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So what if I am unwilling? I am the person with the least right to speak in the entire capital of dreams, and I can command anyone who wants, not to mention Guo Liang, who is my team leader! Even if he was ten thousand times dissatisfied, he would have to hide it in his heart and obediently drop it into the kitchen.

When the waiter saw me coming, he didn't even ask me what I was doing. He just called me over and told me to push the dining car to the second floor's' Flying Frost 'box. He also told me to send it over.

She pushed the dining car to the second floor and arrived at the Frost Room. The waiter knocked on the door and gave her a delivery. When she heard the reply from inside, she opened the door and let me in.

Inside the Frost Room.

The hot spring pool is floating red rose petals, the two men are sitting inside, beside them are hugging the two young misses, and there is even a massage from behind, this treatment is really not bad, I want to go in and take a bath now. I pushed the dining car to the side of the table, and the attendants in the room helped me to bring the food over.

The man sitting in the pool said arrogantly: "Sister Mei! "You're not giving me any face at all. We're all regular customers of the Dream Capital, so why is it so difficult to get her to accompany us in a bath today?"

Sister Mei is the old procuress here, I know her, she is already over 30 years old. Usually, she would put on airs in front of these waiters and waitresses, and the one who lightly sucked was a waitress.

"Is that so?" The man pinched the pretty girl's chest, "I didn't see how I knew what you said was true."

Sister Mei said with a troubled face: "This … That's not so good... "That thing isn't anything good …"

"Come here!" The man pointed at the choked waiter and said, "It's fine to pinch my shoulder, right?"

The girl was obviously unwilling. She stood at her original spot without moving and Sister Mei gave her a push and said: "Go! You don't even know how to massage your shoulders? Why should I raise you? " As he spoke, he even gave the girl a push.

The girl in the qipao walked past the hot spring pool and arrived behind the man. She squatted down and reached out her hand to pinch the man's shoulder. The man grabbed onto the girl's hand and forcefully threw her into the hot spring pool.

The girl tried to stand up in the pool, but she probably slipped and sat inside again, which brought laughter from the two men and laughter from the hookers who were bathing together.

The girl who was thrown into the hot spring pool held onto the stone wall of the hot spring pool and slowly stood up. Sister Mei glared at her and scolded, "You can't even massage your shoulders, what are you doing here? Get the hell out of here! "

The girl felt wronged and said, "Sister Mei... "Sorry …" The two men laughed even louder. Sister Mei pretended to be a third grandson to apologize to the others, but in the end, the two men got tired of listening to him and waved him off.

There were still two attendants left in the room. They wore qipao and stood beside the hot spring pool and inside the hot spring pool, there were two young miss who were being embraced by the man while massaging their legs. Behind the two men, there were two other young ladies massaging their backs. Emperor!

I put away everything on the dining car and left the box. These waiters had no status at all in front of the guests, which made me feel really bad. When I took the elevator to the kitchen on the first floor, I saw listening pushing another dining car out. I asked her where she was going and she told me to deliver it to Dawn's private room.

Seeing that she was so tired, I took the initiative to help her deliver it. The listening did not hold back and gave me the dining car filled with food, so I let her push the empty dining car to find a place to rest for a while. After a while, I returned to the kitchen so that I wouldn't be sent out again.

There were four or five women in the room bathing in the hot spring, and the waiters in the room were all men. They really knew how to match each other. It was the first time I had ever seen a microphone karaoke in a hot spring. It was fun.

After sending off a few meals, it was already 2: 30 in the morning. listening and I could finally relax for a while and eat supper in the lounge.

There was also a young lad who ate with us, called Dazhuang. I told listening that I saw what had happened in the private room, and Dazhuang also heard it. He hurriedly stopped me, and if someone else were to hear it, I would be in trouble, and all I could see was that I knew about it. Furthermore, this kind of thing isn't something that's common, and it's very common.

Dazhuang couldn't control himself as he spoke, he told us everything that had happened in the past. There was someone who was a young lady and had been here for a while, she was quite pretty and had a good figure. Always popular. There were also more returning customers.

At that time, there was a boss surnamed Zhang who came one day with a few friends after drinking too much. He wanted to find this girl by name, but this girl happened to be having a period that day, so it wasn't convenient for him to receive her. Boss Zhang was not happy. He forcefully dragged her into the room and they raped her.

