a little.

The performances in the hall ended early at 10 o'clock, and now the lights are completely dimmed, and only various colored lights are flashing.

The City That Never Sleeps is now entering the HOT time of the day.

Everyone flocked to the stage in the hall and began to dance. The hot men and women with their own ghosts hid at the booths and tables next to the dance floor, and drank glasses of spirits with ambiguous smiles.

In the bathroom of the city that never sleeps.

In the third-tier city of Linhai, the city that never sleeps is the most high-end nightclub.

The boss was the first batch of people who were engaged in the karaoke industry in the 1990s. At that time, karaoke was still a new thing.

After completing the accumulation of the first pot of gold, the boss began to continuously expand his entertainment business.

From renting a venue at the beginning, to buying land and building a building later.

From the simple karaoke in one room at the beginning to the karaoke with a hall where you can dance, and now this comprehensive nightclub with a performance hall and various activities every night, the city that never sleeps is the leader of the entertainment industry in Linhai City.

Every night, the parking lot can always be stuffed slowly. Under the dim lights of the hall or private room, the fashionably dressed men and women, accompanied by harsh music and singing more mournful than wolf howls, turn a bottle of wine like boiled water. Just pour it into your own stomach, don't ask for the most expensive, but ask for a drink.

The city that never sleeps was newly built more than a year ago, and there are more than 800 karaoke rooms alone, even in Province F, it is the number one in the ranking.

The interior decoration is actually a luxurious route, using a variety of gold, black and purple mixed together, even the bathroom, also made a splendid feces and urine-like tacky.

Private rooms generally have separate toilets, but the hall and some small private rooms on the first floor do not.

Therefore, next to the hall on the first floor, there is a special public toilet.

Wang Dazui, who was wearing a waiter uniform, stood in the corner of the bathroom, took out sheets of hot white hand towels from a wall-type fumigator, folded them into triangles, and placed them neatly on a tray.

This is the same as doing housekeeping in the army. After folding, he also carefully used a shelf to trim the edges, trying to make these snow-white hand towels look as pleasing as a thousand-layer cake.

Next to this tray there is another tray, which contains some zero notes, two or three five yuan, one ten yuan, and some one dollar bills.

In fact, Wang Datong has quit security.

The reason for applying to be transferred to the bathroom is because the salary of the bathroom will be higher, and there will be tips here. If you are lucky, you can also charge 100 or 80 yuan a night, and if you are unlucky, you can also charge 20 to 30 yuan.

Add up the salary, which is already very impressive.

A middle-aged man wearing black short sleeves and trousers, with a shiny face and a fat waist like two swimming rings walked in, first ran to the compartment and closed the door.

Soon, the sound of vomiting like killing a pig echoed on the ceiling of the bathroom, and even through the door, you could still smell a fermented lees smell.

A few minutes later, the middle-aged man opened the door, walked to the sink, and began to wash his hands under the golden tap, holding water from time to time to pouring water on his head, which no longer had many hairs.

Wang Dazui glanced at the compartment. The toilet and the floor were full of dirty vomit. Judging from the color of the vomit, this guy must have drank a lot of the red wine that was on sale in the hall tonight.

That thing is priced at 399 a bottle here, but it is actually purchased for 39 a bottle...

He didn't just feel sorry for the guy's stomach.

Of course, I also feel sorry for myself.

Because after this person left, he would immediately take the mop and broom to clean up the pile of things that even this middle-aged fat man would feel disgusting when he saw it himself.

Taking advantage of the opportunity of the middle-aged fat man to wash his face, he quickly grabbed a hot towel with a clip and walked to the fat man's side to wait.

After drenching some cold water, Fatty seems to have recovered a lot, and the blood bar of the battle strength of the wine field is constantly returning blood.

Facing the mirror, he shook his head sharply, like a sand skin that had just climbed out of the water and dried the water stains on his body.

He gathered his soul that had been dissipated by alcohol, encouraged himself, and told himself that he could fight him for another 300 rounds.

There are still two young girls sitting in the booth outside. Tonight is the first time to go out for a drink. Now this is the fierce time to attack the mountain. If you don't break Loulan, you will not pay it back. on the way?

"Boss, bring a towel to wipe your face, a hot towel, very refreshing."

