It's a little dark inside, with only the flickering lights illuminating the road. Some of the men and women inside are sitting in front of the bar, some are sitting in booths, and they are shaking their heads rhythmically to the music, but not loudly.
The dance floor was crowded with people, and they were dancing to the music.
The most eye-catching thing is a high platform in the middle of the bar. On it, there are five women, wearing very few clothes, dancing wildly.
Murong Jing told me that those women were called warm-up workers, and their daily salary was about 1,000 yuan, and they also received tips.
The world of adults is really delicate. They may be white-collar workers or CEOs of companies during the day, but at night, they will be swallowed up by the night.
Maybe, they are decompressing...
Murong Jing and I walked along the edge of the bar to an office on the second floor. There was a middle-aged man in his thirties sitting in the office. The man was wearing a pair of trousers on his lower body and a trousers on his upper body.
He is wearing a white short-sleeved T-shirt and his arms are covered with tattoos. I think this person should be the boss.
"Brother Qing, I'm going out first." The security guard shouted politely and exited the office.
"Uncle." Murong Jing also greeted the man honestly.
"Hello."
The man looked me up and down and asked, "How old are you?"
"18 years old." Murong Jing told me before coming here. If anyone asks me how old I am, I will tell them that I am 18 years old.
After the man listened to my answer, he gave me a plastic bag: "Put it on. Jingjing has already told you about the salary situation, right?"
"Yes."
"Okay, after you go out, find a foreman named Sister Feng, and she will tell you what to do."
"I understand, thank you."
"Goodbye, uncle." Murong Jing said goodbye to me and the boss and left the office...