On the dance floor, Cuihong clung to Zhou Junchen, drawing circles on his chest with her fingers, with an expression on her face that seemed angry or resentful, and said, "You haven't been here these days, and I've been bullied."
Zhou Junchen put his arm around Cuihong's waist, slowly moved his hand downwards, and said with a smile: "Who dares to bully you, Paramount's number one?"
"Be honest..." Cuihong hit him lightly, and then sighed: "Hey, so what about the top card? Women like us never lack people to bully... Junchen, do you like me?"
"Of course. There are so many girls. I'm not looking for anyone else but you. Isn't it obvious enough?"
"I think so...ah!" Cuihong twisted her body and once again swatted away the hand that was about to move on her butt.
In the dimly lit environment, Zhou Junchen didn't take Cui Hong's attitude seriously and chuckled: "Cui Hong, you are so charming, I can't help it."
"I can tell you, I only accompany the dancers. If you have other ambitions, give up as soon as possible!" Cuihong said with a straight face, half truthfully.
She knew very well that Zhou Junchen, who claimed to be a company employee, liked her, and he liked her so much that he could make a man fascinated, which gave Cuihong a sense of accomplishment.
Pearson walked into the ballroom, went straight to the bar, and said to the waiter: "Give me a double whiskey!"
The waiter hesitated for a moment. Pearson had a bad reputation and often failed to pay his bills or failed to pay them back. The manager had already told him that such people must settle their bills first.
Pearson took out two large bills and slapped them on the bar. The waiter quickly put the money away and hurriedly sent the drinks over.
Cuihong glanced at Pearson and said, "Junchen, look, it's him!"
"who?"
"The person who bullied me!"
Following Cuihong's gaze, Zhou Junchen saw that it was an American sergeant. Zhou Junchen snorted coldly: "These American soldiers, relying on the talisman of extraterritoriality, are lawless in Yanjin. The government should have taken control of them long ago!"
“What is extraterritoriality?”
"It's just... well, why is he here?"
Shen Zhifeng walked into the dance hall, followed by Shen Xue who was looking around.
Zhou Junchen thought to himself, why was he so unlucky? The last time he bumped into Jiang Xinyu, this time it was Shen Zhifeng.
Although a dance hall is different from a brothel and there is no problem for officers to come here, Zhou Junchen has something in his heart. He came here for Cuihong. He doesn't want his acquaintances to notice this kind of thing, especially his colleagues from the Secrecy Bureau!
While Shen Zhifeng didn't see him, Zhou Junchen whispered a few words to Cui Hong and hurriedly left Paramount.
"The cool night breeze blows by, but the lingering sorrow always lingers in my heart. My sweetheart, where is he? My sweetheart, is he on the way here..."
The female singer's singing attracted Shen Xue. She had never been exposed to this style of song. She stood under the colorful neon lights and listened attentively.
When Shen Zhifeng came to the bar, he saw Pearson sitting aside, but he didn't care and said to the waiter: "Two glasses of apple juice!"
Shen Xue also followed and said, "Brother Shen, what kind of song is this?"
Shen Zhifeng listened carefully for a while, smiled, shook his head and said: "I have no research on this aspect. I am a 100% layman. If you ask me, you might as well ask yourself."
As he spoke, he pushed the apple juice closer to Shen Xue.
Pearson was ignored and became even more angry. He reached out and knocked on the bar and said, "Mr. Shen, do you still recognize me?"
Shen Zhifeng picked up the cup, took a sip of juice, and said lightly: "I don't remember."
Pearson said with a sullen face: "You made me lose $80, you won't forget it so soon, will you?"
Shen Zhifeng didn't say anything. He was a drunkard and a scoundrel, so there was no need to get entangled with him.
When the song ended, the lights came on, and the ugly things that had no time to hide in the darkness were more or less revealed to everyone.
For an inexperienced female student, such a scene was too jarring. Shen Xue put down the apple juice in her hand with a red face and said, "Brother Shen, let's go."
"Okay!" Shen Zhifeng took out his wallet and put a banknote under the cup.
The waiter hurriedly said: "Mr. Shen, Manager Wang has ordered that your bill will be waived."
"Thank you, Manager Wang, for me, but the bill must be settled." After saying this, Shen Zhifeng stood up and walked out.
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On the way back, Shen Zhifeng glanced at Shen Xue and said, "How is it? How do you feel about this great experience?"
Shen Xue pouted and said, "I feel bad!"
"What's wrong?"
"Hide dirt and evil!"
Shen Zhifeng smiled and said, "Those kinds of places are pretty much the same."
Shen Xue sighed lightly and said: "I thought that people who go to high-end places are gentlemen and ladies. Who knew... it's like this!"
"Disappointed, aren't you?"
"Um."
"People who open their mouths and keep their mouths shut are benevolent, righteous, moral, loyal, filial, and trustworthy, but what they hide in their bellies are male thieves and female prostitutes, such as that Sage Kang. People who speak upright and upright for the country and the people, well, to put it bluntly, they are all for their own selfish desires!"
"Brother Shen, you are a government official, and you still say such things?"
"What did I say?"
"ah?"
Shen Zhifeng laughed, he was very relaxed now.
Complaining is sometimes a kind of catharsis. It does not mean that all people who like to complain are not pragmatic. They have just suppressed it for too long and need a channel to release their emotions.
After wearing the mask for so long, I forget what I really look like.
Only at this moment, with this cheerful Shen Xue, does Shen Zhifeng feel like his true self!
"Brother Shen, I think you are a thoughtful person." There was both admiration and admiration in Shen Xue's eyes.
Shen Zhifeng held the steering wheel, looked forward, and said with a smile: "Those who have ideas? Who doesn't have ideas, don't you?"
"When I say thoughtful, I mean people who have an independent personality and whose ideas are not interfered with by the outside world."
"I still don't quite understand. Could you please give an example to classmate Shen Xue?"
"For example, I think some of the Communist Party leaders in Yan'an are very reasonable. We should form a joint government, and everyone should supervise each other and avoid speaking out..."
Shen Zhifeng's eyes flashed, interrupted Shen Xue, and said: "You know that I am working for the government, but you still dare to say such things."
Shen Xue smiled and said: "If you ask me to give an example, I will use myself as an example."
"What example?"
"I am the person who is free from outside interference and has independent thinking!"
Shen Zhifeng looked at her deeply and said slowly: "Shen Xue, don't say such words again in the future. It will not do any good to others or yourself!"
"What, are you going to report me?" Shen Xue chuckled, rather disapprovingly.