Left-behind women in Fuzhou

Chapter 9 Alian's Story (3)
In that said to be the most luxurious disco in Fuzhou, Ah Qing and I sat in the corner, sipping drinks leisurely, watching the stage where a man was playing a guitar for a while, and a woman was holding a guitar for a while. The microphone sang low, waiting for the official program to start.It is said that the backstage owner of that disco was Chen Kai, the richest man in Fuzhou—a man with the same name as my roommate.Chen Kai, the boss of the underworld in Fuzhou, was arrested two years ago. Through him, more than a dozen high-ranking officials who perverted the law were pulled out, which triggered a major earthquake in Fuzhou's political circles. However, Chen Kai's case is far from over. , And officials have been dismissed because of this.

Such places all have underworld backgrounds, and the underworld is in collusion with the local police.Just like Chen Kai.Later, I made unannounced visits to several entertainment venues in Fuzhou where gang rapes forced prostitutes and people to take drugs. However, on the night when the manuscript was about to be published in the newspaper, a mysterious phone call from the upper management ordered the manuscript to be changed. Can only be shelved and see the light of day.At first I was angry, then I became numb.I am only satisfied with one interview a week without any risk of emotional manuscripts, romantic writing.I feel very sad that good news with sensational effects will never be produced in such a closed news environment in Fuzhou, because its soil is too barren.

At nine o'clock in the evening, the disco was full of people. From time to time, young ladies in very revealing clothes walked by. The short and smart clothes only covered the breasts and buttocks. Their skin was white. It was obvious that they had not been exposed to the sun for a long time. Their faces were painted thick Gorgeous makeup, charming and bright eyes.They are uniform, tall, plump and sexy, and their chests are choppy when they walk.They walked back and forth among the crowd, full of vigor, winking at every man who watched them, looking for prey that could be hooked.Among the crowd, there were also those tall and handsome men, all wearing dark suits, white shirts, and red ties. Their hair sprayed with gel water was combed back meticulously, and they had no beards on their faces. Or clean shaven.Unlike those ladies who look around for nests and lay eggs like hens, they are much quieter and more reserved. They either stand upright or lean against the railing, but their eyes scan the crowd.Ah Qing told me that it was the legendary duck.

Suddenly, the sound of the music changed from calm to intense, and the drumbeats shook people's eardrums, and the lights on the stage were all turned on.The colorful beams of light swirled and swept over the heads of the crowd, and then swept over the heads of the crowd.A large group of female voices screamed sharply from the crowd, scrambling to be the first, unanimously.Those excited women raised their arms high together, a forest of arms in the crowd.The show begins.

That night was the first time I walked into a disco in Fuzhou.In the past, what I liked was to stay quietly in a corner of the bar, quietly sipping a bit of bitter coffee or a bit of spicy wine, slowly counting my thoughts, and looking forward to an affair.And that night, I found out that there is such a unique nightlife in Fuzhou.

Today, two years later, I have forgotten most of the hours-long program that night. I only remember a man's performance and a woman's erotic dance on the stage.

When the man came on stage, he was only wearing black briefs, his whole body seemed to be smeared with olive oil, and his muscles looked bright and developed.As soon as he came up, many women in the audience screamed, I don't know if it was surprise or excitement.He grabbed a pile of crushed ice, poured it into his briefs, and seemed to be shaking comfortably, howling, and making exaggerated sex positions facing the audience.Many more women were screaming.Then, the man walked down the stage and walked up to a plump young woman. The young woman touched his face appreciatively and stuffed a wad of hundred-dollar bills into his trousers.

The woman bought the duck tonight.I heard a man next door say.

