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Book 1: A Man in the Jianghu, Not in Control of His Own Fate - Chapter 1: Days in a Nightclub

If one day, a miraculous encounter suddenly appears before you, and you can obtain many things you've always dreamed of simply by reaching out your hand... wouldn't you be tempted?

Of course, we must clearly recognize that everything in this world comes at a price!

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The alarm clock woke me up, and I rolled over and sat up on the small bed in the lounge.

I checked the time; it was exactly 5 p.m.

I turned on the light, took out a cigarette, lit it, and took a deep drag, letting the pungent aroma of the cigarette swirl around in my lungs. Only then did I truly become fully awake.

Then I jumped down and did dozens of push-ups, hearing my bones cracking as I worked. I straightened my clothes a bit, put on the black suit hanging in front of the door, rubbed my face vigorously to relax my facial muscles, and then walked out of the lounge.

My name is Chen Yang, I am twenty-three years old, and I live in this medium-sized city in the south.

I currently work at a nightclub inside the city's famous "Golden Splendor" entertainment center. I believe many people are familiar with nightclubs. Among similar entertainment venues in the city, this center is considered high-end and is renowned for its young, beautiful, and enthusiastic hostesses.

My title is supervisor.

The name sounds impressive, but the job itself isn't that elegant. My job involves building relationships with clients when they come to the nightclub, having drinks with them, and managing the place—basically, being a manager.

When I walked out of the lounge, there weren't many people in the hallway yet, but some of the staff had already started work and were cleaning the hallway. Because I'm the supervisor, I have a small room as a lounge, and next to mine is the girls' lounge. However, since it's only 5 PM and the girls haven't started work yet, the next room is empty at this time.

As I stepped out of the door, I saw a stunningly beautiful woman emerge from the next room. I glanced at her; it was Mary.

Mary is a homonym of her English name, MARRY. She is a veteran in the nightclub industry. A few years ago, she was a very popular hostess in several entertainment venues in the city. Now that she is a bit older, she has started to organize her resources, recruit a group of younger girls, and become a madam herself.

Mary is considered quite well-off in our establishment, with twenty or thirty girls working for her. Having been in the business for many years, she's incredibly resourceful; if she's short-staffed, she can summon over a dozen girls with a single phone call. Unfortunately, she's never managed to cultivate a truly top-tier girl.

The so-called "top courtesan" isn't just about being pretty. These days, being a prostitute isn't easy. Jokingly speaking, being a famous courtesan isn't simple either. To be a top courtesan, you not only need to be beautiful, but also smart, know how to handle situations, and understand how to read customers. You need to be alluring when appropriate and aloof when necessary.

Generally, the women who become top-tier beauties are the kind of enchanting women who can seduce men so much that they become infatuated and obsessed.

Those girls who immediately take off their clothes and pounce on customers are usually only liked by inexperienced young men who have never seen a woman before.

These days, men are really good at having fun!

To be fair, Mary was a very alluring and seductive woman. Her features were striking, and her figure was curvy, with curves in all the right places. The black blazer she wore had a wide front, deliberately revealing half of her white lace bra and a milky white cleavage, making her a very tempting mature and glamorous woman.

"Little Fifth Brother~~" Mary's eyes lit up when she saw me. She called out to me with a coquettish laugh, deliberately swaying her slender waist as she walked gracefully towards me. Her body pressed against me intentionally or unintentionally, and she simply hung her upper body on my arm. She laughed in my ear in a sickeningly sweet voice: "You have to take good care of me tonight. That guy, Qiang, insisted on putting my group last yesterday, which meant my girls didn't have any work to do all night."

After saying that, as if on purpose, she rubbed her large breasts against my arm a few times.

I grinned and deliberately slapped her pert bottom hard, then pinched it, laughing, "Sister Mary, stop teasing me. Does Ah Qiang dare to disrespect you? I saw it last night, your girls got the most jobs. Didn't Boss Ma bring Lili out yesterday?"

Mary winked at me and chuckled sweetly, "I don't care anymore, you'd better schedule a good time for me tonight!" Then she pressed her soft, fragrant body against my arm.

Many people assume that the women in these entertainment venues are all from nightclubs. This is a misconception.

Nightclubs don't employ their own hostesses; neither the hostesses nor the "madams" receive any salary from the nightclub. Generally, nightclubs hire several "madams" who bring a group of hostesses to serve customers daily. The hostesses rely on tips from the customers for their livelihood. The "madams," on the other hand, earn income from the hostesses' commissions. Typically, for every tip a customer gives a hostess, she has to give 10% to the "madam."

Of course, some of the more successful hostesses or madams have gotten to know a few regular customers. When customers book private rooms at the nightclub through them, the hostesses or madams can also get a certain percentage of the customers' spending that night.