Wang Dazui very thoughtfully handed over the towel.

The middle-aged fat man was stunned for a moment, stared at the hot towel for about a second, then grabbed it, unfolded it, and applied it to the one that was still oozing oil like Daqing Oilfield even after washing his face. old face.

Then he raised his head, put his hands on the towel, and let out a moan like an orgasm: "Comfortable... ah!"

After more than ten seconds, the middle-aged fat man pressed the towel, just like a waiter in a restaurant who was wiping the table with a rag to clean up the leftovers, and slammed it on his face several times before finally covering his face. The oily towel was thrown on the sink, and the whole person felt that the primordial spirit had returned to its place, just like the benefactor who left after a long time in the brothel, his face was full of satisfaction.

"good."

Satisfied, he pulled the deformed black wallet from behind his round **** and opened it.

As carefully as archaeology, after tumbling in the pile of hundred-yuan bills for a long time, the small eyes of the middle-aged fat man suddenly lit up, as if he had discovered Columbus in the New World.

With **** and one clip, he took out a crumpled two-dollar bill, threw it generously into the basin, and said with a generous face, "I'll reward you!"

Turning around to walk towards the door, he suddenly regained his senses, as nimble as a monkey on Huaguo Mountain, and instantly returned to the sink, grabbed a new hot towel, opened it skillfully, and stuck it on his own again. On the land of the fertile Daqing Oilfield...

"Oh... cool!"

The middle-aged fat man was finally satisfied, and reluctantly threw down his handkerchief for the second time, bursting into a big smile like a chrysanthemum, and then like a runway model at Paris Fashion Week, he disappeared into the bathroom with two big butts. door.

Wang Datong smiled helplessly, packed up two towels, and put them in a basket with dirty towels.

Just as he was about to sweep the floor, suddenly, a red-faced killer with a cut on his head that stood up like a rooster's crest and was dyed red, green, and yellow rushed in with his hands over his bladder.

It seemed that this guy was really in a hurry, as if one second slower, his overwhelmed bladder would explode like a landmine being stepped on.

In a panic, Kill Matt rushed to the compartment that the middle-aged fat man had just passed through, pushed open the door and just wanted to rush in and enjoy the blissful pleasure.

But the "feast" on the toilet immediately appeared in front of him - the pungent red wine taste was fermented by gastric juice, mixed with the steak and Italian macaroni eaten by the middle-aged fat man and his girlfriend tonight. Liquid cheeses and cheeses and some vegetable salads that he didn't like but pretended to have a balanced diet in front of women, and two that he swallowed at the food stall downstairs while waiting for the girl to put on makeup. Only scallion pancakes...

Under the combination of Chinese and foreign, it exudes a strange smell that is unique in this world~lightnovelpub.net~ penetrated into Kill Matt's nostrils and headed straight to the brain, and the soul has been completely sublimated because of this, and it feels like going out of the body ...

"I-fuck!"

He screamed, and his feet that stepped into the compartment stepped back again and again, but unfortunately his feet slipped and he fell headfirst.

The cock-comb head, which is very punk art mixed with the skills of washing, cutting and blowing at the entrance of the village, was inserted directly into the toilet...

"what--"

Kill Matt screamed bleakly, like stepping on a GLD150 anti-infantry mine in a minefield and being blown off the sole of his foot.

Wang Dazui hurried forward and pulled the unlucky Killer Matt out of the toilet.

Kill Matt's hair was covered with a large pool of sticky and unidentified things, perhaps due to the effect of low-quality red wine, making his cockscomb head look a little purple now.

The left and right sides of the face are covered with purple vomit, which looks like a work that a performance art writer smeared on the spot but failed and gave up...

Killing Matt broke free from Wang Dakou, rushed to the sink, opened his mouth, and spat out.

After vomiting, I will go crazy to kill Matt.

Seeing himself in the mirror, he simply couldn't accept that this was the "most handsome" version of himself he thought.

Wang Dazui handed over the towel, and he grabbed it and wiped it indiscriminately, scolding while wiping, at first scolding the person who vomited in the cubicle, and then scolding and scolding Wang Datong.

"How do you wash the toilet? Why are you so lazy! Do you know how much my hair is made? Do you know how much my shoes cost?! You pay me if you get dirty! You pay me!"