After packing up the bamboo pole, he not only failed to get the money back, but instead paid 500 yuan.

After strolling in Wancheng for a long time in the afternoon, Mr. Hong went to Zhou Ji again to find Zhou Shuxian.

When the mute and I returned to the hotel, it was already past nine o'clock in the evening.

At this time, under the bright lights and wine of Guancheng, all kinds of men and women began to make their debut.

We just arrived at the hotel entrance and hadn't waited to enter.

I saw an old man riding a pedal motorcycle parked his car there in the parking lot under the steps.

The old man looked about sixty years old, wearing a white vest and big gray shorts.

The slippers on my feet look like they are about to be glued.

Such a sloppy dress made the mute a little curious, so I explained to the mute casually:

"Don't underestimate such a person. Maybe he can just take out the keys of a building..."

"This, this, so awesome?"

The mute was a little surprised.

While we were talking, we entered the hotel.

Because it was okay to go back to the room, the mute and I smoked and sat in the lounge area in the lobby.

Just as I was sitting, the door of the lobby was pushed open heavily.

When I turned around, I saw that the old man pushed the door open and entered just now.

Before the welcome girl could speak, the old man walked to the rest area with three steps and sat next to me on the sofa.

As soon as I sat down, I smelled a bad smell of wine on him.

The old man didn't care about me next to me and bent one leg on the sofa.

He rubbed the texture on his feet with one hand, and looked back at me with some dissatisfaction and said:

"Let's lean on the side, you squeezed into me..."

It was clearly me who sat here first, but this old guy actually disliked me for squeezing him.

Seeing the old man so arrogant, the mute immediately stood up, looking as if he was about to take action at any time.

I hurriedly stopped the mute and sat on the other side of the sofa.

I was thinking about how an old man of such an old age would come to such a happy scene.

I saw the hotel manager and a few mothers walking out.

Swallow walked in front and immediately asked with a flattering smile when he saw the old man:

"Uncle, I haven't seen you for a long time. People miss you..."

The old man still lowered his head and rubbed the gap in his toes. There was already a layer of black mud rolls on the sofa.

"Of course I haven't come for a long time. You need a lot of money. How much garbage should I pick up to get it once? Don't be too verbally speaking, call out all the beautiful girls from last time..."

I couldn't hear the old man's words.

He is really a talented person. In Kanto's words, he is called picking up trash and going to a bar. He should save money and flowers.

While talking, a few mothers came out with a group of little girls.

You know, no one has ever chosen a little girl in the hall, and this old man is the first to be the one.

Of course, in places like Wancheng, as long as you have money, this is not a big deal.

This is a group of tall girls.

What surprised me most was that these girls were wearing green uniforms and green hats.

There is also a waist sign hanging around everyone's waist.

The numbers marked on the signs range from 200 to 800.

I began to think that this number was just their license plate.

But after looking at my appearance, I found that this is not a license plate, but a marked price.

When he saw these girls, the old man who was rubbing his feet, he immediately felt energetic and asked directly:

"I taught you last time, will it be?"

These girls looked at each other and laughed, and no one answered.

"stand at attention!"

The old man suddenly shouted. As soon as he finished speaking, he saw these girls immediately tense up and stand straight.

The old man then stood up, stood in front of everyone, and said in a serious tone:

"Hare your chest and look ahead!"

The majestic tone allowed these girls to quickly enter the role.

They no longer smile at each other, but follow the old man's instructions.

The old man put his hands apart and made a commanding move.

I was curious about what he was doing, and the old man suddenly sang loudly:

"Unity is strength. Prepare, sing!"

Although this old man is not young, his voice is loud and imposing.

These girls obviously practiced it, and with the old man's order, they started singing along.

What incredible to me most was that the old man's conductor actually sent a small choir composed of seven or eight girls to divide it into three parts.

In the hall at this time, an old man in a sloppy dress was directing girls in green uniforms and singing songs from the last century.

This situation will never happen in Kanto.

But here, everyone seems to be accustomed to it.

From the waiter to the manager, everyone just looked at him with a smile and no one spoke.

I sang three songs in total, and the old man was so happy.

He pointed at one of the girls and said:

"You're the one today!"

When the girl heard this, she immediately ran over happily.

I guess that accompanying an old man of such an old age can make him so happy.

The only possibility is that the old man must have given a lot of tips.

A girl next to her was obviously unhappy, pouted and pretended to be wronged:

"Uncle, didn't you say who sings better, who do you call me? She was out of tune..."

The old man looked at the girl with a serious face and said:

"She is out of tune, but she has big breasts!"

The old man said something, and the mute beside me laughed "puff".

Turning to look at me, he asked:

"Xiao, Xiao Liu, Liu Master. Men, do they all like breasts and have big breasts?"

I was speechless immediately. He obviously should have asked Mr. Hong.
Chapter completed!