It's one o'clock in the night.

The performance in the hall ended early at 10 o'clock. Now the lights are completely dimmed, and only various colored lights are flashing.

The City of Never Sleeping has now entered the most time of the day.

Everyone rushed to the hall and started dancing. The red men and green women with ulterior motives hid at the booth and table next to the dance floor, and drank a glass of strong wine with ambiguous smile.

In the bathroom in the city never sleeps.

In Linhai, a third-tier city, the city never sleeps is the highest-end nightclub.

The boss was the first group of people who worked in the karaoke industry in the 1990s. At that time, Karaoke was still a new thing. As long as it was opened, you could basically make a fortune.

After completing the accumulation of the first pot of gold, the boss began to continuously expand his entertainment career.

From renting the site at the beginning to buying land to building a building later.

From the initial simple karaokes with rooms to the later karaokes with halls for dancing, to now, a comprehensive nightclub with performance halls and various activities every night, the Never Sleep City is considered the leader of the entertainment industry in Linhai City.

Every night, the parking lot can always be stuffed slowly. Under the dim lights of the hall or private room, accompanied by harsh music and singing even louder than the howling of the wolf, the parking lots of wine are poured into their stomachs like boiled water. They do not ask for the most expensive, but ask for the drunkenness.

The City of Never Sleep was newly built more than a year ago. There are more than 800 Karaok private rooms alone, and even in F Province, it is still on the top of the list.

The interior decoration actually takes a luxurious route, using various gold, black, purple, etc., even in the bathroom, it also creates a magnificent and cheesy shit like urine.

Private rooms generally have separate bathrooms, but there are no private rooms on the lobby and some small private rooms on the first floor.

Therefore, next to the lobby on the first floor, there is a dedicated public toilet.

Wang Dazui, wearing the uniform of the waiter, stood in a corner of the bathroom, took out hot white hand towels from a wall-type steaming machine, folded them into triangles, and placed them neatly in a tray.

This is just like doing housework in the army. After folding it, he carefully used a shelf to repair the edges, striving to make these snow-white hand towels look as pleasing to the eye like a layered cake.

Next to this tray is another pallet, which contains some zero tickets, two or three, five yuan, one yuan, and some one yuan.

Wang Datong has actually stopped working as a security guard.

I applied to transfer to the bathroom because I would get some salary in the bathroom, and there would be tips here. I was lucky and could charge 180 yuan a night, and I would have 20 to 30 yuan if I was lucky.

Adding up the salary is already quite considerable.

A middle-aged man wearing black short-sleeved shirts and trousers, with a greasy face and a fat waist, walked in like two swimming rings, and first ran to the compartment to close the door.

Soon, the sound of vomiting like a pig slaughtered echoed on the ceiling of the bathroom. Even through the door, you could still smell a fermented lees.

A few minutes later, the middle-aged man opened the door, walked to the sink, started washing his hands under the golden faucet, and poured water on his head, which had not many hairs from time to time.

Wang Dazui glanced at the compartment. The toilet and the floor were covered with dirty vomit. Judging from the color of the vomit, this guy must have drunk a lot of red wine that was offered tonight in the hall.

That thing is priced at 399 per bottle here, but in fact, it is purchased at 39 per bottle...

He not only felt sorry for this guy's stomach.

Of course, I feel sorry for myself.

Because after this man left, he would immediately take a mop and a broom to clean up the pile of things that even the middle-aged fat man would feel disgusted when he saw it.

Taking advantage of the opportunity of the middle-aged fat man washing his face, he quickly picked up a hot towel with a clip and walked to the fat man and waited.

After some cold water, the fat man seemed to have recovered a lot, and the blood bars of the fighting power of the bar are constantly recovering.

He shook his head suddenly in front of the mirror, like a sandpie who had just gotten up from the water shaking the water stains on his body.

He gathered his soul that had been dispersed by alcohol, encouraged himself, and told him that he could fight him for another three hundred rounds.

There were two young girls sitting in the booth outside. They had their first time to drink tonight. Now this is a fierce moment of attacking the mountain. They will never return until they have lost Loulan. How can they fall on the way to charge before they get started?