For example, Mary, although she doesn't have any top-tier hostesses, has a wide network of connections and several big clients. These clients spend tens of thousands of dollars at the nightclub every month, so her commission is quite substantial.

To be honest, she really has to curry favor with me for the job I'm doing now.

Because of the rules in nightclubs, when customers come, it's usually the customer managers like us who are in charge of greeting them. Then, once they're in the private room, I'll find a madam or hostess I'm on good terms with to go in and serve the customer. Basically, all the power is in my hands.

So, the madams and girls working here are all very eager to curry favor with me. They just hope I can bring them more business.

Many women, in order to earn more money and secure a good position under the manager, are even willing to offer themselves up to the manager so that he can take advantage of them.

As far as I know, the other manager in this place, Qiang, has slept with at least half of the girls here.

However, I am a very easy-going person and rarely scold or beat these girls. I also never abuse my power to bully or take advantage of them, so I am quite popular.

Mary giggled, and I took the opportunity to put my hand on her soft, slender waist and gently squeeze it. I couldn't help but admire her, "Damn, the feel is amazing!"

This woman had a fantastic figure, with fair and smooth skin, especially around her waist, which was completely free of any excess fat. Add to that the usual nightclub etiquette—the madams typically wore tight-fitting black blazers and carried small handbags (for tips)—and at first glance, she really did have a seductive, office lady vibe.

I couldn't help but sigh. Mary doesn't have any top-tier girls working for her because she's refused to go back to the business. If she were willing to return, she would definitely be a star. Although she's not exactly a beauty queen, she has striking features, knows how to read customers' minds, and is good at charming people. No wonder she was once very popular.

"Little Fifth Brother, it's still early, want me to loosen your muscles?" She gave me a flirtatious wink, her eyes practically brimming with desire. I knew she was teasing me. Work was about to start, and even if I wanted to do something, it was too late now. I gave her hips a hard twist and laughed, "Alright, stop teasing me. I have a few guests who have booked a private room tonight. I'll take you in later, but tell your girls to dress up nicely; my guests have very discerning eyes."

Mary immediately beamed, leaned over and kissed me on the cheek, then swayed her hips as she went inside to touch up her makeup.

There are four managers at the Golden Splendor Nightclub. I'm the youngest of the four, but I've been here the longest. I started working here when I was eighteen, beginning as a waiter, then working my way up to a receptionist, and finally becoming a manager.

Tonight, another supervisor, Qiang, is on duty with me. He's several years older than me, well over thirty, but he has a pale, almost boyish face. His eyes always gleam with lust, as if he's perpetually insatiable. When I got to the back kitchen, he was flirting with another madam, Sister Feng.

Sister Feng is the top madam here. She doesn't have as many girls as Mary, but she has two super popular ones, who are the pillars of our establishment. Absolutely gorgeous.

I sat down and greeted Ah Qiang and Sister Feng. Sister Feng immediately smiled and moved closer, deliberately sitting down next to me. Sister Feng's appearance was the complete opposite of Mary's. Mary was the kind of flirtatious mature woman with a hot figure. Sister Feng, on the other hand, was petite, but her eyes were very alluring. She didn't have as much of a worldly air about her as Mary, but she was extremely shrewd and resourceful; otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to control her two top-tier courtesans.

"Xiao Wu, why are you so late?" A-Qiang smiled and handed me a cigarette, revealing a set of pearly white teeth. This guy supposedly used to work in a famous male escort shop in the city. He was quite the heartthrob in the city's male escort scene when he was young, but now that he's older, he can't compete with the younger ones, so he came to our line of work to make a living.

I've never really liked this guy, because he wouldn't have been able to become a manager based on his own abilities. It's said that he got the position by relying on women. Rumor has it that besides the current owner, there's another shareholder behind our nightclub who's a rich woman, and this guy got in through her connections.

I've always felt that men who live off women are despicable and I've never liked him. I also know behind his back that many people in the company secretly call him the "King of Freeloaders."

I maintained a faint smile and nodded to him as a greeting.

Sister Feng then simply put her arm around my neck: "Brother Xiao Wu, I heard that Boss Ma is coming over tonight. He's a regular customer of yours, so please take good care of me tonight."

When I noticed that Sister Feng was hugging me, A-Qiang's eyes seemed to flash with displeasure. He immediately pretended to smoke and broke free from Sister Feng's embrace.

I'm not afraid of A-Qiang, I just feel that in a place like this, it's unnecessary to offend a colleague for the sake of a woman who works as a madam in a nightclub.

"Sister Feng, with your two star performers there, you can just sit back and count your money every day." I smiled and blew out a puff of smoke, then ordered a set meal. I noticed that Sister Feng's expression was a little unnatural, so I forced a smile and said, "No matter what, I still need your Fifth Brother's help."

