out, a mix of flattery and pressure, making it impossible for Lin Dawei to refuse.

Upon seeing this, the lobby manager quickly came over to greet them.

"What type of technician would you two like today?"

The eldest brother waved his hand confidently.

"Give me a girl with big breasts, the kind who wears a bodycon skirt."

The lobby manager immediately nodded with a big smile and bowed, gesturing for the man to enter.

"Don't worry, brother, I'll arrange it right away."

The manager led the two into a luxurious double room deep in the corridor.

The interior is spacious, with two genuine leather sofa beds placed side by side, and the air conditioning is turned up very high.

As soon as he sat down, the older brother took out a pack of Zhonghua cigarettes from his bag, pulled one out, and tossed it to Lin Dawei.

"Brother, we hit it off today. My name is Liu Haibo, but the brothers all call me Brother Bo out of respect. What's your name?"

Lin Dawei took the cigarette, lit it, and took a puff.

"Lin Dawei".

"Dawei, what a great name, it sounds so powerful!" Brother Bo exhaled a smoke ring, leaned back in the sofa chair, and crossed his legs.

The two exchanged a few casual words before the door to the private room was pushed open.

The lobby manager walked in with seven or eight technicians.

The women lined up in a row, varying in height and weight, and the scent of perfume instantly filled the private room.

Bo Ge pointed with his cigarette between his fingers, his gaze sweeping over the woman without any attempt to hide it.

With just one glance, his gaze locked onto a technician in the middle.

The woman was wearing a black bodycon dress with an extremely low neckline, the fabric at the chest stretched so tight it looked like it was about to burst.

"She's the one." Brother Bo patted the empty seat next to him.

The masseuse in the bodycon skirt giggled, swayed her hips as she walked over, and sat down right next to Brother Bo.

The remaining women all turned their gazes toward Lin Dawei.

Lin Dawei looked at it again and again, his gaze sweeping from left to right.

He was waiting for the voice in his head.

Unfortunately, the system remained completely unresponsive.

When Bo saw that Lin Dawei was hesitant to nod, he assumed that Lin was a novice and was not ready to act.

He casually grabbed the bodycon skirt next to him and began to impart his experience in the manner of someone who had been there before.

"Brother Dawei, you can't just look at a technician's face when choosing one."

"It depends on whether the headlights are bright enough and whether the chassis is stable enough."

"The one I picked looks like it has strong practical combat ability. Don't get overwhelmed by the choices, just pick one at random and relax for now."

Lin Dawei smoked his cigarette but remained silent.

Bo laughed it off, assuming he was just being reserved in front of strangers.

He turned and waved to the lobby manager.

"Manager, my brother here is honest. Could you introduce his special skills to him one by one so he has a general idea of ​​what he's capable of?"

The manager, being tactful, immediately stepped forward and began registering numbers from left to right in the queue.

"This is Xiao Hong, her technique is gentle."

"This is Lily, she's incredibly passionate."

Lin Dawei didn't even nod after saying five or six times.

The manager wasn't in a hurry and walked over to the woman on the far side.

The woman was very tall with long legs.

She was wearing a short white T-shirt and plain white yoga pants without any patterns.

The fabric tightly hugged the curves of her legs, and the waistline was cinched very narrow.

The manager deliberately raised his voice, his smile widening.

"Boss Lin, this is Xiaoya. Don't be fooled by her standing on the side; she's a rare asset to our store."

"She just came back from a big city in the south. She's very knowledgeable, and her skills are absolutely amazing."

"Xiaoya doesn't come often, she only comes occasionally for a part-time job. It's just a coincidence that you happened to be here today, I highly recommend you choose her."

Upon hearing this, Lin Dawei's eyes narrowed slightly.

Returning from a major southern city?

What a coincidence today!

Lin Dawei stared at the woman's legs, which were tightly wrapped in white yoga pants.

"Okay, I'll choose her."

As Lin Dawei nodded, the manager closed the door and left, and the extra women also withdrew.

The sound of rushing water filled the air.

Xiaoya carried the wooden basin to Lin Dawei and squatted down.

The white yoga pants stretched taut across the knees and thighs as the person squatted down.

Bo Ge on the next bed was already comfortably half-lying down, while the masseuse in the bodycon skirt was skillfully massaging his legs.

"Brother Dawei, where do you usually make your fortune?"

Bo exhaled a puff of smoke and chimed in.

Lin Dawei soaked his feet in hot water, which was very hot.

"There's no way to get rich, I just drive a big truck and earn a meager living from manual labor."

He casually passed the conversation back.

"Unlike Brother Bo, who lives such a carefree life, treating this Red Romance Park like his own home, getting massages every day."