"Boss, I'll use a towel to wipe my face. The hot towel is very refreshing."

Wang Dazui handed the towel over very considerately.

The middle-aged fat man was slightly stunned at first, stared at the hot towel for about a second, then grabbed it, spread it out, and applied it to the old face that was still whispering oil like Daqing Oilfield even after just washing his face.

Then he raised his head, pressed his hands on the towel, and let out a moan like a **: "Comfortable...ah!"

More than ten seconds later, the middle-aged fat man pressed the towel, just like a waiter in a restaurant who was wiping the table with a rag in a restaurant to clean the soup, rubbed his face several times, and finally threw the towel covered with oil on his face on the sink. He felt like his soul returned to his position, just like a loving guest who left after a while in a brothel, his face was full of satisfaction.

"good."

He took out the deformed black wallet from behind his round butt with satisfaction and opened it.

As careful as archaeology, it churned in the pile of hundred-dollar bills for a long time. The middle-aged fat man's little eyes suddenly lit up, as if he had discovered Columbus from the New World.

He grabbed two fingers and pulled out a wrinkled two-yuan bill, threw it into the basin generously, and then said with a generous look on his face: "Reward you!"

Turning around to walk towards the door, he suddenly came to his senses, as flexible as a monkey on Huaguo Mountain, instantly returned to the bathroom, grabbed a new hot towel, opened it skillfully, and pasted it onto the land of his fertile Daqing Oilfield again...

"Oh... it's great!"

The middle-aged fat man was finally satisfied. He reluctantly threw down his hand towel for the second time, and smiled like a chrysanthemum-like smile at Wang Da's mouth. Then, like a catwalk model at Paris Fashion Week, he swung his two big ass and disappeared at the door of the bathroom.

Wang Datong smiled helplessly, packed up two towels, and put them in a basket containing dirty towels.

Just as he was about to sweep the floor, a face turned red, and a rooster comb was cut on his head, and it was dyed red, green and yellow. Shamat, who rushed in with his hands covering his bladder.

It seemed that this guy was really anxious, as if he was slowing down for another second, his overwhelmed bladder would explode like a landmine that was trampled on.

Shamat, in a panic, rushed to the compartment where the middle-aged fat man had just passed, and pushed open the door and rushed in to enjoy the pleasure of rushing in.

But the "feast" on the toilet immediately showed the red fruits in front of him. The pungent red wine smell was mixed with the steak and macaroni that the middle-aged fat man ate tonight with his female companion tonight, the mixture was cheese and cheese that had turned into liquid, and some vegetable salads that he didn't like but had to pretend to be a balanced diet in front of the woman, and the two scallion oil pancakes swallowed at the snack stall downstairs when the female companion put on makeup...

With the combination of Chinese and foreign countries, it emits a strange smell that is unique to this world. It penetrates into Shamatt's nostrils and goes straight into the brain. The soul has been completely sublimated because of this, and it feels like it is about to leave the body...

"I-Fuck!"

He screamed, and his feet stepped into the compartment retreated repeatedly. Unfortunately, his feet slipped and he fell head-on.

The Shamatt cockscomb head, which had a very punk artistic atmosphere mixed with the village entrance washing, cutting and blowing skills, was actually inserted directly into the toilet...

"ah--"

Shamat screamed in dismay, as miserable as if he had stepped on a gld150 anti-infantry mine in a minefield and was blown off his feet.

Wang Dazui quickly stepped forward and pulled the unlucky Shamat from the toilet.

Shamat's hair was covered with a large pool of sticky and unknown content, perhaps the effect of inferior red wine, which made his cockscomb look a little purple now.

The left and right face were full of purple vomit, which looked like a work that was painted on the spot by a performance art writer but declared failure and gave up...

Shamat broke free from Wang Da's mouth, rushed to the front of the hand washing plate, opened his mouth, and vomited out a moment.

After vomiting, the Shamatts will go crazy.

Seeing himself in the mirror, he could not accept that he thought he was the "most handsome" self.

Wang Dazui handed over a towel, and he grabbed it and wiped it randomly, wiping it while cursing it. At first, he scolded the person who was spitting in the compartment, but later, he scolded Wang Datong.
Chapter completed!