Chapter 182 Drug dealer

The dance hall in the hotel is quite large, and two hundred people can accommodate them, not to mention that Tong Xiaoyun's classmates and friends only came in fifty or sixty, so some people hugged each other and danced together, and some people chatted in the dark seats.

I don’t know what purpose it is, but the seats in the dance hall are separated by translucent frosted glass. When you sit inside, you can just see the center stage outside that is much higher than the ground, but you won’t see other people sitting elsewhere, and they are very private.

Due to the lighting problems on the stage, although they are condescending, they cannot see clearly the situation below.

Fan Wubing and Tong Xiaoyun sat together, looking at the scene on the stage while looking around, and found that there were shadows everywhere, but they didn't know what people were doing inside, and the rumbling music also covered up the various sounds that might be made.

"Hey, what do you think they are doing?" Fan Wubing asked casually without saying anything.

Tong Xiaoyun drank drinks and ate melon seeds, glanced at the side boredly, and replied without any angrily, "What else can I do? Take the time to make up for what I didn't have time to do when I was in school?"

When I was in junior high school, I was stupid and the teacher was strict. Only a little bit of a bud was strangled by Master Miejue in the cradle. After going to high school, it was a key high school. I had tense homework and didn’t have much time to talk about love. Therefore, everyone’s minds were buried. Now they have been mixed into college or society, and they have more knowledge. They can do anything and cannot do anything, and they are sure of themselves. Therefore, it is the belief of many people to seize the time and enjoy it in time.

"Haha, this place can't do anything." Fan Wubing heard Tong Xiaoyun say this and suddenly felt a little coke, and said to her with a smile.

"What I can't do here, I can continue to do when I get back to the room later." Tong Xiaoyun replied.

After a while, organizers came over and called everyone to go over and dance. When the headlights changed, demons danced in the hall. The colorful lights that rotated like a lantern dragged people's shadows into shape, like little monsters.

Tong Xiaoyun was also twisting on the stage, her long hair was flying around. Fan Wubing stood beside her and walked back and forth. As the lights were bright and dark, she was changing positions as if teleported, and it looked very strange.

I don’t know who pulled up a solid wood chair and jumped around the chair to make various difficult moves, which immediately attracted a lot of cheers. When Tong Xiaoyun saw the man, she suddenly had a bad look on her face, so she pulled Fan Wubing over and said, “Hey, can you do me a favor and suppress the limelight of the guy dancing on the chair?”

It was too noisy inside. Fan Wubing heard Tong Xiaoyun shouting twice before she understood what she wanted to do. So she nodded, pulled over a solid wood chair, grabbed the back of the chair and started to stand upside down. The variety was so many, which was jaw-dropping.

Fan Wubing later played a street dance, of course, there were many more movements than the current children, and it was more enjoyable. After playing this, it immediately attracted a burst of exclamations, and everyone was watching.

After dancing for a while, the style of the music suddenly changed, with a bit of violent tendency, dull metal impact and glass shattering sounds one after another, and some guns and cannons mixed in. After hearing this music, Fan Wubing immediately changed his movements just now and began to toss the chair. He first chopped it down with one palm, split the chair in half, and then held the chair with both hands and split it outward, breaking the chair. In no time, a hard solid wood chair turned into a pile of broken wood, thrown everywhere, and the ground was messy.

The music was over and when the lights were on, everyone looked at Fan Wubing in amazement. It was hard to imagine that he tore a solid wood chair with empty hands. Is this still a human being?

Someone went to see the broken wood on the ground. It was indeed real solid wood, with hard and hard wood.

"Wow, Xiaoyun!" A female classmate said in the ear of Tong Xiaoyun, who was also a little surprised, "Your boyfriend is so handsome! Have you learned Kung Fu?"

Tong Xiaoyun looked at Fan Wubing, then looked at the female classmate who was obviously a illegitimate girl, and snorted, "What handsome is that? That's cool! c-o-o-l, cool! Also, what kind of kung fu are you asking about? Does bed kung fu count?"

