I tried to calm myself down first. I had already entered the phone call yesterday, which made me feel scared. Today, I went to the phone call again because of this incident. I guess my body could go directly into the coffin.

"I'm not a commercial spy, and I'm not here to find fault on purpose. I'm here to enjoy it. OK, let's go to the private room next, is it OK?" I said in a second best way:

"You kid...ah...who is it..." Suddenly someone was using the radio and said to me:

This familiar voice reminded me of something again, very familiar. Since I walked into this "hotel", I felt that the waiter who was entertaining me looked familiar. Now the sound of coughing in my speech also made me feel that

Very familiar.

I don't think I can't wait and see if I'm going to show my identity as soon as possible. Maybe I can't remember the other person for a while, but the other person may think of me? So I shouted to the voice: "I'm Jiang Kai, Jiang

Kai! Do you know me? From China!" Many people around seemed to care about what I said. Then they cared about the waiter who could speak Chinese and monitored me in the dark, and talked to me on the radio.

The male voice who coughed, the Chinese waiter saw me identifying me, but did not seem to recognize me, but muttered: "Who is Jiang Kai? Is it very famous?" The cough on the radio

The male voice coughed again and said, "Cough cough... the person who dares to report himself... should... cough cough... it's not a spy...

.” Then there was another Vietnamese with a cough. I didn’t understand a word anyway, but after the coughing man finished speaking the Vietnamese, except for the Chinese waiter who stayed there, the rest of the people scattered in a hurry

It's right.

"Are you here to play or have a purpose?" said the Chinese waiter at that time:

I was afraid that if I were there to explain myself, maybe someone would really beat you up. I could only learn my lesson and say, "I'm here to play, I just surrounded me so much.

The people suddenly dispersed. Did the person on the radio recognize me?" I was still having unrealistic ideas at this time.

"What? The person on the radio is the godfather of our sisters, the boss of this scene, and the Chinese. When you saw you tell your home, you said you should be a regular customer, and you don't seem to be here to make trouble, so you persuaded to leave.

The rest of the sisters said, "The waiter who could speak Chinese:

"Am I like a regular customer?" I thought to myself, but it's all here. Then I'll go to the private room first and talk about it. I'm always uncomfortable being watched by someone in the dark. So I said to the waiter who spoke Chinese at that time: "

Your godfather is monitoring us, and he can see it in that private room?"

"What are you saying? If something like you said happens on this street, we will have to stop the food long ago. Don't worry. What you come to our store to consume is definitely safe and reliable." After that.

At that time, the Chinese waiter hurriedly pulled me up. Walked into a long and dim passage, and on one side of the passage, I pushed open a private room, and saw that the private room was also extremely dim, with a TV, one of which could be lying down.

Wearing the resting double sofa bed, the Chinese waiter pushed me into the private room. Then he closed the door and turned on the TV.

"Do you want Japanese or European or American?" The Chinese waiter asked me with the TV remote control:

This question is very professional, basically male compatriots can understand it, female compatriots will be confused. I think I have come here. Then don’t seem “out of place”, so I said, “Then choose to be more dynamic and quiet.”

A little Japanese!" The waiter who knew Chinese "smile" and turned the TV remote control to a channel. The sound of "Yaqidian" suddenly appeared on the TV screen.

"Boss Jiang, you have only ordered two dishes. Is it enough?" At that time, the Chinese waiter suddenly leaned towards me lying on the sofa ambiguously. I quickly stopped and asked, "I just ordered two.

Is food related to this service?" (Editor's note: In Vietnam, the yellow industry is relatively developed. Although the Vietnamese police have been proposing a crackdown, in a society where there are more women and fewer men, many women who engage in the yellow industry are.

, It's been banned repeatedly. The Huangye in Vietnam is somewhat different from the Huangye in other countries. The most important thing is the store setting. I still can't understand why the stores in Vietnam who like to dress up as restaurants?

The service content is priced based on dishes.)

"Oh, I'm a regular customer, I still have to pretend to be so simple! Come on, let's get this appetizer first." At that time, the waiter in Chinese started taking off his clothes. It was so difficult for me. On the TV, it was on the TV.

In passion, my life is being staged on the other hand. I can guarantee that if I am healthy and intact, I will definitely "fight" like a hungry wolf. But now, my physical condition really does not allow me.