A gang rape! It was unclear how much money he had given the woman to pacify her. In any case, the woman did not dare to make a sound, and could only endure the anger herself. The Sister Mei didn't dare to protect her anymore. She was probably scared and didn't want to come the next day, so she left the matter at that.

When I heard this, my jaw dropped, even the listening was dumbfounded.

I asked Dazhuang, why didn't he find someone from Dreamburg to watch over the scene when the woman was raped? No one cared?

Dazhuang looked at me with disdain. Tell me that the spectators are here to help the prostitutes? In order to curry favor with the customers, they wouldn't help the clients. It was impossible for them to help that prostitute. In the capital of dreams, money was always the boss, and tricks were always a skill, so the one thing they needed the most was to sell.

listening looked at me, a trace of fear flashing past his eyes. I really don't understand these places of entertainment, could it be that all these people are like this? The thugs in the other entertainment venues also taught their own people a lesson? It was indeed too cold-hearted.

As Dazhuang and I were chatting, Guo Liang walked in and quickly shut his mouth. He isn't a member of our group, so it wouldn't be good for Guo Liang to directly scold him.

When Guo Liang saw that the lunchbox in listening's hands was empty, he said to him, "You should be full. The people from the 'Hearing Rain' box want you to go over."

"Huh?" listening opened his mouth wide and asked: "Let me go over there... Dry... What to do... Bro Liang, are you sure it's me? "

"It's you." Guo Liang held his phone and said: "The customers have all taken out the photos. The guests that came to greet you at the entrance just now asked you to come and drink a cup with them."

"I …" listening said in a low voice: "I don't want to go."

"If you don't want to go, then don't go?" Guo Liang glared and roared: It's just drinking a few cups of wine, hurry up and go.

listening knew that it was useless to drag me out. He glanced at me before he lowered his head and left the resting room.

Guo Liang said to me: "Don't be idle, they have already ordered their meal, you can go to the kitchen and push it over."

I hastily left the Rest House and caught up with the listening in two steps to tell him that the men would usually drink first. If it was beer, you wouldn't drink it, and I definitely wouldn't ask for it. You might as well take a step back and tell them directly that if you don't want to drink low quality wine, you still have to drink high quality wine.

listening looked at me doubtfully. I also stressed on telling listening that he must let them feel that you were different from other women. He must make them feel pressured so that they won't dare to touch you.

Actually, this is a common problem among all men. If I brought 66 people, hadrons, and a young lady to drink a sauna, when I bring a beer to a beauty, she would just throw the beer aside and say that I'm not a good person. I would definitely feel humiliated. In this situation, there are usually two possibilities for men. First, rage! Second, she felt embarrassed and wanted to buy some wine to help her drink. But before she did that, she had to consider her wallet and whether it was worth it.

When I got to the kitchen, I asked the waiter which car was the food in the "Listening to the Rain" box. The waiter told me to wait. When we arrived at the Dream Capital, I became more familiar with the listening. I was a little worried that the people inside would use violence against the listening, since the Dream Capital is such a big environment, no one would pity the waiters here. If those customers were familiar with it, they would definitely be extremely arrogant and despotic.

I saw that the chef's movements were as slow as a snail. I was even more anxious than the customers. It's not like I'm in my seventies or eighties.

F * ck!

After waiting for almost five minutes, he finally finished preparing all the food and placed it on the dining car for me to push away. I quickly pushed the cart towards the elevator as if I was using oil under my feet. The 'Hearing Rain' box was on the third floor, I secretly prayed that the people inside weren't too bad, otherwise the listening would be in trouble.

The one who stood outside the door was a waiter. I asked her if the listening had just entered.

The woman said she'd been in for a few minutes, and I told her to knock on the door.

At this moment, I knocked on the door a few times, but there was no response. I wanted to f * cking kick the door in, but … It's just a thought. I'm not that impulsive, I'm not that stupid, that's all. How can I give up my great goal for the sake of a waiter? I stood at the door for almost a minute before I heard the sound of someone letting me in.

This minute was getting harder and harder to bear than an hour. I realised that there was still a little bit of justice in my bones.