At night, in the performance hall of the Gold Coast Hotel, melodious music sounded, and under the laser lights, the originally empty hall gradually began to have guests emerge, becoming a little lively.

As a tourist city, almost every high-end hotel in Roga City has a very luxuriously decorated performance hall, and singing and dancing performances are held every night to entertain tourists. Anyway, the best thing in the world to fool is tourists. But it is not only tourists who come in to watch the show, it can even be said that most of the guests who watch the show are not tourists, but locals.

Locals don't like to come here again and again to see the shows, mainly looking for business opportunities. Tourists who can stay in luxury hotels like the Gold Coast are either rich or expensive, and they are good business objects. If you're lucky, you might be able to get a lot of tourists at the performance hall.

Another kind of locals who like to drill into the performance hall are young guys who have nothing to do, who come here to drink and find sexual encounters.

The last type of customer is also a businessman, but the business he is engaged in is a bit shady, but the number of such customers is not small.

Measured strictly according to the standards of civilized society, Luojia City can only be regarded as a foreign state, if it were not for the rise of tourism, I am afraid that there are very few outsiders who have heard of this city, let alone come here to consume.

Soon after the performance began, Xiao Fan and Ji Qingsha, who had changed into standard tourist attire, entered the performance hall, followed by Fan Le. If people who are familiar with Xiao Fan see his current outfit, they will immediately drop their glasses.

Flower shirt, big pants. Wear a pair of casual leather shoes barefoot!

That's right, Xiao Zhenren is dressed like this right now.

In his elbows, he was holding a black short-sleeved T-shirt and a safflower skirt. The whole is a young and beautiful girl. It's just that even if it's a young and beautiful girl in the comics, there are few people who have the same skin as Ji Qingsha. Slim and colorful.

Ji Qingsha completely released the "beautiful girl" complex hidden in the depths of her heart, if Yuan Qianqian was here, she would definitely jump up and make a solemn protest to Ji Qingsha to the greatest extent - boss, there is no business like you!

Young and beautiful girl, isn't it the patent of my "first female devil"?

To tell the truth, Ji Qingsha grinded Xiao Fan in the bedroom for half an hour, and Xiao Zhenren finally looked reluctant and reluctantly changed into this flower shirt. Big pants. Fortunately, Mr. Ji was quite measured, and did not match Xiao Zhenren with a pair of unconventional flip-flops.

"You've got to make yourself less eye-catching, big handsome! Go with the flow! ”

This was the reason why Ji Qingsha finally persuaded Xiao Fan.

In a skin-conscious world, men and women are the same.

Ji Qingsha reluctantly covered most of her peerless appearance, and as for her complexion, Ji always had no intention of changing it.

The performance hall is actually a good place to inquire about the news. Among the various "businessmen", there is a "bag inquiry" who specializes in selling news.

What Ji Qingsha knew was also the news from a few years ago. In the years since she left Rakha, she is not so clear about what has changed in the local area. What is the current situation of the great head descending master of the Mahogany country, whether there are more than a dozen or so head descending divisions in the entire Luojia State, and so on. You need to inquire clearly.

Although Xin Lin only gave Xiao Fan a month, and now several days have passed, these must be clarified before deciding the next direction of action. As the saying goes, "sharpening the knife does not mistake the woodcutter".

Ji Qingsha chose a position at the corners of the edges. He sat down with Xiao Fan and asked the waiter for some local specialties and freshly squeezed fruit juice.

Fan Le played sideways to accompany each other.

It didn't take long to sit down. Someone came up to solicit business, but was sent away by Fan Le. Now the performance hall is not very lively. Ji Qingsha was not in a hurry to find a "bag to inquire" about the news.

As time went on, the number of guests in the hall grew, and the performances on stage began to become hot, with a large group of young girls in leotards taking to the stage and performing large-scale pole dancing for the guests.

There was a burst of applause, whistles and shouts in the darkened auditorium.

The shout "good" is particularly loud.

Xiao Fan couldn't help frowning slightly.

In this foreign performing arts hall, the word "good" actually overshadowed other voices, which shows that at least more than half of the guests in this performing arts hall are compatriots from Huaxia.

There used to be a saying in the tourism industry: as long as the economy of China is prosperous, it means that the tourism industry in the world is prosperous.

In fact, we are not really rich enough to shoulder the responsibility of the whole world.

At this time, Fan Le, who had been sitting silently and silently, suddenly straightened up, his eyes widened, and he stared at the stage in the distance, as if he had seen something that surprised him extremely much.

"Fan Ling ......"

"What's wrong?"

