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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 sti
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