Book 1, Part 1: A Man's "Paradise" - Chapter 171
Ocean Heart Nightclub.
According to Hong Dai, this is one of the most upscale places in Hanoi.
Of course, this is only "one of" some of them, because even a fool knows that the truly top-tier, high-end venues are places you can't necessarily enter even if you have money! The "high-end" here only refers to ordinary people.
Truly top-tier establishments usually operate on a members-only basis. For example… back in China, there was Huan Ge's casino!
This is located on one of Hanoi's busiest streets, where large French signs are flashing neon lights. Because Vietnam was once a French colony, the entire country has a strong French colonial cultural atmosphere, and many upscale buildings have a French style.
Even the alphabet used in modern Vietnamese is largely based on the French alphabet.
Even upon entering, you can sense the sophisticated decor. Like many high-end venues in China, the blue lighting creates a dreamlike atmosphere. In this respect, the blue-toned decor and lighting perfectly match the name "Heart of the Ocean."
There's an entrance fee of twenty US dollars per person! That's quite expensive for a country like Vietnam!
Upon entering, past the reception desk, two neatly dressed waiters led us inside. Like most nightclubs, the entrance opened into a large hall, modeled after a performance center, with a stage about a meter high in the center, its lights flashing. Below, however, were discreetly placed but very comfortable seats: high-backed sofas. Soft velvet, combined with the cool, metallic tabletops that glowed with a slightly hazy light. Importantly, the sofas were semi-circular in shape. The backs were so high that you could sit there completely unseen by anyone around you.
The lighting in the entire hall was very dim, which made it even more exciting, like being in the dark!
After we sat down, the waiter immediately asked us in a low voice, "Would you like someone to accompany you?"
I laughed.
It seems that Vietnam really is a country where tourism relies heavily on China, because the waiters here all speak fluent Chinese!
It was still early, and the performance hadn't started yet. I noticed that most of the seats around me were occupied by guests, all neatly dressed and seemingly quite wealthy. However… they were almost all men.
Before we could even speak, the waiter cautiously informed us, "Tonight we have a performance by the famous XX band from Southeast Asia, along with a unique local show, song and dance performances, and a comedy show... We hope you all have a great time!" He then carefully presented us with a drinks menu. At the same time, he added respectfully with a smile, "By the way, there are VIP rooms in the back. If you're enjoying yourself in the main hall, you can invite your companions to continue in one of the rooms."
Xiluo was a little nervous; it seemed this was the kid's first time in such a setting. Hong Da, on the other hand, had already calmed down. After all, he was a drug dealer, and although he had just lost a bodyguard today, he had recovered his composure well.
As for me, after going through so much, returning to a nightclub like this today evokes a mix of emotions.
Looking at the respectful waiter, I felt as if I had been transported back to my days as a waiter in a glittering, opulent establishment. I smiled, casually pulled out a large red RMB bill, and said indifferently, "This is a tip for you."
The waiter immediately smiled happily, bowed, and said in an even more respectful tone, "Sir, would you like us to arrange some companionship for you? Our service is the best in all of Hanoi!"
I glanced at Hong Da, but he remained silent, neither confirming nor denying. I thought about it. Since we were in a place like this, if we didn't find someone to accompany us and just watched the performance... it would be too conspicuous.
Who would bother coming to a venue just to watch a simple performance?
It's like in ancient times, if you went to a brothel, ordered a table full of food and wine, but didn't hire any women... well, they weren't running a restaurant!
"OK," I replied briefly.
Five minutes later, the waiter returned, bringing with him a large harem of beautiful women...
If it's your first time visiting Vietnam, you'll find that even in a big city like Hanoi, you hardly see any beautiful women on the streets! It's really hard to find them!
But when you get to these high-end nightclubs in Vietnam, you'll be amazed: it turns out that all the beautiful women in Vietnam have gathered in these places!
First, led by a waiter, a row of about twenty girls stood neatly about two meters in front of us. I glanced at them briefly, and almost all of them were very pretty!
They are truly beautiful! Stunning figures, all dressed in matching red evening gowns—and all in very revealing styles, barely exposing their chests—each possessing an enviable physique… Seeing this scene will instantly overturn your impression of Vietnamese girls as thin and frail! Because, almost by sight, the girls here are all tall and voluptuous!
A wave of perfume wafted over, and then I heard more than twenty girls simultaneously call out something in soft voices, their voices gentle and carrying a touch of exotic charm…
I know they mostly say things like "Hello, boss," but they say it in Vietnamese.
The lighting was too dim, which made it difficult for me to observe their appearance, but that's alright...
The waiter behind me immediately and cleverly moved behind our sofa. He held a small, focused flashlight and shone it on each of the girls in front of us...