Upon hearing this, I had a sudden thought. Could it be that there was a problem with those two red cards under her command?

But none of that mattered to me. I wolfed down my food, threw down my chopsticks, said goodbye to the two of them, and went upstairs to take a shower.

Ah Qiang and Sister Feng were left alone, acting suspiciously, and no one knew what they were discussing.

Everyone here knows that Ah Qiang and Sister Feng have a relationship... not just one, but many! Basically, the madam rarely offers herself to the manager, but there are times when they really do hook up. Like Ah Qiang and Sister Feng, but I suspect that this guy's real purpose in hooking up with Sister Feng is probably her two top courtesans.

The difference between top-tier and regular girls is completely different. For example, regular girls need to curry favor with us and the "madam." They curry favor with us because we usually take care of the girls we're on good terms with and bring them into the private rooms of big clients. But currying favor with the "madam" is to get a better position at the front when the clients are choosing their girls.

Anyone who's been to such places knows that when customers choose a girl, they usually have her stand in a row in the private room for them to see. The girls who are closest to the madam are always at the front, closest to the customers. As for the less favored girls, they can only stand near the door, and might even be blocked by other girls.

In this situation, even if you are an absolute beauty, if customers can't see you, you will definitely not have any business.

The top-tier girls don't need to curry favor. They already have many familiar, high-value clients. Every night, they don't even need to queue up with others to be chosen by customers; they have regular patrons who specifically request them. On the contrary, the madams have to be very polite to these top-tier girls, because they are the golden goose that lays the golden eggs for the madams! While a supervisor might use their power to take advantage of ordinary girls, top-tier girls don't have to cater to the supervisor's whims.

In my opinion, there are four top-tier hostesses in our establishment, two of whom are super-top-tier beauties! One of them even graduated from a prestigious art academy! She has also played supporting roles in several films and television dramas, but the competition in the entertainment industry is too fierce, and this line of work is lucrative, so she came here to make money.

I went upstairs to the sauna and took a shower. I stood in the hot water for twenty minutes before I felt completely refreshed. When I came out, a guy from the sauna came over and respectfully greeted me as "Fifth Brother," then asked if I wanted to find two girls to give me a massage and loosen my joints.

I never touch the girls in saunas because I feel they are dirty.

Let me give you some numbers, and you'll understand.

Our entertainment center has 30 registered hostesses in the sauna section. Every night, we serve over 100 guests, meaning each hostess sees more than three guests per night on average! That's 90 times a month! 540 times in six months! And in a year... hehe, you can do the math yourself.

Of course, I rarely touch the hostesses in nightclubs.

The hostesses in nightclubs, although they're also there to earn money, rarely go out to sleep with customers. They can earn tens of thousands of yuan a month without even working.

I'm not saying that the girls in nightclubs are clean. No one in this line of work is clean! That's why, after being here for a while, I basically avoid the girls in those places.

But now that I think about it, are so-called respectable women really clean these days?

Those female middle school students and college students who haven't even grown up yet spend all their time online, meeting one online friend today and another tomorrow, and going to hotels with different online friends every few days to have sex... Just in terms of frequency, they're not much cleaner than prostitutes!

This guy knew my habits. When he said he wanted to find a girl to massage my bones, he meant a real massage therapist, not a prostitute. This is a high-end place, after all; not every customer comes here to solicit prostitutes. There are professional massage therapists here too.

Normally, I wouldn't refuse a massage after a shower. The prices here are high; a shower alone costs a hundred yuan. The massage therapists are really skilled, and some are even hired from coastal cities in the south. Plus, I don't have to pay for the massage here. But seeing that I was running out of time, I shook my head, asked him for a bottle of mineral water, drank it all in one gulp, and then got dressed and went downstairs.

Work started promptly at 7 p.m.

A row of hostesses in high-slit cheongsams stood at the entrance, bowing in unison as guests entered, their sweet, melodious voices chorusing: "Hello, boss!" "Hello, sir!" "Hello, boss..."

The greeters standing at the door are the waitresses from the private rooms, commonly known as "princesses." These "princesses" are only found in high-end nightclubs; they're not found in third-rate, low-class establishments. Their duties include serving tea and drinks, and occasionally they might have a drink or play a few rounds of dice with the guests. However, guests are not allowed to touch them; they can't be touched or groped, but their service is absolutely impeccable. Often, after their meal, guests will slip them a few hundred yuan as a tip. You could say they are the cleanest people there. Many of the women even jokingly say they want to go back to being "princesses" in private rooms.

They work themselves to the bone drinking with customers, and they even have to let the customers hug and touch them. They only get a few hundred yuan a night for sitting at one table.

Of course, there are also beautiful princesses who, after working for a while, can't resist the temptation of money and simply switch careers to become prostitutes.

