Yang Jian's words once again drew a burst of laughter.
Xiao Wu, however, had no intention of letting him off the hook. He stood up directly, picked a pure-looking girl, and pulled her to sit next to Yang Jian.
"Beauty, this is my brother. He's never touched a woman before. Tonight, you have to serve him well. I'll give you a big red envelope afterward. If he's not satisfied, I'll report you."
Xiao Wu employed both carrot and stick, his expression fierce.
The girl, named Xiao Hong, seemed a bit scared and nodded repeatedly, "Brother, I understand. I'll definitely take good care of this handsome guy."
As she spoke, Xiao Hong linked her arm with Yang Jian's, startling him into pushing her away.
Xiao Wu laughed heartily and turned to pull a voluptuous-looking girl back to his seat.
Sixi, Biaobiao, and others also chose girls for themselves, and even Song Jianmin was no exception.
This made Yang Jian feel a bit disdainful. He was a married man with children, yet he had fallen so low.
What was even more outrageous was Song Jianhao. He found these girls unsatisfactory and demanded another batch.
The young woman was obedient. She took the remaining girls out and soon led in ten more. Song Jianhao, after much deliberation, finally selected a slightly more mature girl.
When this round of entertainment concluded, several waiters brought in a large quantity of beer, liquor, beverages, and snacks, filling four spacious coffee tables.
A sweet-looking girl, dressed differently from the previous group, entered, bowed to everyone, and said, "Good evening, gentlemen. I am your princess and DJ for tonight. I'm delighted to serve you. May I ask if you would like to request songs now?"
Xiao Wu waved his hand, "Request a song. Play 'Lover'."
It was a popular Western song at the time, familiar even to Yang Jian, who wasn't particularly fond of music.
As the familiar melody began, Xiao Wu sang out loud. This seemingly ruffian-like man actually possessed some musical talent. He grasped the rhythm and pitch well, and his voice carried a hint of沧桑 (cāngsāng - vicissitudes of life), sounding uniquely charming.
Yang Jian couldn't help but applaud.
"Handsome, how about I request a song for you too?"
Xiao Hong whispered into Yang Jian's ear, her entire body leaning against him.
Yang Jian felt uncomfortable and quickly shifted aside. "I told you I can't sing. If you want to sing, you sing. Or you can leave."
"Handsome, this is my job. If you make me leave, it means my service is inadequate, and I'll be fined."
"Then you can just sit here and rest. I don't need you to accompany me. By the way, I want to ask you, are you really a university student?"
Xiao Hong nodded, "Yes."
"Which school are you from?"
"I can't say. What if you're a reporter and it ruins our school's reputation?"
"Since you won't say, then stay away from me."
Yang Jian didn't ask any further questions, knowing that the words of these women of the night could not be trusted.
Xiao Hong was helpless. It was the first time she had encountered such a man who wasn't lecherous. With no other recourse, she obediently sat aside and ate snacks.
As the song ended, the room erupted in cheers and applause. Xiao Wu had indeed sung very well.
"Boss Wu, another song!"
Xiao Hong, being adept at handling situations, was the first to shout.
Xiao Wu laughed heartily, enjoying the praise. He stood up, pulled out a wad of cash, and gave two hundred yuan to each girl, including the princess.
What kind of operation was this? Did they have too much money to spend? That was over two thousand yuan. Yang Jian couldn't understand it.
The atmosphere in the room instantly became lively. Song Jianhao and the others also requested and sang songs, though their skill levels were no match for Xiao Wu's. Most people just sang off-key.
What made Yang Jian even more speechless was that those who weren't singing began interacting with the girls beside them. Some were drinking, others were playing dice games. Biaobiao and Liangliang even started touching the girls inappropriately. The girls didn't resist much, giggling and playing along with them without any reservations.
After about an hour of singing, the young woman entered again. She sat beside Xiao Wu and took out a packet of something. Xiao Wu subsequently counted a stack of cash for her, at least two to three thousand yuan.
As the young woman left, Xiao Wu called a halt to the singing. "DJ, change the music."
The princess then put on headphones and started mixing.
The powerful music instantly blared, making Yang Jian's eardrums ache. He had no idea what program was about to unfold.
At this moment, he saw a bald brother brought by Xiao Wu pour a bag of white crystals onto the coffee table. Using a bank card, he divided the crystals into thin strips, each about five centimeters long, totaling over a dozen strips.
The others then got up and started grooving to the music.
Xiao Hong tried to pull Yang Jian up, but he shook her off. "I'm injured and can't do strenuous activities."
Yang Jian was very curious about the crystals and kept his eyes fixed on that area. He watched as Xiao Wu rolled up a hundred-yuan bill into a tube, then instantly inhaled the strip-shaped crystals into his nostrils, doing so for two strips consecutively.
After finishing, Xiao Wu got up and started dancing. Sixi also went up and inhaled a strip. Then Biaobiao and others, including the accompanying girls, each inhaled one or two strips.
After consuming these crystals, these people danced even more wildly, their bodies twisting with greater amplitude, especially the head-shaking, which Yang Jian found somewhat terrifying. They looked like madmen, dancing like demons.
Not everyone was dancing. Yang Jian noticed Song Jianhao and the bald man fiddling with another object.
This object was a plastic bottle containing half a bottle of water, with a tube inserted into it, resembling a water pipe from the countryside. One person inhaled while another helped to light it.
Song Jianhao puffed away contentedly.
Yang Jian sat about three meters away from them. A rich aroma wafted over, smelling particularly pleasant. Before long, the entire private room was filled with this rich fragrance.
This must be the legendary "magu" (麻果 - a type of drug). Yang Jian finally witnessed the two types of drugs that Song Jianmin had mentioned. They were indeed very tempting to try.
"Handsome, want to try some 'fruit'?"
Xiao Hong's job was to keep Yang Jian company, so she hadn't gone to dance. Bored, she attempted to persuade Yang Jian to try the "fruit."
"Get lost. If you speak to me again, I won't be polite."
Yang Jian was truly angry. Persuading someone to take drugs was no different from murder. He immediately felt disgusted with the girl.
Feeling that even smelling the fragrance was like taking drugs, Yang Jian no longer wanted to stay there. He got up and left the room. He first looked for a restroom to relieve himself. Although there was a restroom in the private room, he wanted to completely escape that environment and planned to sit in the lobby and wait for them to finish.