, In order to be able to talk to the waiter who looks familiar but can't remember who can speak Chinese, I first took out a hundred dollars and gave it to the waiter who can speak Chinese, and said, "This

Is it enough for those two dishes?" At that time, the Chinese waiter excitedly "snatched" the US dollar in my hand and said, "Enough, enough, I promise to make you happy today!"

"No, no, no, I don't want to get excited, I just want to talk to you!" I quickly stopped the intimate behavior of the Chinese-speaking waiter. The Chinese-speaking waiter was shocked and quickly put on his clothes and asked me vigilantly.

He said: "Are you an undercover policeman?"

I quickly denied it: "No, no, no, I am from China, not an undercover policeman."

"Then are you a reporter?" the waiter asked me suspiciously:

"I'm not a reporter, but my body really can't do that kind of thing today." After saying that, I took off my coat and exposed my upper body to the waiter. The waiter looked at me with bruises, no

The answer asked me, "Then why don't you come to us for this? I'll give you US dollars?"

"By chance! I didn't mean to come. The people outside the door had to drag me in, but what's strange is that I seemed to have seen you somewhere, and the sound of your godfather just said on the radio.

I also feel very familiar with it." I explained:

"How is it possible? As you mean, I, my godfather, you have seen all three of you, so you can't remember it alone, and the other two can't remember it either? Brother, I won't take you to get close to you like this.

"The waiter said half-seriously and half-ambiguously:

"No, no, no, what I just said was the truth. You really don't have to 'eat food' for me, just chat!" I quickly explained:

Seeing that I wasn't joking, the waiter immediately put away his smile and said with a stern face: "For us, chat is the price of chat, 'eating food' is the price of 'eating food', 100 you just gave me just to 100

US dollars, if you don’t 'eat food', then even if you give up, if you want to chat with me, you have to give at least... fifty US dollars!"

The woman in Fengchen is more materialistic, which is understandable, but what I worry most is that she is a bottomless pit. After giving her fifty dollars, she said that the chat ended or added money after a few words. Then the chat has no meaning.

So I took the initiative to say, "In this way, I will give you one hundred dollars. If I ask you questions, you have to answer seriously. If your answer satisfies me in the end, I will add you twenty dollars. What about it?"

When the waiter heard such generous treatment, he was of course happy and said, "Okay... I will answer truthfully no matter how you ask." After that, he stretched out his palm and asked me for money.

,I took out another one hundred dollars. Just as I was about to hand it to her, I suddenly thought of a question and quickly collected the US dollars and asked, "How long can I ask you?"

The waiter rolled his eyes sly, thought for a while and said, "Will you not be ten minutes?"

"Ten minutes? Nonsense, I'll forget about this matter. I'll give you the 100 dollar bill to be lost!" After saying that, I made a move to leave. When the waiter saw that the cooked duck was about to fly, he quickly pulled me and said,

: "Brother, what's wrong with you? I'm just kidding you, so how long do you say?"

I also thought about it and asked her not many questions. The key is to see how she answered. My main purpose is to remember where this girl and the voice on the radio just now have encountered it. In Vietnam, every clue

, Perhaps it can finally play a role in determining the universe. "Then tell me, how long does it take to eat two dishes?" I asked:

"This...is usually 60 minutes!" said the waiter:

"Or the limit is 60 minutes. I asked you the question, is it okay to be less than or equal to 60 minutes?" I asked:

"Okay!" A charming waiter put his face on my shoulder and said, "I listen to my brother..." Before he could finish his words, a "slim jade hand" reached towards me again.

To be honest, if I see such a snobbish girl on weekdays, I wouldn’t be willing to pay me two hundred dollars. I was full of money and my mouth was material things. Talking about spiritual realm with such a person?

It's equivalent to a fairy tale!

I reluctantly took out another one hundred dollars, handed it to the waiter and asked, "Where did you learn Chinese? You said it well!"

"Oh! Brother, you can't even hear that I'm Chinese in my mouth full of Chinese?" The waiter rushed over the hundred dollars, but on the other hand, he disdained my ears and thought I had hearing.

question!

"Ah! So it seems that you are Chinese?" I asked a little surprised:

The waiter answered, "Yes, a standard Chinese!"

"The Chinese came to Vietnam to do this job? Could it be that they were threatened by local snakes?" I asked with concern:

"No! It's not as complicated as you think, I'm completely voluntary!" said the waiter: (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!