Ah-Qiang and I were both wearing work suits, with earphones on our ears and walkie-talkies hanging from our belts. We walked around the venue, greeting familiar customers from time to time, and occasionally going into a private room to have a couple of drinks with them.

Our place is doing extremely well; the private rooms were all full before nine o'clock. I had a couple of drinks with one of my regular customers, Mr. Ma, in one of the large private rooms, then slipped out to the lounge for some fresh air. The guests in the two private rooms were drinking too heavily tonight, and I had a couple too many drinks myself, so I'm feeling a bit dizzy.

I had barely sat down when a soft body pressed against me from behind. I recognized her perfume immediately – it was Mary. Her face was flushed, probably from the smell of alcohol. She handed me a small, damp towel and said in a sweet, cloying voice, "Little Fifth Brother, what brings you here all by yourself?"

I sighed, knowing she wouldn't contact me for no reason. I wiped my face, looked up at her, and asked, "Sister Mary, what happened?"

"Oh..." She gave a flirtatious laugh and sat down next to me. There was only a sofa bed in my lounge, so we sat side by side on the bed. She leaned on my shoulder and said in a sweet voice, "Can't I come and talk to you if there's nothing wrong?"

To be honest, I had a bit too much to drink tonight, and I just casually put my arm around her waist. Then my hand slid down, and she didn't dodge. Her slender waist swayed in my arms, as if she was deliberately teasing me.

I'm not exactly a saint. I make a living in this kind of place, and it's not like I haven't had affairs with the girls in nightclubs before. Now I sensed that Mary was deliberately seducing me. I lightly ran my hand over her legs a few times. She wore a short skirt under her blazer, and Mary was wearing thin stockings tonight. Her skin was smooth, and her muscles were very supple. I'd heard she had a habit of taking cold showers to maintain her figure. This woman was at least twenty-five or twenty-six years old, yet her figure was better than many girls in their early twenties.

Mary chuckled a few times, her hands seemingly resisting my seductive touch while simultaneously enticing me to go deeper. This seemingly contradictory gesture immediately made me understand her meaning. I simply slipped one hand inside her clothes, grabbing one of her ample breasts through her bra, and said absentmindedly, "Sister Mary, you're not deliberately trying to seduce me, are you?"

Mary chuckled twice, then slapped my hand away. "Little Fifth Brother, thanks for tonight." She was referring to the two groups of customers I'd sent her earlier. Sister Feng was right next to me then, and she must have rolled her eyes countless times watching the situation. But I didn't care. Sister Feng was A-Qiang's woman; why should I look after her?

“I’ll treat you to a late-night snack tonight. Cui Xiang Ge, let’s go there after get off work. All my girls want to thank you properly tonight.” Her eyes were alluring and seductive. I grinned mischievously, “All your girls want to thank me? I can’t possibly handle that all night. Not to mention anyone else, just you, Sister Mary, I’m afraid I wouldn’t be a match for you.”

Mary swiped her hand across my chest twice and chuckled, "Little Fifth Brother, stop teasing me. Everyone knows you've trained. With your physique, your future wife is going to be very lucky."

I scoffed, "Wife? Where would I get a wife...?"

Mary's eyes seemed to be brimming with tears, and she simply leaned into my arms: "Alright, Fifth Brother, at worst... I'll keep you company tonight?"

A thought struck me, and I became somewhat wary.

Although Mary is flirtatious, she mostly just puts on an act. People in this line of work can be groped and touched, but it's all just flirting; they rarely let anyone actually take advantage of them.

Why did she come to my door like this tonight? Is she trying to curry favor with me?

But if she wants to curry favor with me, she can just send one of her underlings; she doesn't need to come herself, right?

Sure enough, while I was lost in thought, Mary suddenly said, "Brother Wu, I have something to tell you. Could you help me? Two of Xiao Feng's girls want to switch sides and come work for me. You know Xiao Feng, she can't refuse you. Could you talk to her for me..." As she said this, she was practically whispering in my ear, her teeth lightly biting it twice, seemingly unintentionally. Suddenly, one hand grasped my penis and gently squeezed it a few times. Her movements were very subtle, neither too light nor too heavy, and her soft breasts rubbed against my body, igniting a fire within me.

Just as I couldn't resist grabbing her, Mary giggled and dodged away, looking at me with seductive eyes and saying in a sweet voice, "Little Fifth Brother, not now, I have to go to work... Don't mess up my clothes..."

I chuckled softly: "You little devil, you've got me all worked up, and now you're just going to let it go?"

A strange glint flashed in her eyes. She turned and locked the door, then swayed her hips as she walked to me, gently crouching down. Her slender hands deftly unzipped my jacket, then she looked up with a seductive smile, opening her mouth...