In a luxuriously decorated room, with the deafening DJ playing, a group of fat old women with heavy makeup were having fun with a group of young teenagers.
Lu Zhao, who was wearing bell-bottom trousers and two light sticks hanging from his head, was also doing his best to perform.
An excited old woman pulled him over and touched him randomly, and she also nibbled and kissed him with her mouth that had severe bad breath.
Lu Zhao had long been used to this kind of thing. He responded in a sweet manner, with "shyness" in the corner of his eyes and the tip of his eyebrows.
Although these women are difficult to take care of, they give them a lot of money. Now he can get at least five figures in tips in one night.
"Sister Hu, please drink a little longer! You don't want to see people dancing!"
"Haha, I'm afraid you'll run out of strength and you won't be able to use it for a while."
"Sister Hu, do you still have doubts about my ability?"
Lu Zhao deliberately whetted this woman's appetite, and now she must be feeling itchy.
"I know your abilities, so I ordered you. Let's go back to the private room with my sister."
"Okay! Sister Hu." Lu Zhao secretly rejoiced. This Sister Hu was very generous every time she made a move.
"Xiao Zhaozhao, you have to behave well for me tonight. If you serve me well, this will be yours." Sister Hu shook the jade bracelet on her fat wrist.
"Sister Hu, I will accompany you no matter what you want..." Lu Zhao's eyes were shining, and he felt that his adrenaline hormones were constantly soaring.
When he and Sister Hu came to the private room upstairs, as soon as they opened the door, they saw seven or eight sturdy men with flowery arms standing inside.
He was so frightened that his legs were almost weak. Just when he was about to run, a man's fist had already hit his face.
His head was dizzy, and he immediately felt his nose and mouth being hot, and he knew he had been beaten and bleeding. Immediately afterwards, he was pulled into the house by his hair.
A group of people went up to grab their feet and started kicking them wildly. Lu Zhao, who was unconscious, felt like he was going to die. His whole body was in pain, but Sister Hu looked at it with a smile...
At the same time, Wan Song was surrounded by a group of people in an alley.
The few younger brothers he had with him had already been knocked to the ground.
Ten strong men holding various "tools" surrounded him, poking and stabbing him randomly. Wansong collapsed on the wet ground, and cotton-like blood foam sprayed out from his nose and mouth.
"Who are you? Do you know the consequences of doing this?"
Wan Song tried his best to make these people have some scruples and let him go.
"Of course we know the consequences, we are fighting each other as a club!"
"Social fights?"
"Of course, Wan Song, do you think we don't know what you do?"
Wan Song smiled miserably, grabbed a trash can next to him with his hands, and stared at the group of people with fierce eyes: "Let me understand."
"If you touch Third Sister's people, you must die." A young man with glasses and a handsome face said while holding Wan Song's hair and smiling.
The eyes behind those glasses were fierce and cruel, like a lone wolf in the wilderness.
"Is it Lan Yening? How could she hook up with Third Sister?"
"Go to the King of Hell and ask about this!"
The young man suddenly swung the steel pipe and hit Wan Song on the head.
This broker who was somewhat famous in Shenghai died just like that, his limbs shrunk into a ball, like discarded garbage.
This night is destined to be difficult for many people.
Ye Yu, who took the train all day and night, rushed back to the center in the morning.
Just after she got off the car, before she could stand still, a group of people who came out of nowhere suddenly surrounded her.
"royal!"
"murderer!"
"Ye Yuwei, why didn't you die in a car accident? Shave your head and kneel down to apologize to Yu Qingjia."
"Shameless 'Dang Ye', is the old man you have a private relationship with happy?"
Ye Yuwei, who had never seen this scene before, was confused and stood there with a confused mind at a loss.
The assistant who was with her was a little more experienced, and he opened his arms to protect the former: "Everyone, calm down, calm down, this is a public place..."
boom!
