Lord of Puluo

After six dances in a row, Li Banfeng changed six dance partners.

Zhou Yujuan, the owner of Xianle Dance Hall, stood in the corridor on the second floor wearing a dark purple cheongsam and holding a round fan in her hand.

Fanning with her left hand and supporting the railing of the corridor with her right hand, Zhou Yujuan frowned slightly as she looked at the dance floor in the hall on the first floor. After staring at Li Banfeng for a moment, Zhou Yujuan frowned slightly.

This guest doesn't know the rules very well.

In this kind of dance hall, dancing is never the focus, the focus is choosing a dance partner.

Dance two or three times in the hall, choose a suitable partner, and then go upstairs or go out to find a suitable place and do the right thing.

Li Banfeng only dances and doesn't choose anyone, which is not appropriate.

Zhou Yujuan called a woman and whispered: Tell that man to dance for eighty yuan and let him settle the bill first.

A song that lasts less than three minutes and charges 80 yuan is telling Li Banfeng to get out of here and not take advantage of it.

The woman went back and returned with a thousand dollars in cash: Sister, the guest said that she danced very well here and she wants to keep dancing.

Zhou Yujuan frowned even more tightly.

Xianle Dance Hall is considered a first-class place in Yaowanggou, but the price is not that high. One thousand yuan is enough for Li Banfeng to take two dance partners upstairs to sleep for one night. What does he mean by dancing here all the time?

Years of experience told her that this man was here to cause trouble.

Zhou Yujuan gave another instruction: Let Lao Gu change the song and play When Will You Come Again!

Lao Gu is the operator of the hand-cranked record player.

After hearing the boss's order, Lao Gu understood the meaning and immediately changed the record.

Good flowers don't always bloom, good times don't always come, sadness piles up the smiles on the eyebrows, and the tears in the eyes are filled with lovesickness~~

When Will You Come Again is a song that must be played every night at Xianle Dance Hall. This song is very special and is equivalent to the closing song. When hearing When Will You Come Again, guests must quickly choose their dance partners. After the song ends, the dance hall will close. .

All the gentlemen present had chosen their dance partners. Li Banfeng's partner held Li Banfeng's hands tightly, touched his conscience, and asked affectionately: Sir, let's go upstairs.

Li Banfeng said seriously: What are you doing upstairs? Isn't it nice to dance here?

The girl looked at Li Banfeng eagerly: Sir, after this song is over, we will close the door.

Why did it close? I just gave you the money! Li Banfeng was very dissatisfied.

The dancer whispered: You can take me upstairs without paying extra.

Who said he doesn't have to pay anymore! The boss Zhou Yujuan slowly walked down the stairs. The girl's voice was so low that she was still heard.

Good ears.

This should be a sneak preview.

The music stopped suddenly, and Zhou Yujuan came to Li Banfeng and said with a smile: Sir, we are closed, please come back tomorrow.

Li Banfeng asked: I just gave you a thousand yuan and you closed the door. Is this appropriate?

Zhou Yujuan pretended to be surprised: Sir, if you dance with our girl, shouldn't you give us money?

Li Banfeng looked at Zhou Yujuan: The money I gave you is the money for dancing. One dance costs eighty yuan. I danced seven dances. I've only spent half of a thousand yuan. Are you going to kick people out?

The surrounding guests gradually moved away from the center of the dance floor.

They know that at the Xianle Dance Hall, dancing does not cost money. What they have to pay is pollen money and drink money.

They also know that if the boss comes to ask for dance money, it means someone is trying to cause trouble.

Zhou Yujuan raised the corner of her mouth and looked at Li Banfeng: Sir, eighty yuan is the cost of dancing, but for one piece of music, you have to charge an extra one hundred yuan for fuel and water.

What oil money?

The oil and water are in your hands.

Li Banfeng's hand held the girl's conscience.

This was not what he wanted to hold on to, it was what the girl had grabbed onto his hand before.

Now this girl was not as generous and enthusiastic as before. With a face full of embarrassment, she pulled away Li Banfeng's hand and said angrily: Sir, what are you doing?

She seemed to have been insulted by Li Banfeng.

This girl took the initiative to dance the last song with Li Banfeng, seemingly prepared.

Li Banfeng did not argue, nodded and said: I will give you the one hundred oil and water money.

Zhou Yujuan raised her eyebrows, shook her head and said with a smile: A hundred dollars alone won't do it. We seven girls danced seven dances with you. Which one of us hasn't let you eat? One hundred dollars for each girl, plus these seven hundred yuan, what do you think? One thousand dollars is not enough.

Li Banfeng was deeply surprised: I've eaten all the seven girls?

Zhou Yujuan nodded seriously: I am a girl, so if you touch my hand, you will suffer a loss.