What remains in my memory that night is a woman's sex dance.The woman's hair was dyed brown, like the color of weeds in late autumn.She wore a T-shirt and short skirt, walked onto the stage while dancing, and then began to undress to the strong music beat. T-shirts, skirts, bras, pants, she took them all off.She was plump and fair, with large breasts that were constantly shaking up and down, and the nipples were probably painted, very red and very bright, like two ripe strawberries.She walked off the stage, walking towards me with her fat ass swaying from side to side, her yellow hair flowing back from her head.When I got closer, I saw that there was also a butterfly tattooed on her abdomen, which was very bright and beautiful, just like Alian's.At that moment, I suddenly thought of Alian. I don't know if she is still in this city.There was a trace of sadness in my heart.

The plump dancer walked up to me, and suddenly saw Ah Qing who was sitting next to me. She smiled, showing two snow-white pointed canine teeth.Then, he continued to walk forward and finally sat on the lap of a middle-aged man.The middle-aged man panicked, raised his hands, and turned his head away.The dancing girl giggled, unzipped the man's trousers with one hand, and took out the man's pocket with the other. The man yelled no, no, and the crowd laughed...

The dancer walked onto the stage again, and after blowing kisses to the audience, she swayed backstage.I heard the host—a fat man wearing glasses—introduce that her name is Alian and she is from the Zongzheng Song and Dance Troupe.

Her name may be Alian, but she is believed to not be from the Song and Dance Troupe of the General Political Department of the Chinese People's Liberation Army.I heard applause from the audience, and they probably believed it. What I saw tonight was a military performance.

In the south, Alian is a very common name.I don't know how many women have this name in this city.

I know how important a house is to a woman, especially a lonely woman like Ah Qing.Due to the death of their brother in Iraq, their house in Gong Lane was forced to sell to pay off the ever-increasing usury.Meiniang, who has no home, travels all over the world, and I still don’t know where she drifted to; and Ah Qing can only be in such a dirty place, nodding and bowing to the lustful clients with a smile.

In the summer of 2005, rather than saying that Ah Qing and I fell in love, it would be better to say that we were dependent on each other.Although Fuzhou is big, we live in an empty and vast desert. After experiencing family changes and emotional shocks, we cherish the time we have together even more.Just like in the long cold night, we lean on each other to keep warm and comfort each other, waiting for the dawn that will bring warmth and happiness to whiten the eastern sky.

A month later, when I went to interview in a place called Daming in northern Fujian, I saw with my own eyes a more violent and lewd striptease staged in that small county town.Compared with the performances in the countryside, Fuzhou's striptease is reserved and reserved, and it seems to be nothing.

In that place called Daimyo, because of unannounced visits to a striptease, I was hunted down by the underworld and finally escaped death.If I hadn't left Fujian, I still wouldn't have the guts to reveal to the world the shady story of the police and gangsters colluding in that small county to force young girls to perform obscenely.

During the interview with the daimyo that time, under a tent built against the wall on the street, I was filling my hungry stomach with a large bowl of rice noodles with relish, when I suddenly heard two people passing by the food stall. A conversation among local farmers, a young man introduced to an old man that a striptease is currently being staged on the top floor of a hotel, it’s so beautiful.Professional sensitivity forced me to put down my job and follow them quietly. I knew this was another good clue.

After a short walk, I saw a five-story hotel. Two men in their 20s were standing with their legs crossed at the door. Their hair was dyed yellow, and they were wearing jeans with wide trousers, looking sloppy.A few men who looked like local farmers hurried into the hotel, climbed up two steps at a time, and muttered regretfully that the show had started.I followed them all the way up to the top of the building.At the door of a simple house covered by wooden boards on all sides, you only need to pay ten yuan to enter.A burly, flesh-faced woman in her 30s was collecting money.

