Wealth

The song and dance hall in the hotel is not small and can fit two hundred people, not to mention that Tong Xiaoyun’s classmates and friends have only come to fifty or sixty, so there are a lot of people who hug and dance together, and they are dark. There are also talkers in the seats.

I don’t know what the purpose is. The seats in the dance hall are separated by translucent frosted glass. Sitting inside, you can just see the center stage outside, which is much higher than the ground, but you won’t see it. Other people who are also sitting elsewhere are very private.

However, due to the lighting problem on the stage, although I was condescending, I couldn't see the situation below clearly.

Fan Wubing sat with Tong Xiaoyun, watching the scene on the stage while looking around, and found that there were people everywhere, but he didn't know what people were doing inside, and Ronglong's music also covered up what might be emitted. Various sounds.

"Hey, what do you think they are doing?" Fan Wubing didn't say anything, and asked casually.

Tong Xiaoyun drank a drink and ate the melon seeds, glanced aside boredly, and answered without angrily, "What else can I do? Hurry up and make up for the things I didn't have time to do when I was in school?"

When I was in junior high school, I was silly, and the teacher was very strict. Only when I was a little budding, I was strangled in the cradle by the extinction teachers. After I went to high school, I was a key high school. I was nervous with homework and I didn’t have much time to go. Talk about love, so everyone's mind is buried. Now they are all mixed into universities or into society, and they have more knowledge, and there is nothing to do and nothing to do. I am confident in my heart, so this is the belief of many people to seize the time and have fun in time.

"Hehe, there is nothing you can do in this place." Fan Wubing heard Tong Xiaoyun's words, and suddenly had a bit of Coke, and said to her with a smile.

"What can't be done here, can I go back to the room later," Tong Xiaoyun replied.

after awhile. Then an organizer came over and called everyone to go and jump over. The headlights were changed. The demons danced in the hall, and the colored lights that revolved like a revolving lantern dragged people's shadows into shape, like little monsters.

Tong Xiaoyun was also twisting on the stage, her long hair fluttering around, Fan Wubing stood by her side and walked back and forth, following the light's brightening and dimming. It was changing position as if it was teleporting, which looked very strange.

I don't know who pulled up a solid wood chair and jumped around the chair to make various difficult movements, which immediately evoked a shout of applause. When Tong Xiaoyun saw the man, there was a ugly expression on Tong Xiaoyun's face suddenly. Then he pulled Fan Wuyao over and said, "Hey, can you do me a favor and suppress the limelight of that chair dancing guy?"

It was too noisy inside. Fan Wubing listened to Tong Xiaoyun yelling twice before he understood what she wanted to do, so he nodded. I also pulled a solid wood chair, grabbed the back of the chair and played handstand, the variety of tricks was jaw-dropping.

Fan Wubing played hip-hop afterwards. Of course, it has a lot more moves than the children nowadays, and it's more admirable. After such a joke, there was a burst of exclamation. Everyone Watching around there.

After jumping for a while. The style of the music suddenly changed. It was a bit violent. The dull metal crashing and the cracking glass sounded one after another, and there were some guns and guns. Fan Wubian immediately changed it after hearing this kind of music. Just now, he began to toss up the chair. First, he chopped off the chair with a palm, splitting the chair in half. Then lift the chair with both hands up for a point. He broke the chair to pieces without a second. A hard-wood chair turned into a pile of shredded wood, thrown everywhere, messy.

When the music was over, and when the lights came on, everyone looked at Fan Wubing with a little astonishment. It is hard to imagine that he tore a solid wood chair with his bare hands. Is this still a human thing?

Someone deliberately looked at the broken wood on the ground. It turned out to be a real solid wood with a hard texture.

"Wow, Xiaoyun!" A female classmate said to Tong Xiaoyun, who was also a little surprised, "Your boyfriend is so handsome! Have you learned kung fu?"

Tong Xiaoyun looked at Fan Wubing, then looked at the female classmate who was obviously a nymphomaniac, and snorted, "What is handsome? That's cool L, L! Also, what kind of kung fu you asked about on bed? Does Kung Fu count?"