Li Banfeng thought this was unreasonable: Is there anyone who can dance without touching their hands? Do all the guests here pay?

Zhou Yujuan flashed her big eyes and looked at Li Banfeng with pity: Other guests don't have to pay, that's because the girl is willing.

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If the girl is willing, you can touch it wherever you want, but you can't. The girl will think you are disgusting. If the girl is not willing, you will have to pay if you touch your fingernails!

Li Banfeng planned to continue reasoning with Zhou Yujuan, but suddenly felt that danger was approaching.

He raised his head and looked towards the corridor on the second floor.

Behind the fence, stood a middle-aged man.

The man was about 1.6 meters tall, with a bald head and a beard. He was wearing a gray cloth shirt with a double-breasted collar. He was holding a pair of walnuts in his hand, which he kept rubbing.

At this moment, he was staring at Li Banfeng.

Many of the guests present knew this man. Some of them took their dancing partners out to spend the night, and some left their drink money and turned around and left.

Such a lean man could have such a powerful intimidation.

Although Li Banfeng had never seen him, he recognized his identity.

Because in Li Banfeng's eyes, there was not only this man standing in the corridor on the second floor, but also a dozen people standing behind him.

There were fifteen, Li Banfeng had counted them.

These fifteen people were both male and female, dressed in different styles. The only thing they had in common was that they all had green flames on their bodies.

This is Nightmare Xiu's ghost servant. This lean man is Du Hongxi, the second helmsman of Jiang Xiang Gang's Yaowang Hall.

Du Hongxi came and the other guests left. Zhou Yujuan's smile was no longer so gentle: I don't want to argue with you for a few loose coins. Sir, if you leave another thousand yuan, you can go back.

You want another thousand yuan?

Zhou Yujuan nodded: Do you think I want more?

Why do you want one thousand more, and what's the point? Li Banfeng wanted to hear what else the boss could say.

Zhou Yujuan smiled and said: You want to reason with me? Are you worthy? Just take a piss and look at yourself to see who you are?

While I'm still in a good mood, I'll pay for it and get out. I'll use my tactics more brightly in the future and don't wander into places I shouldn't be.

Li Banfeng looked at Du Hongxi again. Behind him, two ghost servants crossed the fence and slowly fell from the second floor.

Li Banfeng shrugged his eyebrows, opened his wallet, took out a thousand cash and gave it to Zhou Yujuan.

Zhou Yujuan took the banknote and said tenderly: Get out of here!

Li Banfeng turned and left, and Du Hongxi asked his ghost servant to follow him.

Li Banfeng quickly walked out of the hall, and the two of them went straight through the wall and chased into the corridor. However, they did not see Li Banfeng, only the open door at the end of the corridor.

he's gone?

Going so fast?

After searching for a long time, Li Banfeng was not found. The two ghost servants took a smell and found that there was no scent of strangers nearby.

It seems that Li Banfeng is really gone.

The two ghost servants returned to Du Hongxi, and Zhou Yujuan also returned to the corridor on the second floor.

Du Hongxi put his arms around Zhou Yujuan's waist and kissed him on the cheek: If you encounter such a gangster in the future, don't talk nonsense to him. Just tell me and I will deal with him directly.

Zhou Yujuan said coquettishly: Master, how can such a trivial matter burden you?

Du Hongxi smiled and said: Little sweetheart, I am willing to die of exhaustion for you.

Zhou Yujuan pouted and said, Master, this is what you said. You are not allowed to complain about being tired tonight.

The two entered the bedroom on the third floor. Fifteen ghost servants were divided into three teams to guard every corner of the third floor.

With these ghost servants guarding him, even if a third-level martial arts cultivator rushed up to the third floor, Du Hongxi would not be hurt at all.

There is no need for Du Hongxi to exert unnecessary control. They will always protect Du Hongxi's safety. When they need to fight, they have no fear. When they don't need to fight, they will never relax.

They are not afraid of coercion and do not care about inducements. As long as they are not in a state of panic, they will never leave their posts without authorization.

But tonight is an exception.

At three o'clock in the morning, a burst of singing suddenly came from the record player in the lobby on the first floor:

I have a love,

Who can I tell you?

The close friend went out,

As soon as he left, there was no news~

The ghost servants stuck their heads out one after another and looked at the first floor.

This is the most beautiful song they have ever heard.

They kept listening hard, but the sound of the record player was a bit low.

The two ghost servants couldn't bear it anymore, so they passed through the fence, left the third floor, and flew to the record player.

The other ghost servants struggled for a moment and then followed.

They all gathered around the record player and listened quietly to the singing.

Li Banfeng slowly cranked the record player and counted the number of ghost servants.

Fifteen of them are all here.

PS: Actually, I think the hand-cranked record player tastes very good.