First, take pictures of the face, then the chest, then the waist and thighs... and then the next one!
The light lingered on each girl for about ten seconds. This waiter seems very "well-trained"!
To my surprise, more than half of these girls had very obvious mixed-race features!
But then Hong Da, with a smile, whispered in my ear, "Surprised, bro? Let me tell you. Many of the mixed-race beauties in Vietnam are... descendants of the French, and... the result of the atrocities committed by American soldiers during the Vietnam War, haha..."
From my perspective, having spent many years in high-end nightclubs in China, these girls in front of me are clearly top-notch! From their looks to their figures, they would definitely be considered "red-card" girls in China.
However, it is clear that here, they only belong to the most ordinary level.
Neither Hongda nor I spoke, while Xiluo was nervous.
The waiter behind us immediately misunderstood our meaning. He waved his hand, dismissing the group of girls. He clearly thought we were dissatisfied with them. These women were very professional, bowing respectfully in unison. They said something in soft, sweet voices, probably something like "Thank you, boss."
The waiter chuckled quietly, "Gentlemen, please wait a moment."
Half an hour later, I was completely awestruck by this place!
Although I consider myself to have been in the entertainment industry in China for many years, to be fair... if we're just talking about the quality of the girls, Ocean Heart Nightclub can almost beat any other place I know in China!
The girls here are divided into seven groups: red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and purple. Each group of girls is designated by their group's color, and the colors of their clothes perfectly match their group's color!
I did a rough calculation: if each group has forty girls, then seven groups would be... two hundred and eighty! And that's just for the day we arrived, those who worked that day! We're not counting those on rotating shifts!
Thinking back to China, even in Nanjing, having over a hundred hostesses was considered a "big place"!
More importantly, I truly never imagined seeing so many "beautiful women" in a nightclub. And by "beautiful women," I don't mean anything in particular; to be fair, they are indeed very pretty!
We randomly picked two groups, and the more we went, the more amazed I became! So many beautiful girls standing in front of you. And you know, if you're willing to pay, you can possess their beautiful bodies… Most of them are mixed-race, possessing the delicate features, tall figures, enthusiastic service, and that exotic charm unique to mixed-race individuals…
If it were you, and you suddenly saw so many mixed-race beauties standing in front of you, looking like they were waiting for you to pick them... you'd be dizzy too!
And the price of "picking flowers"...
After making some inquiries, I finally gained some understanding of "high-end" venues in Vietnam.
“One hundred yuan.” The waiter replied politely, “The group of staff you see here are our highest-paid service staff. Their service fee is one hundred yuan per hour. This is calculated in RMB… Of course, if you are willing to pay in US dollars or other currencies, we can also calculate it according to the official rate.”
I was speechless…
In China, a girl with this look could easily be a "top-tier" hostess in any establishment! And a very popular one at that. What's the price of a top-tier hostess in China? Basically, just accompanying you for drinks and karaoke, or sitting there, costs over 300 yuan. If you want to take her out for casual sex, she might not agree! Even if she does, she'll ask for at least 2,000 yuan!!
And here...
Seeing that I didn't speak, the waiter misunderstood me again. He leaned close to my ear and whispered, "Sir, our service charge covers 'all' services. If you feel uncomfortable in the lobby, you can move to a private room in the back."
Damn it, 100 yuan an hour for drinking, singing, and "circles and crosses"...
I suddenly remembered that awesome, legendary government slogan that Hong Da had told me.
"Sacrificing a generation of young girls for the prosperity of Vietnam's economy..."
Holy crap!
I sighed, pointed to the group of girls standing in front of me, and looked at them; there were about fifteen of them.
"Keep all of these here, and then give me two private rooms... the two biggest ones! I require an absolutely quiet environment... no disturbances whatsoever."
“Brother, you…” Hong Da was somewhat puzzled.
Although the sight of so many beautiful women with exotic charms was pleasing to the eye and quite alluring, we weren't here tonight! Xiluo, on the other hand, was clearly a little nervous…
The dozen or so girls each had a different look. It was probably a bit outrageous that three customers like us would order so many girls to accompany us.
I simply shook my head at the two of them, signaling them to listen to me. Hong Da had already gained absolute trust in me along the way; I had saved him several times, completely winning over this fat man. As for Xi Luo… he would certainly not object to any decision I made.
The waiter immediately led us out of the lobby. Although the evening's performance hadn't started yet, they were simply playing some music, with a band performing Vietnamese folk songs. Our group stood up and left the lobby to go inside without attracting any attention; after all, moving from the lobby to a private room was a common occurrence.
