Trafford's Trading Club

668: Chapter 81: Where Does the Dust Dance? 668: Chapter 81: Where Does the Dust Dance?

Even though he was invited to accompany, Zhu Maolin didn’t speak frequently with Xiao Lu.

The atmosphere was like a dull study room where students were busy with their own tasks, occasionally engaging in brief exchanges when something crossed their minds, then returning to their work.

Xiao Lu’s heart suddenly felt a subtle shift, possibly because this man was different from most of the men she’d interacted with in the past—or perhaps, she realized, he was different from the men she had deliberately chosen to interact with.

But she wasn’t surprised, as she knew that there would always be people in this world who were not influenced by external things, people whose hearts were notably steadfast.

Yes, she knew there were such men, and if she were to deliberately search for them, she could even find quite a few.

That’s why she consciously sought after masters that suited her preferences in a different direction.

If the target was on the other side, then going in the opposite direction meant there was no need to reach it… there was no necessity to go to that side.

Because that side was too beautiful and pure, unlike reality, perfect like a dream, so much so that it made one afraid that it might just be a Mirage Tower, actually leading to a dead end.

And then, there would be no redemption.

So, she would continue in the opposite direction, with her back to the dreamy scenery ahead, as at least she could clearly overlook and feel the reality… even if it was harsh. “Not eating?

What are you thinking about?”

Zhu Maolin used communal chopsticks to pick up a piece of tripe from the hotpot and placed it in Xiao Lu’s bowl, tapping the edge of the bowl with chopsticks to make a ‘ding ding’ sound. “Nothing.” Xiao Lu quickly shook her head and said, “I was just wondering if eating so much would make me fat…

If I get too fat, modeling jobs will be hard to find.”

Zhu Maolin said indifferently, “It seems that everyone has some thoughts they don’t want others to know.”

Looking at Xiao Lu, as if imparting some experience, he gently said, “At such times, if you don’t want to say anything, you don’t need to.

Just shake your head.

Those who understand the art of discernment will get it.”

Xiao Lu raised her face and said, “But Manager, most people don’t understand discretion, do they?

Sometimes, even the smartest people can lose their judgment when they’re involved.” “I invited you for a meal, not to discuss philosophy,” Zhu Maolin said as he raised his hand to request a dip from the waiter. “Actually… it’s my birthday today.” Xiao Lu lowered her head, her voice just audible amid the chatter and music in the store. “Birthday?” Zhu Maolin looked intrigued.

Xiao Lu quickly took out her wallet and pulled out her ID card, like a child eager to be believed, “I’m telling the truth, it’s not a lie!” “Honestly…” Zhu Maolin glanced over the ID card and shook his head, “Up until now, it seemed too coincidental.

But the fact is right here; it seems I have to believe it.

Put it away; don’t take this out casually.” “Indeed,” Xiao Lu said. “Running into each other these days, even I find it a bit unbelievable.”

Zhu Maolin said indifferently, “This city is big, but it can also feel small.

I have an old classmate who lives just forty minutes away from my place.

Yet, we haven’t seen each other for over half a year, except for work-related reasons last time.”

Xiao Lu raised her face again and looked at Zhu Maolin.

Zhu Maolin smiled lightly, appearing very relaxed, “Maybe we’ve met and known each other before these few days.

Perhaps we saw each other long ago, but I didn’t recognize you, and you didn’t recognize me, so I didn’t pay attention.” “That’s true,” Xiao Lu laughed.

Zhu Maolin said, “Wait for me for a moment.”

Then he left.

Xiao Lu was not interested in the food, especially the scalding hotpot cuisine.

The heat made her feel as if she were being burned, so as soon as Zhu Maolin left, she put down her chopsticks and turned off the electric stove.

The steaming vapor made her feel uncomfortable. “Miao Xiaolu… is this your original name?

By the way, when did you make this ID card?”

Suddenly, a young man with a scarf appeared beside the table, bending down to look at the ID left on the table, then curiously asked Xiao Lu, “Sister 18, is today really your birthday?” “Do you think it’s possible?” Xiao Lu glanced indifferently, “Weren’t you going to check the master’s background?

How come you’re here?” “More or less done.”

Da Zhe, wearing a scarf, sat down in Zhu Maolin’s seat, casually used his finger to float a cooked beef ball from the hotpot into his mouth.

This was a way to exercise his ability…

Da Zhe thought.

Chewing as he mumbled, “Zhu Maolin and his wife had a child before, one night a few years ago…” … …

It turns out there’s such a high-end hotel club here?

Hou Chen Yuhuan was surprised; if her lady students hadn’t brought her here, she really wouldn’t have known.

Hou Chen Yuhuan rarely visited such places.

Since getting married, her memories involved being busy all the time.

After the first child, her free time became even scarcer.

Perhaps her lady students were right, occasionally relaxing the body… at least the comfort it brings can give her a moment of ease.

The unlit incense in the room and the technician’s well-measured finger pressure on her back during the massage made Hou Chen Yuhuan feel empty.

Of course, it would be even better if the students next to her weren’t gossiping away.

But alone… it wouldn’t be much different from being at home. “Teacher Hou Chen, the hotel’s SPA is not bad, right!”

The lady on the bed beside her turned her head, enjoying, “Women, if they don’t take care of themselves, they’ll age quickly!

We must cherish ourselves more!”

This seemed to be their eternal topic.

Hou Chen Yuhuan just smiled, saying nothing… to be honest, she wasn’t yet at the age to worry about the passing of time.

After a while of enjoyment, the few ladies suddenly and mysteriously pulled the noticeably relaxed Hou Chen Yuhuan towards the hotel’s basement second floor, “Teacher Hou Chen, we’re taking you to a good place!”

Hou Chen Yuhuan was startled, feeling a bit resistant to the ambiguous looks shared among the ladies.

But she was already in the elevator, with no time to object.

The elevator opened, and immediately a sense of shock could be felt… it was the bass from a sound system. “Is there a disco on this basement floor too?” Hou Chen Yuhuan asked, slightly surprised.

Disco… it had been a long time since she’d been to one.

Her impression was it was before she became a ceramic artist, occasionally relaxing with colleagues. “It’s better than a disco!” One lady squinted her eyes.

They pushed and pulled Hou Chen Yuhuan to a large door, guarded by two men in black suits.

After one lady produced a gold card, the men respectfully opened the door.

Immediately, a wave of heat surged from the room.

Noise and intoxication, like the breath of a beast.

Inside the massive room, colorful laser lights moved continuously – blue, green, red, yellow.

The staff weaved through the crowd, which was populated exclusively by women… from young to experienced.

A collective frenzy and unusual energy radiated from these women.

Hou Chen Yuhuan opened her mouth, her body stiff, barely able to move.

As she looked up, she saw in the center stage of the disco-turned-hall, several nearly perfect-bodied men, wearing nothing but black underwear, moving in various poses on stage.

Women were gathered beneath each man on stage, screaming wildly.

And in the men’s underwear, money was already stuffed… “Teacher Hou Chen!

Isn’t this place great?”

Beside her, Lady Zhang’s eyes gleamed, “I’ve arranged everything, and soon one of the Twelve Golden Ducks will come entertain you!”

Tw—Twelve Golden Ducks?!

This was a place where women played with men—a duck club!