Bo Ge listened with great pleasure, his chubby face squeezing into a ball with a smile.

"It's all just a waste of time!"

"However, in this county town, only a few of us old regulars come here often."

He casually stubbed out his cigarette and sighed.

"To be honest, my brother, I run a construction team. We used to work on real estate development projects."

"The market has been terrible these past few years; millions of dollars are tied up and we can't get them back!"

"Those developers are avoiding me now. If it weren't for the fact that they can't get their money back and their funds are tied up, I wouldn't have gone to apply for that stupid online loan to tide me over. The loan amount is so low, it's not even enough to fill a tooth gap."

Although Brother Bo was complaining, his tone somehow revealed a sense of superiority, as if he had once been rich and powerful.

He casually pinched the technician's thigh with one hand.

"Back when business was good, your brother and I went south to do business, and we had all sorts of tricks up our sleeves."

"Unlike these places in our county town, they're so plain."

Lin Dawei didn't say much, but nodded occasionally.

Xiao Ya, who was massaging his feet, kept her head down, and her technique was more steady than that of the average masseuse.

Press your thumb against the acupoint on the sole of your foot, the pressure is very penetrating.

She didn't say a word the whole time, just quietly did her work.

Occasionally, when I look up to change the water, my gaze will sweep over Lin Dawei's worn-out work clothes.

His gaze was indifferent, but Lin Dawei, having spent half his life in the underworld, was all too familiar with that look.

More than an hour passed quickly.

The clock next to me beeped twice.

Bo Ge was clearly still not satisfied, so he grabbed the wrist of the masseuse in the bodycon skirt and touched it with his fingers.

"Hey sis, are you free tonight after work? Want to grab a late-night snack with me?"

The masseuse in the bodycon skirt chuckled and deftly pulled her wrist away.

"If Brother Bo is treating, then I'll definitely be free."

"However, going out for late-night snacks counts as takeout, and I have to report it to the restaurant. It's 600 yuan. Do you want it or not?"

Brother Bo waved his hand without even stammering.

"Six hundred is nothing, I'll go swipe my card at the front desk right now!"

"Change your clothes and come downstairs in a bit, I'll be waiting for you at the door."

The masseuse in the bodycon skirt burst into laughter, nodding repeatedly.

Bo turned his head and looked at Lin Dawei, who was sitting on the other bed.

"Hey bro, don't just lie there."

He gestured with his chin toward Xiaoya.

"Let him change his clothes too, you technician. Let's all go out and have a get-together, the four of us. It's on me today!"

Upon hearing this, Xiaoya paused in her action of holding the towel.

She looked up at Lin Dawei.

The man in the next bed could only smile obsequiously and agree when he overheard about the multi-million dollar project payment.

In addition, there was that old man's shirt with a slightly torn collar.

Xiaoya already had a clear understanding of the situation.

The driver, a poor man, would absolutely not be willing to pay the 600 yuan street fare.

Lin Dawei pulled his feet out of the towel and put on his old shoes.

He picked up the cigarette pack that was next to him and put it in his pocket.

"I'm not going out to have fun with Brother Bo."

"There's another shipment to run at the station tonight, we can't afford to be late."

Lin Dawei smiled at Brother Bo.

"Take your time, brother. Have a great evening."

Upon hearing this, Xiaoya stood up with the basin of water in her hand.

She secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

A hint of undisguised contempt flashed in his eyes; he really was a penniless wretch who couldn't afford a penny.

When it was time to pay, Brother Bo generously scanned the QR code in the lobby and paid for the hourly fee and street service fee of the bodycon skirt technician.

Lin Dawei broke up with him at the door.

The night breeze felt sultry.

Lin Dawei watched as Brother Bo led the woman into a somewhat old, secondhand Land Rover.

The Land Rover started up, the exhaust pipe emitted a muffled roar, and it drove off with a puff of black smoke.

Lin Dawei lit a Hongtashan cigarette and walked to the other side.

He got into his old light truck and drove out of the bustling Red Romantic Street.

The streetlights cast a dim yellow glow at night, and the neon lights outside the car window were gradually replaced by the desolation of the suburbs.

When I returned to the old neighborhood where I was renting, it was completely dark.

The motion-activated lights in the hallway flickered on and off, and the walls were yellowed.

Lin Dawei climbed the cement steps upstairs, took out his keys, and walked to his own front door.

Just as he bent down to open the door, a woman's voice suddenly came from behind the door next door.

"Brother Lin, you're back?"

Lin Dawei stopped what he was doing, slowly turned his head, and looked at the next room.

"I...I need your help with something."