"Chi chi chi chi."
A solid wood bed imported from Europe and worth 100,000 yuan was squeaking.
"Go, go, go!"
A spider was hiding under the bed and shivering.
"do not move!"
"Police inspection!"
Causeway Bay.
A certain dance hall.
Yuan Haoyun walked into the song and dance hall with a dozen O Ji brothers and held their IDs and shouted loudly.
"Turn on the lights!"
"Turn off the music!"
"Everyone in the hall squat down!"
"Open all the box doors!"
"Men on the left, women on the right, stand separately!"
"We need to check the identity cards of each one. Anyone who dares to move will be detained directly!"
"Who is your person in charge? Let him come out to see me."
Yuan Haoyun was holding his ID and wearing a suit, walking at the front.
A group of waiters who came over were forced into a corner by more than a dozen O brothers.
Afterwards, all the members of Team O walked into the middle dance floor and scattered the men and women on the dance floor.
With a crash, the spectators immediately swarmed up and quickly surrounded the dance floor, causing chaos in the ballroom and making many guests who came out to play feel scared.
The person in charge of this bar and the little boss of a certain restaurant in Liansheng quickly put down the wine glasses in their hands, stood up from the soft seats and shouted: "Sir, do you want to play so big?"
"Just check out a few brothers! Don't interfere with the guests' fun..."
"It doesn't matter if you trouble us, but what others spend is real money, and everyone is a taxpayer. You can't embarrass them, right?"
The little leader shrugged his shoulders and spoke loudly.
Yuan Haoyun sneered, grabbed the standing microphone in front of him, took two steps forward, and shouted angrily: "Am I not speaking loud enough?"
"I want you to turn on the lights! Everyone squat down and stand up! Does anyone hear you?"
"Did you hear that!!!"
Yuan Haoyun's already rough voice grabbed the microphone and roared, and his magical power of lion's roar immediately erupted.
The guests at the scene quickly covered their ears, and even the mazai and the service industry were overwhelmed. Their faces showed pain, and their facial features were squeezed together, looking like they had eaten shit.
The dancers and singers who were originally wearing red dresses and heavy makeup were squatting next to the dance floor, their faces turned pale from the shock of the sound.
In the 1980s, song and dance halls were already traditional entertainment projects.
There are dancers, singers, and a bit of old-fashioned style.
The big boss can reward the singers and dancers by ordering wine, singing, and sending flowers in exchange for a night of spring supper.
Of course, regardless of bars, nightclubs, or dance halls, they are all the same.
And Yuan Haoyun was wearing a suit, holding a microphone, and although his roar was violent, it was really like a typhoon. Several dancers squatted nearby and watched with their eyes shining, and they thought to themselves: "If this guy comes to sing! Wouldn't he be earning his own life?"
The little leader He Liansheng dug his ears, gritted his teeth, and turned around and shouted: "Everyone, hurry up and turn on all the lights! Do as Sir said!"
"Roger it! Boss!" The horses in the field raised their hands in response.
Then all the lights in the dance hall were turned on, and the originally dark and ambiguous environment suddenly became bright and dazzling. After the men and women in the song and dance hall were exposed to the light, their expressions were a little embarrassed.
This is probably a bit like a prostitute who is in the middle of a fierce battle and is suddenly lifted off the quilt by the police. It makes people feel at a loss.
When the lights were turned on in the dance hall, all kinds of wine bottles, cigarette butts, tissues, and bras were strewn all over the floor. It was really a mess.
This is not noticeable when the lights are turned off, but it is really annoying when the lights are turned on.
The most important thing is that when the lights are turned on, the sexy and beautiful little girls wearing heavy make-up suddenly turn into pork chop faces. There are only a few who are really good-looking. The world is really sad.
Ma Zi and the guests squatted down with their heads in their hands, while the police officers came forward to check their ID cards. After checking, they politely returned their ID cards to them.
"Sir, do you want to smoke?" The little boss smiled and stepped forward to offer a cigarette.
"Slap your mother on the head." Yuan Haoyun glared at him and answered more simply and roughly.
Although Sir Yuan usually smokes, he does not smoke every cigarette handed to him.
"Haha, forget it if you don't smoke." The little boss took a cigarette in his mouth, took two steps back and wanted to light it, but another waiter raised his hand to take it off, threw it on the ground, crushed it hard with the sole of his shoe, and looked straight at Looking at him.
The little boss smiled, stopped talking, and made no other actions.
At the same time, police officers were also conducting body searches on some horse boys and suspicious-looking people.
Bars, toilets, and warehouses were also within the scope of the police search.
Ten minutes later.
One police officer came to report: "Sir, no minors were found."
"The white powder drug dealer was not found."
"There is no stock at the bar or warehouse."
Yuan Haoyun raised his head and glanced at the little boss, who smiled at him.
In fact, when the police conducted a surprise inspection, there were horsemen on the roadside who saw the door before entering, and they had already sent wind to the people inside.
Of course, such a short-distance air supply is essentially useless.
But during this period, both the black and white knew that Sir Zhuang was in charge, so they had to give Sir Zhuang some face no matter what.
The leader of each club's hall ordered the halls below to be more restrained, so each place began to regulate business.
Haha, they said they were trying to save Mr. Zhuang's face, but in fact they were afraid of getting into trouble, so they didn't dare to sell white powder there, let alone let minors in.
In the past few days, many wealthy students have been complaining, complaining every day that there is no place to play with big sisters and young ladies.
"Sir."
"I said we are doing business legally, right?" At this time, the little boss came up and said with a proud face.
Yuan Haoyun glanced at him up and down: "Are you the person in charge here?"
"Yes."
"I am the person in charge here, please call me Dongguadong!" Dongguadong said while pulling his leg.
Yuan Haoyun patted him on the shoulder and smiled: "Do a good job."
"let's go."
With a wave of his hand, he led the brothers O Ji, who each had their hands on their waists and stern expressions, out of the dance hall.
Dongguadong quickly raised his hand and shouted at the back of the door: "Sir, you are welcome to come and play again next time."
"Hehehe."
Yuan Haoyun laughed when he heard the voice.
He can guarantee that "Winter Melon Dong" will regret saying these words today in the future. Unfortunately, it is useless even if "Dong Gua Dong" regrets.
"Bosses, keep playing, keep playing."
In the ballroom.
The lights were turned on again, and Dong Gua Dong greeted the guests.
Afterwards, the showgirls and dancers returned to the stage, and the men and women returned to their seats to continue playing, drinking, and touching each other. Everything seemed to be back to normal.
But today, Liansheng and Liansheng encountered inspections and inspections, but it was not just this song and dance hall.
Causeway Bay, Queen's Road, Hong Kong Island.
Loufeng, stables, gambling stalls, dance halls.
The same slogan rang out in all venues under the Liansheng banner.
"Police inspection!"
"Everyone hold their heads and squat down!"
