A Quick Walkthrough: Male God, Don’t Run Away

The three walked all the way to the entrance of the Central Plains Hotel, with a group of soldiers standing on each side, and a soldier foreman in front of the left, each carrying a Kuai Mucang with a bayonet on his back.

The setting sun shines on the bayonet, piercing the eyes brightly, and they stand majestic and solemn.

Looking up, there are soldiers carrying wooden warehouses every few steps, all the way to the hotel.

Shu Ange has experienced many big scenes. When he sees such a soldier in uniform, his face can still be calm and calm. Zhou Zhuangshi's feet have already begun to shake, and Xiaocui can't wait to indent his neck into the collar.

The attendees of this banquet are all celebrities, and they must have invitations to enter the hotel.

The two followed Shu Ange and walked forward bravely. The soldier swiped the wooden warehouse at the three, and one of them drank: "Invitation."

Zhou Zhuangshi shrank his neck, blushed, squeezed out an ugly smile, and took out a note from his arms: "Jun, Jun, it was Commander He who asked us to come."

The soldier took the note with a majestic face, glanced at it, and then looked at Shu Ange before saying, "Go in, wait in the living room first, you two will wait outside."

When Zhou Zhuangshi heard this, he didn't dare to put a fart. Shu Ange nodded to the soldier and said thank you.

Then, stepping on high heels and stepping on the red carpet spread on the steps, he entered the hotel, and waited in the parlour under the guidance of the waiter in uniform and tie.

The decoration in the hotel is very luxurious, the waiters are upright and polite, and none of them are too ugly or too fat.

The living room was very spacious. When Shu Ange arrived, there were already many beauties sitting in it, and the clothes were fragrant and the temples were very modern.

In terms of appearance, Zhou Meiyun is very good, but the beauty in the living room is very lovable with every frown and smile.

Shu Ange found an empty seat, and only after sitting down did he find that the people in the living room were very clearly demarcated between Chu and Han.

The singers who are familiar to her are all standing on the east side, and the people on the west side have a sultry atmosphere in their words and deeds. She recognized the most enchanting one among them, the famous courtesan in Peiping City.

A courtesan is a good way to say it, but a bit ugly, that is, prostitutes, prostitutes and the like.

Shu Ange sat in the chair, silent, and did not talk to anyone.

Someone who knew Zhou Meiyun talked to her, she was indifferent, and the other party stopped talking.

A group of people sat in the room for a long time, and a waiter in the middle came in with peanuts, melon seeds and fruit candy.

After about an hour, a person dressed as an adjutant walked into the living room. The people who had been chatting and chatting before fell silent for a moment.

The adjutant, who was also in his thirties, coughed after entering the room, and said in a stern tone, "Eight people stand in a row, all lined up."

As soon as he finished speaking, the beauties looked at each other, and without saying much, they started to line up.

When queuing up, there were always people who wanted to stand in front, and it was outrageous to squeeze each other. The adjutant shouted again, and everyone became honest.

Shu Ange didn't crowd with people and stood in the penultimate row.

The adjutant, with his hands behind his back, looked row by row, frowning, as if he was solving a problem, occasionally asking a few questions.

He picked two or three people from each row. Those who were picked were all secretly delighted.

"What is your name?"

The adjutant pointed at Shu Ange, and she answered three words: "Zhou Meiyun."

He nodded and pointed to the side: "Come out."

The women standing on the left and right of Shu Ange all cast envious glances at her. When she came out of the queue, her expression was still indifferent.

In the end, the adjutant picked out a total of twelve people, and he said to the remaining people: "The rest of the people, then register to receive twenty yuan each."

Hearing that Ling Twenty Yuan left, some people smiled and others were very unhappy with their handkerchiefs twisted.

In the eyes of popular actors or socialites, twenty yuan is not enough to send beggars.

With the face of He Dashuai, the people in the parlour did not dare to complain, and all went to receive the money obediently.

The adjutant took the twelve people he picked out and walked towards the other smaller parlor, introducing as he walked, "You guys will be here later, the commanders will ask a question and answer a question, don't settle for the usual pretentiousness and annoy you. After the commander-in-chief, a wooden barn goes down - bang!"

What he said was very exaggerated, and when he saw several beauties were frightened, he laughed a little: "Just kidding, don't be afraid, our Dashuai He is a person who loves fragrance and jade. My surname is Shen, and everyone's name is I'll be fine, Adjutant Shen."

When he arrived at the door of the small meeting room, Adjutant Shen raised his hand and knocked on the door, calling out to Dashuai He, and he said, please come in, and he brought people in.

The door opened, and a woman wearing a light green cheongsam, with fashionable curly hair permed, and a pearl necklace hanging around her neck walked in first, and the others followed one after another.

Shu Ange followed and entered the door at the end. There were flowers in the room, and there were two guards carrying wooden warehouses inside and outside the door, standing as straight as a statue.

"He Dashuai, Director Qi, Lu Dashuai, Director Guan, have been brought here."

Adjutant Shen put his feet together, bowed his waist slightly, and greeted them one by one, his eyes slightly uneasy.

He belonged to Dashuai He, and he should have returned to Dashuai first, but he didn't dare to offend any of the people in the field.

Asking Mr. An to have a sequence, Adjutant Shen was in a cold sweat, for fear of offending an adult.

"Haha, just bring it with you. Big brother and little brother, my adjutant has very vicious eyes. You see, these twelve hairpins in front of you are the most beautiful beauties in Peiping City."

He Dashuai had a cigar in his mouth, Erlang's legs on his legs, a chubby body, and a round head. He was very imposing when he sat there, only his half-bald head was a bit funny.

He shook his head smugly as he spoke with the thick cigar between his fingers.

Adjutant Shen smiled humbly and saluted He Dashuai: "Thank you, Dashuai for the award."

The beauties known as the Twelve Hairpins stand lined up in the living room, with a variety of styles, or they are shy or flirtatious.

As soon as Shu Ange entered the door, he was attracted by a man in a blue woolen western-style coat sitting in the middle of the sofa. He didn't make any decorations on his collar, and he didn't look up when a bunch of beauties poured in.

He was sitting there, more than a head and a half taller than the other people, tall and straight, fair and transparent skin, without the slightest reckless breath, like a graceful and noble son who strayed into this place.

He had long, slender fingers and moist nails, holding a deck of cards, playing casually.

For some reason, upon seeing him for the first time, Shu Ange's heart beat faster and his cheeks burned.