Song Wuliang clenched his fists tightly, looking as if he was ready to rush on stage and snatch the beauty away. Fang Yi was genuinely worried that this guy might act on impulse, so he handed over a cigarette to calm him down.
Fang Yi also lit a cigarette for himself, not pretending to be sober while everyone else was drunk, looking down on it all. There was a special performance on stage, and it was free to watch; it was just that Fang Yi didn’t show the same excitement as Song Wuliang.
Of course, Fang Yi believed that aside from Song Wuliang, there were many others in the audience who felt the same way, but due to their status, they refrained from acting.
Besides the air hostess being forcibly taken, there were all kinds of special programs to come, such as nurses and patients, teachers and students, and so on—anyone could guess what would develop.
These scenes passed by like fleeting glances, like a silent pantomime; and although everyone knew they were fake, they gave off an illusion of reality, like woven dreams that once one fell into, they could not pull away from.
It had to be said, this trick was truly masterful; no other entertainment venue dared to pull such stunts.
"Tsks, that Yin really is a man of our ilk," Song Wuliang said with rapt attention, stroking his chin with a lecherous smile on his face.
"Yeah, if there were a crackdown on vice, he’d be the first to get locked up," Fang Yi joked.
That was just a joke. Tonight, aside from Hu Guanqing, there likely were other high officials present to patronize the event. If it weren’t for their permission, even Yin wouldn’t dare to do such things, no matter how bold he was.
As the saying goes, having connections makes being an official easy, and for Yin, having connections makes doing things easy. These special programs made it clear to everyone that Yin had strong backing, and it was best not to cause trouble here.
Moreover, it informed everyone that if they wanted to have fun, this was the place to come to, guaranteeing all kinds of entertainment—nothing was off-limits, just ask for it, and it could be arranged.
And the result of such a setup was money rolling in.
Fang Yi secretly marveled. The performance on stage had ended, and in the dim light below, someone whistled and it was unclear who spoke up, "Is there more? Bring on something more thrilling and enjoyable!"
A single sentence instantly won the crowd’s approval, and a flurry of excitement erupted in the darkness, brimming with anticipation for what program would come next.
At the same time, the stage suddenly quieted down, the previously strong light dimming in that instant.
"What’s going on? Why has it suddenly gone dark?"
"What program is coming up next?"
"I’m so looking forward to it!"
The crowd was abuzz, but seeing no movement on stage for a while, they all fell silent out of self-awareness.
Sure enough, just as everyone had quieted down, a beautiful song suddenly rang out.
Amidst the world, I walk alone, holding the hand of a past life
Watching fireworks, in indulgence, you tread through thousands of mountains
In the flames of war, uniform torn asunder
Watching the ten thousand miles of the ever-changing rivers and mountains
The ethereal singing voice, clear and crisp, stood out especially in the quiet atmosphere.
A bright spotlight suddenly lit up, shining upon the stage where a stunningly gorgeous woman stood, microphone in hand, moving her red lips as she sang verse after verse.
The Vermilion Bird Alliance Hierarch, Su Ge’er!
At that moment, someone couldn’t help but want to exclaim, but covered their mouth with a hand, not wanting to disrupt the tranquility.
On stage, Su Ge’er was still in her black silk veil, otherworldly and beautiful.
Fang Yi, sitting cross-legged in the dark corner, watched Su Ge’er on stage, squinting his eyes slightly when he suddenly felt his thigh being grabbed by someone, causing goosebumps to spread all over his body.
With a slap, Fang Yi brushed off Song Wuliang’s hand.
"Couldn’t help it, couldn’t help it..." Song Wuliang chuckled, his gaze never leaving the stage.
Thus, completely enraptured by the stage, Song Wuliang said, "Such a great beauty, I’d trade ten years of my life for her, and it would be worth it."
Fang Yi said, "You’re not the only one with that idea, a lot of people have it too."
Song Wuliang stared intently at the stage, his face fiercely determined, "Who dares to compete with me for her, I’ll fight them to the death, beat them until they don’t know their own name."
Fang Yi asked, "What if it’s me?"
"Eh... Well, we’re brothers, how could we speak of such things? Why don’t we enjoy her company together?"
Fang Yi was left speechless; this guy really dared to dream.
Applause filled the room, and as the song ended, the stage lights brightened again, revealing the enchantingly beautiful Su Ge’er standing on stage with a serene smile, like a fairy.
Once the applause subsided, Su Ge’er stood in front of the microphone, slightly parting her lips to speak, "Good evening, my name is Su Ge’er. I wonder if there’s anyone here who recognizes me."
The venue was silent. Anyone who could come here had a wallet full of bank cards, and even those who were uncultured knew she was no ordinary woman, while the cultured certainly knew that the person standing on stage was none other than the leader of the Vermilion Bird Alliance.
Su Ge’er continued, "I’m here at Yin’s invitation to host the upcoming special program, which follows the appetizers you’ve seen. What comes next is an array of exotic delicacies. I wonder if everyone is interested?"
In the darkness, someone teased, "With you, Alliance Hierarch Su, standing here, no delicacy, no matter how exquisite, could compare to you."
The comment struck a chord with everyone, who echoed in agreement.
With a flirtatious smile, Su Ge’er replied, "Thank you all for your kind words, but I hope you can maintain such enthusiasm for what comes next."
With that, she gently clapped her hands.
And then, from backstage, a woman walked out.
This woman appeared pure and beautiful, delicate and otherworldly, with a lovely face that bore no trace of flirtation yet was enough to make any man fall for her.
Everyone waited with bated breath, wondering what kind of "special program" the leader of the Vermilion Bird Alliance would present next.