The girls discussed for a while, the place buzzing with their voices.
Yan Sinian rubbed his temples, "Quiet."
Everyone immediately fell silent.
Just then, the manager brought over all ten bottles of liquor.
Probably worried that Yan Sinian would send the liquor back, the other party considerately opened all the bottles of alcohol.
He also reminded the girls, who sat like quails, "Liven up a bit and take good care of the boss."
We’d like to liven up, but the boss won’t allow it.
Yan Sinian seemed to ponder for a while before casually suggesting, "Let’s play the simplest question and answer game. I’ll ask, you answer; whoever answers first gets to draw a bill, if you can’t answer, you drink."
At these words, the girls were somewhat puzzled.
The manager looked at Yan Sinian, his gaze filled with caution.
Although this person seemed generous, he also didn’t allow the girls to get close, and he ordered so many at once, which was quite strange.
Could he be an undercover agent sent by the police or a journalist?
As he hesitated, he heard Yan Sinian casually turn to a girl in a green dress.
"Tell me your body measurements."
The girl giggled and covered her mouth, "Oh, you’re so naughty, boss."
While speaking, she smoothly drew a bill from the table and rattled off a series of numbers.
Yan Sinian then asked a few more questions, each tinged with some color.
Like the size of "will be censored".
The color of "something that may or may not be censored".
Yan Sinian, acting like a veteran of the pleasure world, played close to the line.
He teased the girls until they trembled like flowers in the breeze, their faces flushed with excitement.
The manager, who had been somewhat vigilant, immediately relaxed, admiring that the client seemed quite skilled at playing.
After standing by for a while, he went off to attend to other customers.
In a private car outside the nightclub, the chief had no choice but to forcefully turn off the communications after Yan Sinian finished his first question.
He turned his head and locked eyes with Yue Qingqing sitting in the backseat.
Yue Qingqing was puzzled, "Why stop listening? Don’t we want to know what’s happening inside with brother Yan?"
After a long pause, the chief managed to say, "We need to build a harmonious society."
Meanwhile, Yan Sinian sprawled lazily on the sofa, watching the girls blush and compete eagerly to answer the questions.
He casually asked, "Who is the most beautiful girl in your nightclub?"
One of the girls, with a bob haircut, responded as quickly as if in a race, "Of course, it’s Xiaomei."
Her hand reaching for the money halted halfway, sensing something was amiss, and the rest of the girls suddenly fell silent.
Yan Sinian leaned forward proactively, rolled up a hundred-dollar bill into a ball, and tossed it over, continuing with the next question.
"Then who among you is Xiaomei? I haven’t seen her around."
The crowd looked around, none daring to answer the question.
Yan Sinian raised an eyebrow, "No one can answer? Then drink."
After pouring a round of drinks, Yan Sinian looked at the bob-haired girl who had spoken first.
"How many years have you been working here?"
The bob-haired girl hesitated, "Does that count as a question?"
"Hmm-hmm," Yan Sinian hummed and threw a few bills over to her.
The bob-haired girl immediately beamed with a sweet smile, "Thank you, boss. Three years."
The other girls didn’t expect such a simple question would land the bob-haired girl with such a generous tip and felt envious to the point their eyes turned red.
They resolved to answer quickly, no matter what this gentleman asked next—they had to find a way to respond promptly.
After all, taking good care of him meant they could pay this month’s dues.
The scene grew increasingly heated as Yan Sinian quietly asked one key question after another.