Ji Qingsha has been with Fan Le for so many years, in addition to having no selfishness between men and women, they can be said to be the most familiar friends with each other, as if her every move Fan Le is very familiar, and she is also very familiar with Fan Le's every move. has been a friend for many years, and it is rare to see Fan Le so gaffe. immediately followed Fan Le's gaze to the stage.

There were six young women pole dancing on the stage, and Ji Qingsha didn't pay much attention to it at first. With the elegance of Ji Qingsha, how can you pay attention to a few pole dancers performing in the ballroom?

Now when I take a closer look, I find that these young women are all very good-looking and in good shape. And it can be seen at a glance that all of them are Chinese women, not indigenous girls. The indigenous women of Rakhabang are short and dark-skinned, and they are really undignified. To come to this kind of luxury hotel to make money by pole dancing, you don't even think about it.

The pole dancer who led the dance was particularly beautiful, with slender legs and a small waist, she was a rare beauty. What is especially heart-pounding is the faint melancholy and well-hidden grievances on the girl's face from time to time. This kind of inadvertent melancholy and grievances are super killers, and their effects sometimes exceed their body and appearance, and for some macho men, the lethality is extremely huge.

For example, this lead dancer, although she is dressed very revealingly, gives people the feeling that she is not willing, she is forced to helpless.

Fan Le's gaze fell firmly on her.

"Fan Le ......"

Ji Qingsha lowered her voice and screamed again, her eyebrows frowning slightly.

Soon, Fan Le calmed down again, his demeanor was natural, he lowered his eyelids, and said indifferently: "The girl who led the dance, her name is Fan Ling, and she is my cousin. In terms of family relationship, he is as close as Fan Ying. ”

Ji Qingsha was taken aback.

This is a very close kinship, why did this Fan Ling appear here, engaged in such a humiliating profession with obvious traces of pornography? It must be known that the Fan family is the second most wealthy family in Luojia City and one of the four major Chinese families. How could the eldest lady of the Fan family fall to this?

Judging from Fan Le's shocked Cheng Dù, the relationship between this Fan Ling and him is likely to be more than just an ordinary cousin.

Sure enough, Fan Le said next: "Fan Ling grew up with me watching, just like my own sister. ”

Many years ago, Ji Qingsha studied abroad in Luojia City and befriended Fan Le because of martial arts, but Ji Qingsha abided by the rules and did not go deep into Fan Le's daily life, and knew very little about Fan Le's family situation.

This cousin who is close, Ji Qingsha has never heard Fan Le mention it before. However, Fan Le is the only seedling of the Fan family, and there are no other brothers and sisters, Ji Qingsha knows it. In this case, Fan Le's feelings for Fan Ling may indeed be much deeper than those of ordinary cousins.

"The third uncle has more shares in the company than Fan Ying. Moreover, the third uncle is the executive director of the company......"

Fan Le explained a few more words.

There is no doubt that the third uncle in his mouth refers to Fan Ling's father.

Not to mention that the shareholders and executive directors of the Fan Group, even if they are just ordinary high-level executives, their income is enough for the whole family to live a very decent life, and they will never let their daughter go to such a place and make a living by pole dancing.

But Fan Le only explained these two sentences, then closed his mouth, stopped talking, and even turned his head away, and even stopped looking at the direction of the stage.

"Fan Le."

Ji Qingsha shouted in a low voice, looking slightly sorry.

Fan Le nodded slightly, indicating that he knew very well what the top priority was.

Before the "Red Flame Grass" is obtained, any rash action is absolutely undesirable. Far away in a foreign land, just the three of them have to face the great master of the Modo, the entire "Bugu School", and even the entire indigenous tribe of Rakhabang, and there is a huge disparity between strength and weakness. Extreme care must be exercised. One wrong step is likely to end up losing the game. At that time, it may not only be as simple as not being able to save Xin Lin, but I am afraid that the three of them may not be able to survive their homeland.

Xiao Fan picked up the juice in front of him and took a sip, his face was calm, and he didn't interject a word about it from beginning to end.

"Good!"

Another cheer rang out.

When everyone closed their mouths, this cheer was particularly abrupt, and it immediately attracted the attention of many people. I saw a man standing up not far away. Although the lights in the performance hall are very dim, Xiao Fanji and Fan Le can naturally see it clearly.

The man was not very old, about thirty years old, dressed in fancy clothes, shiny on his wrists, wearing a huge watch, short, obscene, dark-skinned, and if it weren't for the applause that revealed his identity, anyone would have recognized him as a local aboriginal man.

The lewd man completely ignored everyone's surprised gaze, holding a large glass of beer, swaying towards the stage, his eyes staring directly at Fan Ling's slender thighs and soft breasts, and did not hide his greed and lust at all. (To be continued......)