Walking into the wooden house, I was dumbfounded by the scene in front of me.The electric lights were turned on in the dark room, and the windows were all tightly covered with thick quilts.On a simple stage built of wooden boards, five women are naked. Amid the sound of music, they sometimes stand on a golden rooster, sometimes with their legs split, sometimes touch their vagina with one hand, and sometimes hold their breasts with both hands.Their movements are coordinated tacitly and uniformly, obviously well-trained.Not only the breasts and pubic hair are exposed under the bright lights, but also the purplish black labia.The audience was quiet, everyone opened their eyes wide, opened their mouths wide, forgot to speak, and their heads turned left and right as they moved on the stage.Then, the four women stepped down, leaving only a very plump and very fair woman, with every part of her body round and round, like an inflated balloon.She first squatted on the side of the stage to tease an old man with gray hair, and put her hands between the old man's legs. The old man was embarrassed, blushed, and almost cried.Next to the old man, a middle-aged man wearing glasses buried his head sideways, carefully watching the woman's vagina, and suddenly stretched out his finger involuntarily and inserted it.The woman fell on her back on the stage, her legs were spread wide, and the entire black and well-trained vagina was fully opened, and the man with glasses smiled lewdly and inserted his fingers deeper.The woman giggled, retreated to the center of the stage, and stood up without any shame.Then, he made a symbolic movement of plucking pubic hair from the lower body, and threw the imaginary pubic hair on the head of the man with glasses who was still thinking about it.It is said that according to local customs, throwing a woman's pubic hair on a man's head will bring bad luck to the man.There was applause and laughter under the stage.

The plump woman went down, and then came up a woman who was naked and only covered with a red veil. She was tall and thin, with slender limbs and a pretty face.A cascade of black and shiny hair.Her eyes swept around the stage, and the noisy crowd fell silent immediately.She walked the model steps to the sound of the music, and she looked very decent. Every time she took a step, her two tits trembled, looking eager to try.

I don't understand, God gave her such a good appearance and figure, why should she engage in such a naked, low, dirty and dark occupation, in this dusty small county, let those who smell of sweat and smell of leeks spray their mouths Farmers appreciate and emulate.She could have found a better job, a job in the sun, and lived with her own hands.At that moment, a sigh passed through my heart.

The hour-long obscene performance was coming to an end, and the final show was that all the women walked onto the stage, lying sideways on the ground and doing kicking movements, showing their pussies of different colors and shapes.When I walked out of the wooden house, I discovered that among the audience of more than 100 people, there were actually an old man with a cane and a young man with a schoolbag.

I walked through the corridor and walked into the toilet. From the small window above the wall, I saw that the audience went down the stairs, and the middle-aged women who sold tickets and the men who served as guards were gone.I slipped out quietly and walked into the small wooden room again.The backstage, separated by curtains, was messy, and the girls who had changed their clothes were lying or sitting, all with blank expressions.The woman wrapped in light gauze on the stage had already changed into jeans and was sitting on the outermost wooden box. Her legs were slender, her facial features were small, she was extremely beautiful, but her eyes were sad.I said quietly, I am a reporter, can I help you?She looked at me suspiciously and burst into tears.She remembered the sound of footsteps outside the door, she hastily wiped away her tears, and resumed the dull expression just now.I saw a blue welt on the back of her neck.

I stood up, pretending to be nonchalant, and paced.A man with a scar on his face came in, he grabbed my clothes brutally and asked, what are you doing here?I pretended to be relaxed and said, I want to meet your ladies, are they coming out?The man pushed me and said, get out.Spit splashed on my face.

I went down the stairs and saw several hideous men guarding each floor.They looked at me with fierce eyes.

Walking on the dusty streets of the small county town, I feel sad.All kinds of cries turned this noon into a pot of sticky porridge. Walking tractors drove up with billowing black smoke, and rickshaws wobbled away. People were busy, but did they know?On the floor next to them, there were a few girls who were under the control of evil forces, engaged in things more shameful and nasty than prostitution.

Then, I found an informant in daimyo who originally provided me with information about a company cutting down trees for expansion.I said, saving people is important, I want to save those girls.He was very unhappy, he said, keep it, and let everyone have fun in life.I said, I am a reporter, if I stand by and do nothing when encountering such a thing, I will violate my own principles and professional ethics, and I will feel condemned by my conscience for the rest of my life.If I wasn't a reporter, I might be in the same mindset as you.He hesitated for a while, and then reluctantly said, okay.

