Li Wenjun said: "Just say we don't have time. The schedule is full."
A desperate politician who has never met before, what is there to see now?
Pure waste of time.
Tang Zhaonian frowned: "Are you sure?"
Li Wenjun: "Yeah."
Tang Zhaonian replied as Li Wenjun said, suddenly feeling relieved.
"Damn, I have been rejected by him so many times, and it feels so good to finally reject him!!"
Li Wenjun smiled: I am not a philanthropist. This guy is probably looking for a way out or for support.
"Come on, it's too boring just to see these. Big brother will take you to open your eyes." Tang Zhaonian rubbed his hands and said, "90 years ago, you couldn't see it even here. Because it was not allowed by their church. So if you want to see it, you can only see it. I went to see private parties at rich people’s houses. It’s only been in the past two years that I’ve been able to perform in public and on stage.”
Li Wenjun probably guessed what it was, but in order not to disappoint Tang Zhaonian, he could only pretend to be very excited: "What is it? A striptease?"
Tang Zhaonian grinned: "It's not that vulgar. Do you want to see it? I won't tell you, you will know later."
Then they arrived at a nightclub.
It is said to be a nightclub, but in fact it is a hotel with a stage in the middle. Everyone sits around and eats. It serves traditional Turkish dishes, such as barbecue, paella, grilled lamb intestines, fried vegetables and so on.
Tang Zhaonian had reserved seats early in the morning, so they sat in the seats closest to the middle.
He seemed to be possessed by Tao Guangming today as he introduced to Li Wenjun eloquently: "Turkish food is one of the three major cuisines in the world, the other two are Chinese food and French food."
Li Wenjun was very cooperative and kept nodding: "Okay, okay, very good."
He usually talks a lot, but it can be seen that he is holding them all back, and he will not let go of an opportunity to show off in front of him.
While waiting for the food to be served, Li Wenjun received a text message from Yang Shouzhuo: "It's basically done, I'm just waiting to go through the motions. Come back as soon as you're done wandering around, we have to work here too."
Li Wenjun smiled: This guy has a lot of energy.
Then I put down my phone and the dishes were served one by one.
I have to say that the fat and oily Turkish barbecue and the strong raki wine are a perfect match.
This raki is also amazing, a 45-proof spirit made from grapes and anise. Most people who can't stand it will dilute it with water before drinking it. The originally clear and pure wine turns milky white when water is added, so it is also commonly known as "lion milk".
Only a man like a lion can drink wine.
Tang Zhaonian said: "Come and do it. Ah, no, you can't do it. You won't be able to watch the show I talked about when you get drunk."
Li Wenjun: "That's okay. The worst thing is to add more water."
Then the two of them clinked their glasses and drank it down. The wine was so strong that they took several bites of barbecue before they recovered.
Tang Zhaonian patted him on the shoulder and smiled: "Street boy, this is what we call enjoying life. Otherwise, what's the use of making money?"
Then a man holding a tambourine came in from the back and sat on the carpet in the middle.
The man beat the drum, and everyone inside fell silent.
Then a man holding Qin and a beautiful woman in a waist-baring dance skirt walked into the middle.
When a woman opens her arms and bends down to bow, she is already very charming.
After all, the breast enlargement, slim waist, waistcoat line, and mermaid line that look like a plastic surgery template have already made people imagine.
The men clapped wildly with excitement.
It is indeed belly dancing...
Tang Zhaonian winked at Li Wenjun: "You haven't seen it, haven't you? This woman is not simple, she is known as the Queen of Turkish Belly Dance. Although belly dance originated in Egypt, it has been carried forward in Turkey."
Li Wenjun nodded: "Yes, yes."
Before his rebirth, he also arranged for the "Belly Dance Princess" to hold a solo performance in China.
Then the drum beat sounded again and everyone fell silent again.
The dancer began her dreamlike performance on it.
Li Wenjun has always admired belly dancers. They can freely control every muscle in their bodies, which is simply the ultimate in human body control.
It can be seen that no matter what you do, as long as you do it to the extreme, you can get amazing results.
The drum beats get faster and faster, and the dancers perform an average of more than two hundred steps per minute.
Gorgeous but not seductive, exposed but not sexy. There is strength everywhere but invincible femininity.
Then there was applause one after another, and some people started throwing money on it.
There are American knives, British pounds, and various banknotes.
Originally, this city was a tourist city with a long history spanning two continents, and the Turkish Strait next to it was also a place where various people came and went.
So, it's not surprising.
And in this kind of nightclub, it is allowed to throw money at the dancers.
After all, it is an expression of praise and reward for the dancers.
Compared to throwing flowers, throwing banknotes is more direct and practical.
Dancers also mainly rely on this to make money.
Tang Zhaonian dug out his wallet, took out the pounds and Hong Kong paper and threw them in the middle.
The dancer deliberately danced in front of them so that they could clearly see her flexible waist and the beating of every inch of her skin.
This ultimate beauty and ultimate sense of control are unmatched by other dances, and almost no man can resist it.
The blood all over Tang Zhaonian's body seemed to be on fire, and he smiled like a fool.
The other men were already intoxicated.
Li Wenjun admired the performance with a smile and found the dancers very charming.
After a dance, the dancers go down to rest.
The audience seemed to be in a dream and couldn't escape.
Li Wenjun looked at his watch: It's past nine o'clock.
If you keep playing, you will have to meet someone tomorrow morning smelling of alcohol and with two thick black circles under your eyes.
As a person who has been in the shopping mall for a long time, he knows that this is a taboo.
"Go back." Li Wenjun said to Tang Zhaonian.
Although Tang Zhaonian was still unfinished, he could only say: "Okay."
Li Wenjun smiled: "When we finish our work, I'll ask you to come again."
Tang Zhaonian pointed at Li Wenjun and smiled with narrowed eyes: "You street boy, you are still sensible."
They get up, pay, and go out.
Immediately, several bodyguards in suits and sunglasses surrounded him and said in English: "Mr. Tang Zhaonian. Mr. Erza wants to see you."
Li Wenjun secretly laughed: It seems that we are at the end of our rope, and we have all come here to catch up.
Tang Zhaonian pursed his lips: As a person from mixed society, this is one of his least favorite ways to meet people.
Li Wenjun patted him on the shoulder and replied to those people: "Since Mr. Erza is so enthusiastic, let's meet him. You lead the way and we will follow in the car."
The other party took them to a suite in a five-star hotel.
Li Wenjun was funny: It was so grand and I thought Erza lived in some mysterious place, but it turned out they were staying in a hotel.
