Writer Bai, who came to fully extol Q City's great achievements, has almost finished his work in half a month. Asking Ah Xin to "organize information" is of course a drunkard's intention. Now he is using the company to entertain guests to deepen his relationship.
At this moment, he was walking into Liyuan, the city's top hotel, with Qin, deputy director of the Propaganda Department of Q City. In order to get in the mood to pick up girls, the two of them were eloquently commenting on beauties.
These two are old friends, and the reportage that Writer Bai wants to write is the result of Deputy Director Qin's strings - 10,000-word official articles, 60,000 yuan! Such a good thing will happen, of course, because Qin has a strong relationship and his joint brother-in-law
He is the director of the tax bureau. He is a good matchmaker, and the Propaganda Department is too strict with Qingshui Yamen, so he has no choice but to use this method to generate income. Although the money is small, he can get it safely - royalties! No matter how strict the disciplinary inspection department is, they can't find him.
Writer Bai lived in Liyuan, and there was still a while before the dinner. The two of them took the elevator to the guest room. The hotel boy saw that they were very interesting, so he was extra attentive to lead the way.
Entering the room, BOY asked in a low voice: "Do you want a lady?"
Writer Bai pretended not to understand: "Miss?"
BOY smiled flatteringly: "Hey, there are all kinds of ladies."
Deputy Director Qin said in a long voice: "Really? Ask a young and beautiful person to come and take a look."
BOY slipped out like a cat. Deputy Director Qin emphasized at his back: "I want a young and beautiful one!"
Writer Bai glanced at Deputy Director Qin in surprise. In any case, he was sent by the superior department. Deputy Director Qin actually visited prostitutes so openly in front of him, which really surprised him.
He crossed his legs and said with a faint smile: "You guys are really bold here, aren't you afraid of something happening?"
"Have fun." Deputy Director Qin laughed: "Who would really touch a woman like this? Get your tape recorder."
Writer Bai was carrying an imported pen-type video recorder and he hurriedly took it out of his pocket.
Deputy Director Qin grabbed the VCR and hid it behind the TV.
After a while, they heard a knock on the door, and they both shouted at the same time: "Come in."
Then a woman rushed in and locked the door behind her back.
This woman wore a dress with a low open collar. It should be said that she had a decent figure, but her face was disappointing. Although she applied thick makeup, she still couldn't hide the wrinkles around her eyes and sagging skin.
Deputy Director Qin pointed to the sofa enthusiastically: "Sit, you sit."
The woman did not listen to his greeting and coquettishly lifted up her short skirt. She wore a completely transparent panty underneath. She approached them with a coquettish smile and asked in a disgusted voice: "What kind of service do you want, sir?"
"I told you to sit down!" Writer Bai was disgusted. He pushed hard and the woman fell down on the sofa.
"That's right." Deputy Director Qin tapped the floor with his feet: "What is your name?"
"Axiang. But you can call me whatever you want, sir."
Deputy Director Qin nodded and said, "Is it the scent of perfume? The perfume you use is not very good, it smells too bad." Then he grinned and asked, "Axiang, how old are you? We want a young lady, you are obviously
Aren’t you a young lady? Are you still doing this at such an old age?”
"I think you have chosen the wrong career." Writer Bai became excited and narrowed his eyes: "What we want is a beautiful girl. Does your face pass the test? How did you get into this line of work?"
The woman wrung her hands together and said nothing.
Deputy Director Qin walked over, put on a kind look, reached out and patted her on the head: "Don't be sad, it's so pitiful. Where are you from?"
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PS: This chapter and the next chapter are faithful records. They were said by an official at the dinner table. I wonder how you felt after listening to them?