Perhaps there aren't many "generous" guests like us, because one waiter wasn't enough to serve us, and they brought over someone who looked like a supervisor. He was a very capable-looking man, around thirty years old, with a typical Southeast Asian appearance, somewhat dark and thin, but with a commanding presence; he was probably the boss here.
After passing through the hall, the area behind is semi-enclosed, with waiters "standing guard" at the door.
The floor was covered with a soft carpet, which felt very soft to the touch; it was probably made of camel hair. We walked through a wide corridor lined with private rooms of various sizes. However, it was still early, and no customers had started their shifts yet.
When you get to the very end, there's a turn, and then a sliding door.
The manager opened the door and smiled at us: "Please come in. This is our VIP room. Gentlemen, you can enjoy yourselves here. We guarantee no outsiders will disturb you."
He opened the door and went in first. Inside was also a corridor, but it was divided into two private rooms on the left and right.
The room on the left is the large private room, which is similar to a typical KTV—a place to sing—but decorated extremely luxuriously! The chandeliers are crystal, the sofas are made of top-quality velvet, and there's a huge screen in front! The entire room is about 100 square meters, with colorful lights in the center, so it can be transformed into a dance floor whenever guests want to have fun.
As for the private room on the right, the lights were off, and I only peeked inside. The room was decorated in a warmer, more inviting style, with a dark red color scheme—a color that can stir up desire… There were some obstructions, but the most obvious was the screen behind the sofa that you could see as soon as you entered…
Behind the screen, you can vaguely see a wide, soft chaise lounge. It's a chaise lounge that serves two purposes: you can lean back and rest... and of course, if you recline it, it's also spacious enough for "some kind of exercise."
Clearly, this private room was much smaller than the one on the left, but it was obviously designed for some special purpose: when guests got into the mood, they could bring the girls in and do whatever they wanted. I immediately spotted a glass cabinet next to it, containing some special "tools."
In short: This place is very professional!
As soon as I came in, I expressed my satisfaction to the head waiter, and then quickly ordered a lot of drinks. I didn't even glance at them, and immediately told the waiter to leave.
"Unless I give the order, please do not let anyone in to disturb us," I instructed the supervisor.
He smiled slightly, seemingly used to such scenes: "Rest assured, our reputation here is top-notch. We guarantee no one will disturb your enjoyable time."
After saying this, the waiter brought out the drinks, some tropical fruits, and some snacks. When they left, they closed the sliding door to the outer corridor behind them.
I went over to take a look, and this sliding door can be locked from the inside. Once the door is closed, the two private rooms inside, as well as the corridor between them, can practically be considered a separate "suite"!
I returned to the private room, where a dozen or so beautiful women were laughing and joking. They were all very enthusiastic, and many of them looked at the three of us men with teasing and curious eyes. It's probably not uncommon for three men to order services from over a dozen women here.
Hong Da looked somewhat bewildered, clearly not understanding my intention...
And Xiluo… damn, this kid's already getting nervous. I even have a slightly malicious suspicion that he might not be a virgin!
I waved and pulled over the tallest girl who was closest to me. She was wearing a purple dress and was very tall, at least 175 centimeters tall. She had an oval face, which was obviously an East Asian feature, but she had blue eyes and a high nose bridge, which were characteristics of a mixed-race person.
I pulled her aside and we ran together to turn on the karaoke machine.
I only glanced at the playlist on the computer screen, and I couldn't help but find it a little funny.
It seems Vietnam's tourism industry is overly reliant on China! Because the song list here, apart from a few local Vietnamese songs... the vast majority are Chinese songs!
Even more outrageous, they even had some old Chinese songs! Things like "Late Love," "Goodbye Kiss," and so on… What even made me laugh was that I randomly selected a song, and it turned out to be "I Love Wuzhishan, I Love Wanquan River"…
Damn! Looks like our country's horny guys have been coming to Vietnam quite a few times for a good time!
Aside from the fact that the women serving here are all of Vietnamese mixed race, I almost thought I was in a nightclub in China!
I selected a whole screen full of songs in one go, then told the girl next to me to open all the bottles of alcohol! Finally, I pulled the girl aside and asked with a smile, "What's your name?"
The girl next to me seemed to not understand Chinese very well this time, so I repeated it very slowly before she could barely understand.
The music was a bit loud, and I didn't catch her name. It was probably something like Nguyen something; Nguyen is a common surname in Vietnam, and most girls in this line of work wouldn't give their real names. I chuckled and put my arm around her waist, deliberately pinching her soft, smooth waist.
Having been through the motions in this industry, it was easy for me to find out the girl's background. But what surprised me was that this young lady was actually quite formidable!
She has French ancestry; her grandfather was reportedly French. She speaks fluent French and is proficient in the language, not to mention Vietnamese... Finally, due to "professional needs," she also knows some Chinese!