Chapter 99

After seeing Li Shier off, Dugu Fu brought Gu Xingxing and the boss lady into the city smoothly.

A double-decker bus came towards them, turning along the city wall and entering another main street. Above the front window of the bus were five large characters: "Beautiful Brand Cigarettes." "Oh, oh, oh, there are also buses here?" The boss lady exclaimed in surprise, pointing at the bus, "And advertisements?"

She looked like a country bumpkin entering the city, but it perfectly matched her fake identity.

"Miss Wei, what's so strange about that?" Gu Xingxing raised her hand and pointed, "Look over there." Another sign stretched out, with two lines of large characters: "Coca-Cola, Watson's Soda."

"The boss lady remembered that strange-tasting drink, 'There's also this here?' she was indeed surprised again.

However, it was just one of the countless billboards that lined the streets; on the main streets, buildings, walls, curbs... and the previously mentioned buses, almost every available space was plastered with advertisements, a dazzling array. It was no less impressive than what the two women had seen in the Death God's space.

People in all kinds of attire flowed continuously, including office workers in suits and ties carrying briefcases, bosses in skullcaps and long gowns, fashionably dressed women with heavy makeup, curly hair, and qipaos, and rickshaw pullers and laborers with bare torsos, rolled-up pants, and towels... The bustling crowds stretched endlessly.

Cars honked and drove by, bicycles flowed continuously, rickshaws came and went... Vendors stood by their carts, calling out in a rhythmic manner, and uniformed police officers with armbands wandered in groups...

Although they had already learned about the bustling Shanghai through searches, it was only when they were actually there that they realized their understanding was just a glimpse. Gu Xingxing's shock was no less than the boss lady's: her world could also have such a prosperous and developed place? How many more secrets of the vast world had she not seen?

A vague idea began to sprout in her mind, and it spread like wildfire, unstoppable!

Dugu Fu was not surprised by the two women's shock. It was like Liu Laolao entering the Grand View Garden; one had to be shocked a few times. After being shocked many times and getting used to it, it would become normal.

He took the two women on a bus, heading straight for the British Club. This was the most bustling and prosperous area where NPCs could move freely, also known as the Bund, the endpoint of the ten-mile foreign concession. Across the Huangpu River, it faced the Tianren Concession, where one could see the Oriental Pearl Tower and the riverside park that would only exist in the future...

After getting off the bus, they selected a few decent outfits for the two women on the bustling commercial street of Shanghai, from daily wear to formal attire, and bought a two-story villa, settling down.

Bought a villa?! Two stories?! In the Bund of Shanghai?!

Yes, what's so strange about that? Hong Qingsong's character was wiped out, and this time, he didn't leave behind a thousand-year-old ginseng, but he did leave a fortune in money!

There were several hundred thousand silver dollars, over a dozen large gold bars (10 taels each, 312.5 grams), and over a hundred small gold bars. This was just the money; other items included bank deposit slips, silver tickets, bonds, and jewelry... countless. If not for the concern that Hong Qingsong's death would be exposed, all of it could be exchanged for at least several hundred million silver dollars!

What's a villa? Not to mention a villa, if there was enough time and one wanted to set sail, one could even order a ship. The famous Zhongshan warship cost only 680,000 silver dollars.

However, building a ship takes several years or even a decade, and one couldn't wait that long, so other plans had to be made.

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"Night Shanghai, Night Shanghai, you are a city that never sleeps; the lights come on, the music plays, and the dances begin; only to see her smiling face..." The lazy, slightly hoarse female voice performed Zhou Xuan's "Night Shanghai" to perfection, evoking the prosperity for the poor, the luxury for the gentlemen, and the狂欢 and loneliness for the dancers.

Although this song shouldn't exist at this time, who cares... it's just a game, after all? Even the Oriental Pearl Tower has appeared, so what's one more song?

Dugu Fu stood at the entrance of the Paramount, looking up at the five-story building that resembled a small-town department store. Although it looked rustic, it was the symbol of Night Shanghai in this era. The neon lights on the walls decorated the street signs, the corners of the buildings, and the British classical clock tower.

Cars came and went, dropping off the prominent figures of Shanghai. Immediately, attendants parked the cars for them, doormen opened the doors, and familiar dance hall managers approached, asking if they wanted to call a familiar girl.

However, Dugu Fu, now dressed in a suit and tie, looking handsome and refined, could not enjoy these services because... he was new.

The prominent figures of Shanghai were already in the minds of the attendants, doormen, and dance hall managers. If they didn't recognize you, you weren't a prominent figure in Shanghai. This was the charm of the Paramount; you couldn't bluff your way in just by changing your clothes and demeanor.

Dugu Fu was not surprised by this. He straightened his clothes and pushed the door open.

Upon entering, it was the dance hall, where guests and dancers danced elegantly in pairs. One could vaguely see the guests and dancers making moves in public, and hear the suppressed moans.

In front was a stage where dancers performed to the suggestive music, showing their white, tender thighs, delicate arms, and trembling, soft breasts... row after row, swaying and trembling, dazzling and blooming.

Dugu Fu couldn't help but swallow.

He just wanted to pretend to be a wealthy, well-traveled young master, to gain some presence among the Shanghai elite and obtain an entry ticket to a certain place, but he forgot that the Paramount was a luxurious and decadent gold mine. His long-repressed pure yang body entering here was like holding a torch in an oil depot, courting disaster!

However... was it really unexpected? Or did he deliberately not think about it, subconsciously making a decision—would he find a woman here tonight to release his pent-up desires?

Rich men and available women, a perfect match, what's the big deal? But... from his previous life to this one, was this to be his first time, and with such a woman?

Sigh, human emotions, truly a headache! Standing at the entrance, Dugu Fu couldn't help but sigh.

Just as he was torn between advancing and retreating, a fragrant breeze suddenly swept by, and a light laugh echoed. A seductive, alluring voice reached his ears: "Young man, is this your first time at the Paramount?"

Turning his head, he saw a woman in a qipao, with a well-defined figure and a delicate face, walking towards him with a smile. "My surname is Chen, you can call me Miss Mansha. I'm a dancer here. Would you like me to show you around?"

She took Dugu Fu's arm, and her high, soft breasts brushed against him intentionally or unintentionally, making his entire arm tingle. His voice changed slightly: "Sure, sure!"

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