"Hey! Don't do it, please..." A mineral water bottle was smashed on the assistant's head.
Before she could protect Ye Yuwei and escape, more bottles smashed at her.
Just when Ye Yuwei was in a panic, a young girl broke through the crowd and squeezed forward.
Wow!
He splashed Ye Yuwei's head all over with ink from a cup with a lid.
At this time, the security guards of the center also rushed out. They left the fans who were almost out of control, and then lifted Ye Yuwei up and fled back to the building.
Her stinking hair was wet and stuck to her face, and her eyes were completely dark as she was distracted.
Now Ye Yuwei is in a state of panic, and the words of those cult fans are recurring in her mind.
Suddenly, she was horrified to find that there were many people around her.
Everyone pointed at her, laughed, mocked her, and attacked her with the most vicious words.
"It was her! It was she who caused Yu Qingjia to swallow the medicine."
"If you dare to come out like this, why don't you die immediately?"
"Haha! Look at her, she's so disgusting, like trash."
"The sky is watching what you do. You sell everything for resources. It's dark from the inside out."
"..."
"Ah! No, no, I'm not, I didn't, go away! Go away!"
Ye Yuwei covered her ears and tried desperately to escape, but those noisy and sarcastic voices were like the souls of injustice calling for their lives, echoing repeatedly and clearly.
"Little Ye Zi, Little Ye Zi..." The staff grabbed her shoulders and kept shaking her.
When Ye Yuwei woke up again, she found that the surrounding environment had changed.
"Yu Wei, you, are you okay?"
"Jiaqi, why are you here? Where am I?"
"...Yu Wei, don't scare me, this is a hospital."
Ye Yuwei looked at Li Jiaqi, who was already crying, and various memories came flooding back to her.
"Jiaqi, why? Why do they treat me like this? What did I do wrong?"
Ye Yuwei's black eyes were full of despair, her little face was as pale as paper, and her voice was dry and hoarse.
"You did nothing wrong, we were just pursuing our dreams." Li Jiaqi held Ye Yuwei's hand tightly.
"Dream?" Ye Yuwei smiled sadly.
"Yu Wei, don't think about anything else. You have to take good care of yourself now."
"I'm not sick, it's those people who are sick. I want to go back."
"Go back? What are you going back for?"
Li Jiaqi felt that her friend must have had a mental problem, and she felt anxious and painful.
"I have to go back to the practice room. We have a performance tonight and I can't admit defeat."
"Yu Wei, the company has suspended your performance."
"What?"
Ye Yuwei felt so nervous that she almost fainted.
"Mr. Shen told you to have a good rest, leave everything else alone, and don't show up recently." Li Jiaqi hurriedly added. She could see that Ye Yuwei had misunderstood what he said.
"...Okay! Since it's the company's decision." Ye Yuwei leaned on the bedside as if he was exhausted.
"Yu Wei, you have a good rest. You are hungry! I will buy you something to eat."
"No, Jiaqi, the day after tomorrow is your birthday party, you have to go back and prepare well."
"What kind of birthday party? How can I leave with peace of mind when you are like this?"
"Listen to me Jiaqi, you must have a good birthday party. She is the turning point in your life." Seeing what Jiaqi wanted to say, Ye Yuwei stretched out her hand to stop her: "Jiaqi, we have worked hard all our lives, and we may only have one
Then after one or two opportunities, only when we succeed can we truly hold our heads high and be ourselves.”
Jiaqi looked at Ye Yuwei blankly, as if she was getting to know her friend in a brand new way.
"Jiaqi, if we were real artists instead of little idols, what happened today would not have happened. If we want to be artists, we have to fight for this river."
"...Yu Wei, I can't bear to let you suffer on your own." Li Jiaqi hugged Ye Yuwei affectionately and cried loudly.
"Then you have to fight hard. No matter who of us fights hard, we will never forget the other."
"Well! Don't forget each other even if you are rich or noble!"