"Damn!" the girl suddenly yelled in a fuss. "I haven't seen you in two years. Are you vulgar anymore?!"

After Fan Wubing came back, he took two sips of draft beer, and then asked Tong Xiaoyun, "How is it, the effect is okay?"

Tong Xiaoyun thought that the effect was not okay, but it was too shocking. It is estimated that among her classmates, it will be spread for at least a while, saying that Tong Xiaoyun’s boyfriend is a violent maniac who tore a solid wood chair with his bare hands. A girl with a heavy taste is probably not enough to deal with it.

"You can't be a little low-key? If it's just dancing in front, it's better. Why do you have to take the chair apart and frighten everyone!" Tong Xiaoyun said complainingly.

The ballroom changed to a more soothing tune. It sounded a bit drowsy. Everyone moved for a while and drew back into their seats lazily. After a while, the outside door was covered by the door. Pushing open a seam, then a young man came in, harassing the person in the seat one by one, taking out a bag of things from his arms from time to time, handing it to the person in the seat, and then changing it back. After the bills, he looked for the next target with a smile.

"Where is that person?" Tong Xiaoyun asked the young man unclearly when she saw the young man.

Although Fan Wubing didn't know what that person did, he had always heard that these places always had some special services. Of course, there must be no pimps in this kind of dance hall. It should be selling something like ecstasy or marijuana flour, so he said, "It's probably a drug dealer."

Drug abuse has always been repeatedly banned, especially for those nouveau riche who have a little money, they are eager to try all kinds of new things, in addition to playing cars and women, Playing with drugs is naturally unavoidable, but the magic power of this thing is too great. Generally speaking, you can’t get rid of it. People who end up sucking the land and ruining their lives abound. Of course, there are also some people who are taking drugs. After becoming addicted, he automatically becomes a drug dealer, and uses the income from drug trafficking to support himself for taking drugs, thus forming a complete industrial chain.

While talking, the young man walked over and asked, "Brother, are you skating?"

Tong Xiaoyun was about to refuse. Fan Wuyao stopped her, took out three hundred yuan and handed it to the young man, then took a small packet of white flour from his hand, leaned in front of his nose and smelled it, then nodded.

The young man made a business, turned his head and went to find the next target.

"Why are you still buying his stuff? Drugs, both buyers and sellers must be held accountable!" Tong Xiaoyun of course knows the dangers of drugs. Every year, there is an anti-drug propaganda on campus. The pictures and texts are very detailed, especially when you look at it. Tong Xiaoyun felt chills all over the propaganda materials of those desperate addicts who suffered from various incurable diseases because of drug abuse.

Therefore, when Fan Wuyao bought the drugs in the hands of the young man, she felt a little uneasy. Could it be that he did this too?

"Spend a little money~www.wuxiaspot.com~ to avoid trouble." Fan Wubing said to Tong Xiaoyun.

Drugs are hard to come by, and it is impossible to put it on the surface, but since this person has done business in the hotel, it means that the hotel knows it, at least tacitly agrees, and it’s hard to say that there is a relationship between them. There is no joint relationship.

In fact, in most hotels and entertainment venues, you can find drug traffickers. First, there are a lot of migrants here. Once something goes wrong, the organizer can return cleanly. It’s not that we don’t try our best. The staff is too complex to be able to handle.

The police can also use the same reason to deal with the public. The floating population is large, the surveillance is not strong, and the police force is insufficient. They emphasize that this is a social problem and cannot be solved by the police alone.

In fact, without a protective umbrella, it is basically impossible to sell drugs semi-openly.

In this kind of place, Fan Wubing didn’t want to make himself look too different. In case something happened, the government would be very easy to deal with, and the police would also be very easy to deal with. Underground forces are the most troublesome thing. Unless you are a black and white super tycoon, it is better to keep a low profile.

What's more, there is a Tong Xiaoyun next to Fan Wuyi, who is a family friend, and has a special relationship, so he can't help but hesitate.

But things are often weird. When you want to be low-key, you can't be low-key.

With a "bang----" the door was knocked open, and a dozen police officers rushed in.

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