Siheyuan, don't yell at me

He Daqing, who had been busy all day, was already very sleepy.

After a quick dinner, I returned to my room and lay down.

I thought I would fall asleep soon as I was so tired.

But He Daqing tossed and turned in bed, and managed to completely get rid of his sleepiness.

A voice cried out in my heart:

I want to go out to drink, go out to play with women, and go to the dance hall to dance.

He Daqing's eyes suddenly widened and he became alert.

Moscow's nights are so exciting that only those who have been to underground dance halls know how wonderful it is.

It has been more than two years since I last came to Moscow.

The task was too heavy at that time, so I could only play for two days, which is a bit regrettable.

Hehe, this time, I brought tiger bone strength pills with me, and I must make the most of it.

Thinking of the wonderful point, He Daqing even laughed out loud like a pig, "Give, give, give."

I looked at the time. It was 9:30 in the evening, when the underground dance hall was just beginning to get lively.

He Daqing licked his lips, opened the door with a sly look and looked into the corridor.

The security guard in the distance immediately came over.

"Minister He, do you need any help?"

He Daqing waved his hand.

"It's okay, I just opened the door to get some fresh air, you go ahead and do your work!"

He Daqing closed the door and sighed.

How come I met such a dedicated security guard who doesn't even know how to slack off?

What service do you need?

Could you please get ten or eight pretty Mao girls to come and have some fun with the respected Minister He?

It seems that I can't get out of the gate. If I want to go out, the security guard must follow me.

Moreover, a report is required when leaving the delegation’s residence.

Without a legitimate reason, Captain Zhu and Deputy Captain Deng will never approve it.

The delegation comes out as a group. Any individual private action is not allowed. Everything is based on the interests of the delegation.

This time the delegation did not come here for sightseeing.

It also carried other tasks, such as asking the Soviet Union to continue to expand technical assistance projects and send experts.

Or we can exchange views on South Korea and Japan and discuss our respective demands.

Whenever there was a meeting, He Daqing, as a member of the delegation, had to attend, even if it was just for show. It was the minimum courtesy.

He Daqing stood at the window, looking at the night view of Moscow, with a hint of hesitation in the corner of his eyes.

It's just a trace!

The next second, He Daqing climbed downstairs along the water pipe.

It’s just the third floor. With He Daqing’s skills, it’s no problem at all.

Wearing infrared night vision goggles, He Daqing disappeared into the night and quickly slipped out of the delegation’s residence.

He Daqing smoked a cigarette and strolled happily on the streets of Moscow, looking for traces of underground dance halls.

Perhaps because there were too many foreign delegations attending the conference, the nearby streets were noticeably quieter, with security personnel patrolling from time to time.

I spent a lot of time avoiding the patrolling soldiers and happened to meet a drunk riding a bicycle.

The drunk was riding his bicycle crookedly and almost hit He Daqing.

Damn it, how can this be tolerated?

He Daqing immediately opened his mouth and started cursing:

"You're so blind, you bumped into your grandfather.

Get out of the car and pay me 10,000 rubles, or I'll make you look bad."

The drunk man didn't take He Daqing seriously at all and even tried to run away on his bicycle.

He Daqing reached out and grabbed the drunk man by the collar.

He slapped him hard in the face, and then with a strong push, he threw the drunk into the stinky ditch.

Then he took off his pants and took out his thing, and poured the brown and yellow soup all over the drunk man's face.

"You bastard, I'm going to sober you up!"

He Daqing picked up the bicycle on the ground, stepped on it, pointed at the drunk man who had sobered up in the stinking ditch and cursed:

"You bastard, I'm going to ride this bike away. Consider it your apology to me.

You are lucky because I am in a hurry to have sex with a woman, otherwise I will beat the shit out of you..."

Perhaps it's a psychological effect, but this stolen bicycle is much smoother to pedal than the one I bought.

After walking around several streets, He Daqing couldn't see any underground dance halls anywhere.

Damn it, it’s already ten o’clock and I can’t find a place. All the pretty girls in the dance hall have been picked up.

He Daqing decided to ask someone.

After a while, in a dark street corner.

The three idle Russian hooligans were beaten black and blue by He Daqing.

Half an hour later, He Daqing finally found an underground dance hall disguised as a library.

After paying 20 rubles for the admission ticket, He Daqing entered as he wished.

Looking at the exciting dance floor and the girls dancing inside.

He Daqing felt that as a senior cadre, he must experience the corruption of capitalism firsthand, so he rushed onto the dance floor.

He Daqing was like a restless teddy bear. Any girl with a bit of looks on the dance floor could not escape the fate of being hit by He Daqing.

He Daqing, who was dressed up carefully, was quite popular among the Mao girls on the dance floor.

Many enthusiastic Mao girls would respond to Teddy He Daqing with physical gestures.

It has been several years since he last acted so wildly. He Daqing felt that every cell in his body was full of energy.

The owner of this underground dance hall has definitely been to dance halls in Europe.

The best proof of this is the strippers posing in a coquettish manner on the second-floor pavilion.

And the price was clearly marked, only twenty rubles.

You can choose a girl, go into the small room on the second floor and have some fun.

I have to say, those strippers have pretty good figures, and He Daqing even wants to try some.

But on the dance floor, these annoying young girls made He Daqing unable to leave.

Moreover, there are many young girls in the dance floor, and their looks are obviously much better than those girls on the second floor.

He Daqing was wearing a well-fitting suit, a large gold watch on his wrist, and a sparkling sapphire ring on his finger.

The most important thing is that the car keys hanging on the key chain around his waist demonstrate He Daqing's noble status.

No matter what era, men with money and power are always the most sought after by women, and this is also true in Moscow.

He Daqing kept jumping on the dance floor until the music stopped and it was time for the intermission, but he still felt a little reluctant to leave.

The booth area was already full.

But for the wealthy He Daqing, that was not a problem at all.

I chose a good seat and paid a hundred rubles.

"Give me your seat, and these hundred rubles will be yours."

The two Russians sitting in the seats wanted to be tough for a while, but for the sake of a hundred rubles, they couldn't be tough at all and gave up their seats with a nod and a bow.

He Daqing wore a big gold watch on his hand and had car keys hanging on his waist. He was not someone that the lackeys like them would dare to offend.