Although the sign here is called Xuanlong Bar, it is actually a nightclub.
It was very difficult for Jin Ping'an to look away from the young lady who was leading the dance.
But the dance floor was almost full of women dressed in this way, and the people in the audience were dressed more excessively than those on the stage.
Some people were too hot to dance around, so they lifted up the hem of their T-shirts, tied a knot under their chests, and wore miniskirts on their lower bodies.
Jin Pingan, who only watched nightclub videos on his mobile phone, felt like he was stabbed in the butt with a knife today - his eyes were opened.
As the waist twists, under the action of inertia, you can occasionally catch a glimpse of the scenery under the skirt. Mr. Newton can even laugh happily when he sees it.
In order to cover up his embarrassment, Jin Pingan shouted at the top of his lungs: "What should we do next?!"
The messenger pointed to his ears: "You don't have to shout so loudly, I can hear you."
Jin Ping'an took a deep breath and raised his voice again and shouted: "Can you hear me now!"
The messenger did not speak, but took out a pen and paper from his bag and wrote: 'I can hear you, so you don't have to shout so loudly.'
Jin Pingan said oh and then wrote on the paper: 'When should we go find Zhang Yan?'
The messenger shook his head: 'Don't worry, let's ask first to see if anyone has seen the tattooed man.'
The messenger led Jin Pingan across the dance floor towards the bar.
There were a lot of people on the dance floor, so a physical collision was inevitable.
It is normal to occasionally rub into some places that you shouldn't rub, but few people would care about such a small thing if they can dance around here.
Among the crowd, Jin Pingan was particularly conspicuous as he shrank forward. He curled up and tried to avoid the flow of people. At first glance, he looked like Hina who was visiting a nightclub for the first time.
Most people are constantly moving when disco dancing. No matter how they avoid the flow of people, they will inevitably collide with other people.
Occasionally, a young lady would notice this baby bird, and would 'accidentally' get in close contact with him, and then secretly giggle at his awkward appearance.
When the two of them crossed the dance floor, Jin Pingan's face was full of embarrassment, and he could only walk with a slight bow.
The bar is located behind the speakers, which is slightly quieter than in front. At least you can hear the voices.
The messenger closed his notebook and shouted to the bartender: "Scotch Martini, plus a beer and a pack of cigarettes."
After saying that, he took out a three hundred dollar bill from his trouser pocket, rubbed it, and then patted it on the bar.
The bartender smiled at the messenger, made an OK gesture, and went straight to work without giving any change.
Five minutes later, two glasses of wine were brought to them.
The messenger picked up a cocktail and a cigarette and found a casual table near the dance floor.
After standing still, he opened the cigarette box, took out two cigarettes, exposed the cigarette holders, and then pressed the lighter on top of the cigarette box.
Jin Ping'an couldn't understand what the messenger was doing, and he couldn't hear clearly from this position, so he could only keep drinking beer.
Although the messenger is not a handsome and handsome man, he is still handsome.
Especially the profound temperament on his body, like a poppy, has a fatal temptation on women in their twenties and thirties.
As the saying goes, he is a man with a story.
So even if the messenger doesn't even have a toilet card, there will still be girls who come up to hook up with him.
Not long after, a hot girl wearing hot pants came over and looked at him with a smile.
The messenger pulled out a cigarette. Seeing this, the smile on the hot girl's face became even brighter. She pulled out another cigarette with ease and picked up a lighter to light the messenger.
"Handsome boy, are you here to play too?"
The hot girl blew a puff of white smoke into the messenger's face, and slowly placed her small hands on his lower back.
The messenger did not smoke, but held the lit cigarette in his mouth: "I'm here to find someone."
"Looking at you like this, are you unable to contact your friends, or is your girlfriend angry and blocking you?"
The hot girl didn't care whether her words would hurt someone. Anyway, she just found a random topic to talk about. As long as she could continue the conversation, it was regarded as foreplay before the dinner.
"Yeah, I couldn't contact a friend I knew. I heard he had appeared here, so I looked for him."
"Wow, you are so emotional."
The girl used a slightly exaggerated tone, but she was actually secretly amused in her heart.
You are a thousand-year-old fox just having fun with me. If you are here to find someone, why do you put the cigarette box in such a standard way? You have already smoked cigarettes. Who would believe this now?
The messenger didn't explain. He wiped out the cigarette butt with his fingers calmly and took out Jin Ping'an's sketch again.
The hot girl couldn't help laughing when she looked at the sketch paper in the messenger's hand. She didn't expect that the handsome guy had prepared story props.
But she didn't mind continuing the story, just to add a bit of fun to tonight's nightlife.
But when she took the sketch, the smile on her face slowly solidified.
Otherwise, this sketch is so realistic. The murderous eyes of the tattooed man are vivid and lifelike. When placed in a dark place, it feels like someone is really staring at you.
It took a while for the hot girl to react, and said angrily: "Handsome, you are so annoying, you would bring something like this out to scare people."
"This is the man I'm looking for. Have you seen him here recently?"
The messenger picked up the glass and took a sip of the cocktail.
The reason why he uses cigarette cases to catch girls is to pick out regular customers. People who hang out here often have a much higher chance of seeing a tattooed man than people who come here once in a while.
Now, no matter how stupid the hot girl was, she should have figured out that the messenger was not interested. She sighed regretfully, but did not turn around and leave directly.
She asked reluctantly: "If you tell this person the information, are you free tonight?"
"I don't have time, but I can give you some compensation."
The messenger slowly took out his wallet from his pocket, counted five hundred dollars and handed it to the hot girl.
The hot girl shook her head and pushed away the banknote handed over by the messenger: "I don't want money, I want your contact information."
Girls who come to nightclubs are more straightforward and playful. If they fall in love with you, they will pursue you directly. However, don't take this relationship seriously, they just want to have fun together.
Early the next morning, we walked on each side of the road facing the sky.
"no problem."
The messenger tore off a page of notes, quickly wrote down Jin Pingan's mobile phone number on it, and handed it to the hot girl.
"Do you mind if I call now?"
Although the hot girl asked the messenger if he minded, she actually started to take action.
The messenger hummed, and with Jin Pingan's confused eyes, he took out his mobile phone from his bag.
Here I would like to remind everyone, try not to exchange mobile phone numbers with others in nightclubs, especially when you have just separated the next morning.
If you feel that someone is good and you want to play chess with him or her for a long time, you can ask for the other person's mobile phone number, but it is best not to take the initiative to give the other person your mobile phone number.
Because this way you can temporarily take control of the relationship between the two.
As for who will become the hot weapon on call in the subsequent exchanges, it depends on which of you has higher PUA skills.
After confirming that the phone number was correct, the hot girl pulled the messenger towards the bathroom with a smile: "There are so many people here that it's not convenient to talk."
After the messenger left, Jin Ping'an was left alone at the edge of the platform. He looked around with confused eyes, like a miserable child who was taken to the amusement park by his elder brothers and then left alone.
He found that apart from giving directions, he really couldn't do anything to help the messenger. He could only watch from the side.
Thinking of this, he took a long sip of beer depressedly.