"Damn!" the girl screamed in surprise, "You haven't seen each other for two years, are you vulgar?!"

After Fan Wubing came back, he took two beer and asked Tong Xiaoyun, "How is it? Is the effect okay?"

Tong Xiaoyun thought to herself that the effect was not OK, but it was too shocking. It was probably going to be circulated among her classmates for at least a while, saying that Tong Xiaoyun's boyfriend was a violent maniac, who tore a solid wooden chair with bare hands, and a girl who didn't have any heavy tastes would probably not be able to deal with it.

"You can't be a little low-key? It's best if you just dance in front of you. Why do you have to take off the chair with one hand, which scares everyone!" Tong Xiaoyun said with some complaint.

The dance hall changed into a relatively soothing song, which sounded a bit sleepy. Everyone moved for a while and lazily retracted into their seats. After a while, the door outside was pushed open a crack, and then a young man came in and harassed the people in the seat one by one. From time to time, he took out a pack of things from his arms and handed them to the people in the seats, and then exchanged them for money. Then he smiled and looked for the next target.

"What did that person do?" Tong Xiaoyun asked inexplicably when she saw the young man.

Although Fan Wubing didn't know what the man did, he had heard that these places always had special services. Of course, this kind of dance hall could not be pimps. Judging from that, it should be selling ecstasy or marijuana white flour, so he said, "It's probably a drug dealer."

Drug use is always a long time to stop, especially for those nouveau riche who have a little money, they are even more happy to try all kinds of new things. In addition to playing with cars and women, playing with drugs is naturally inevitable. However, the magic of this thing is too great. Generally speaking, it is impossible to quit if it is touched. In the end, there are many people who are in the bankruptcy. Of course, some people become drug dealers after becoming addicted to drugs, and support themselves in taking drugs through the income from drug trafficking, thus forming a complete industrial chain.

While he was talking, the young man came over and came over and asked, "Brother, are you skating?"

Tong Xiaoyun was about to refuse, but Fan Wubing stopped her and took out three hundred yuan and handed it to the young man. Then she took a small bag of white noodles from his hand, leaned over to her nose and smelled it, then nodded.

The young man started a business and turned around and went to find the next target.

"Why are you still buying his stuff? The drug is something that both buyers and sellers will be investigated!" Tong Xiaoyun of course knows the harm of drugs. Every year, the campus always holds anti-drug propaganda, which is full of pictures and texts, and is very detailed. Especially when seeing the promotional materials of addicts who suffer from various incurable diseases and are incurable, Tong Xiaoyun feels chill all over.

Therefore, Fan Wubing bought the drugs in the hands of the young man, and she felt a little uneasy. Could it be that he did this too?

"Just spend some money to avoid trouble." Fan Wubing said to Tong Xiaoyun.

Drugs are difficult to be elegant and cannot be said in public, but since this person has already made the business in the hotel, it means that the hotel knows it, at least it has acquiesced, and it is hard to say that there is no joint relationship between them.

In fact, in most hotels and entertainment venues, you can find drug traffickers. First of all, there are many migrant people here. Once something happens, the organizer can return it cleanly. It’s not that we don’t do our best, but that the staff is too complicated and unable to meet the needs of our efforts.

The police can also use the same reason to deal with the public. There are many migrant populations, poor surveillance and insufficient police force. They also emphasize that this is a social problem and cannot be solved simply by the police.

In fact, it is basically impossible to sell drugs semi-publicly without a protective umbrella.

In such places, Fan Wubing doesn't want to make himself look too alternative. If something happens, the government will be very easy to deal with, and the police will be very easy to deal with. Underground criminal forces are the most troublesome things. Unless you are a super tycoon who can both play both black and white, it is better to be low-key.

What's more, there is also Tong Xiaoyun next to Fan Wubing. After all, he is a family friend and has a special relationship, so he can't ignore it.

But things are often weird. When you want to be low-key, you can't keep it low.
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