The informant said that the obscene troupe had existed in Daming for three years, performing three times a day.They change the girls regularly, and the girls are all from some remote mountainous areas in Anhui, Henan.Behind the performance troupe are the local underworld and evil forces from other places colluding with each other. After they performed here for a period of time, they were transferred to other places to continue performing.

I decided to call the police.Infiltrate with plainclothes cops during their lewd performances.

I think what I did is a very dangerous and tragic thing, maybe I will be beaten and killed here, because I heard that the gangsters in small places never follow the rules of the world, they kill people like killing chickens Casual and flippant.I suddenly missed Ah Qing very much.

I called Ah Qing, she agreed with my thoughts, and told me again and again to be careful, and to contact her at any time.There was a warm feeling in my heart.For a weak girl, she can't help me, but as long as I have her care, I am very happy and satisfied.

At night, when the time for the obscene show was approaching, I walked through the gate of the police station.

I quite thought that the police and I would take down this obscene den in one fell swoop. We suddenly appeared like heavenly soldiers and generals, and the criminals were captured and begged for mercy, just like in TV dramas. , nearly killed my daimyo.

I walked into the police station, and a man with a black mole on his cheek and a tuft of long hair on the mole received me.His belly is round, like a pregnant woman who is pregnant with Liujia.The majestic police uniform was randomly draped on his body, making him look strong on the outside but ugly on the inside, exactly like the funny policeman played by the famous comedian Chen Peisi.I talked about the underworld forcing women to perform obscenely, and he stared at me, his eyeballs almost popping out.He asked me back, how do you know they are gangsters?The law and order here is very good, where did the underworld come from.With the underworld, what do we need the police to do?
I was choked all at once.After stopping for a full minute, I said respectfully, right now, that hotel is performing an obscene show, and I request you to go with me.I'm here to make a report to you.I am a reporter.

He said contemptuously, reporter?Which reporter.Take out the certificate and let me see it.

I handed over the "press card" with both hands.He flipped through it casually and threw it on the table and said, it’s fake, right?Today we have received reports that a fake reporter came to our daimyo to defraud us.Could it be you.

I am a little angry, do I have to prove my identity first when I come to report the crime?However, in this place where the sky is high and the emperor is far away, surrounded by mountains on all sides, there is no reason to talk to these people with guns.They are law enforcers, they can flout the law, they think their words are the law, they can do whatever they want, and they think they have the greatest authority with a big hat on their heads.They are frogs in a well, and they cover the sky with their arrogant hands.They don't understand reason and don't make sense.

I said, you can call our newspaper office to confirm, or you can look up my "Press Card" number online.

He said, what is the phone number of the newspaper office?
I said a number, and he seemed to memorize the twelve-digit phone number together with the area code. He didn't record it with a pen, so he got up and said, I'm going to call.He didn't ask me to find the website of the "Press Card", he must be an illiterate who doesn't understand computers.

He has a phone on his desk, but he's going out to make a call.I heard a lot about the collusion between police and gangsters, and I suddenly wondered if he might also be in collusion with those gangsters.I am a little scared, but also a little regretful.

A few minutes later, he came in and lit a cigarette on his own. I found that the cigarette he was smoking was soft-packed Zhonghua. The high-end and expensive cigarettes were paid for by the director of a small police station according to his normal salary. unconsumable.He leaned back in his chair, opened a newspaper, read it slowly, and said, the police force is being organized, and I will go with you later.You lead the way.

After waiting for more than ten minutes, he said, well, let's go together.Then I went downstairs, and there was a white van at the door, the police lights on the roof were covered with dust, and there were two ice-cold policemen in the car.

The van starts and they ask me, where is it?Which way to go?I said the name of that hotel, and they said they hadn't heard of it.I'm surprised that the policemen have never heard of the few hotels in a small county town.

(End of this chapter)