Returning to my senior year of high school before college, I became addicted to dating.

It was 8:30 p.m. He took out his phone and made a call.

"Hey, has the minibus arrived yet?"

"We're here, at the entrance."

Lin Feng hung up the phone, looked at the twenty-odd young men in front of him, and waved his hand:

"Let's go to Jiamusi, to karaoke. It's on me tonight."

Everyone cheered in unison.

Tiger led the charge out, but was stopped by Raymond Lam:

"Wait a minute, you have to watch the shop."

Tiger's face fell: "Why?"

"Because you look fierce, you can ward off evil spirits."

Tiger looked at the remaining people in the shop—two milk tea girls, Zhao Lulu, his aunt, his third aunt, and his mother.

There definitely needs to be a man.

He rolled his eyes and pointed to the two strongest young men: "You two stay. I'll go."

The two young men looked unwilling but dared not utter a word, and could only look at Lin Feng pitifully.

Lin Feng laughed and said, "Brother Tiger, this is workplace bullying! That won't do. You have to make them stay willingly, or you can stay yourself."

Tiger's eyes darted around again, and with a determined look, he pulled out a hundred yuan and painfully handed it to the two burly young men:

"You two will each get fifty, and you'll be allowed to take turns going online for two hours each night."

He glared at them both again: "Isn't that enough? Don't push your luck!"

Seeing that they could get money and internet access, the two young men immediately took the money and bowed to Tiger.

"Thank you, Brother Hu. Have a great time and enjoy yourself to the fullest."

Lin Feng nodded in satisfaction; he had already guessed that Tiger would do this.

The group boarded the minibus.

The car headlights illuminated a short stretch of road ahead. The night in Huanan County had quieted down, but the neon lights of the entertainment city were still on, and the five large characters "Galaxy Entertainment City" stood out prominently in the night.

The young men on the bus had already started singing; they were singing the ending theme song from the TV series "The Smiling, Proud Wanderer".

"A bitter search, only to lose everything in despair."

"Lovely, hateful, what a pity."

"A dream within a dream, a dream within a dreamer's dream."

"I can't dream of the past being blown away like the wind..."

Raymond Lam leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes as he listened to everyone sing.

My phone suddenly vibrated. It was a text message from Zhang Min:

"How's business today?"

Lin Feng replied, "They sold over 3.3 million in one day?"

Zhang Min sent a string of question marks: "???"

Raymond Lam replied: "Just kidding. We sold less than 40,000. But we'll sell more in the future."

Zhang Min asked, "When are you coming back?"

Lin Feng glanced at the dark sky outside the car window and replied, "Tomorrow. Tonight we'll go to Jiamusi to treat the brothers."

Zhang Min replied with an "Mm," and then sent another message: "Don't drink too much, it's bad for your health."

Lin Feng smiled and put his phone in his pocket.

The minibus swayed along the highway for an hour, and there was never a moment of peace inside.

Tiger led the way in howling "I'll Love You Till I Die," and he sang until his voice cracked during the high notes, sounding like a chicken being slaughtered.

Lin Feng, on the other hand, was thinking: Which karaoke bar should we go to?

Heaven on Earth is ranked number one in Jiamusi, but it's too expensive. Taking so many people there will wipe out today's revenue.

The Grand Glory Casino is ranked second, but it's too big; going in feels like shopping in a mall, which is boring.

The nightclub at the Jiamusi Hotel ranks third, but it's too old-fashioned and more suitable for middle-aged business owners over forty to discuss business.

On the banks of the Rhine. Newly opened, ranked fourth.

Novel and stylish, reasonably priced, it's perfect for these young people.

Raymond Lam patted Tiger next to him: "Go tell the driver to go to the Rhine Riverside KTV."

Tiger's eyes lit up: "I know that place! It's newly opened, and it's not cheap! I heard they even have Russian restaurants there."

Lin Feng nodded: "I'll order you a Russian one later."

Tiger chuckled slyly, "That's great! It's just that we don't speak the language, so it's hard to chat!"

As the car entered Jiamusi city, the streetlights came on, and the neon lights along the streets began to flash.

It was already pitch black in Huanan County, while Jiamusi was still brightly lit.

The minibus was parked in front of a four-story building.

The entrance is gold, and the huge words "Rhine Riverbank" are inlaid with neon tubes that flash alternately in blue, purple and pink.

There are two Roman columns at the entrance, and on top of the columns, two plaster angels with outstretched wings hold a harp in their hands.

Two uniformed doormen stood at the entrance, wearing hats that looked like traffic police caps, their backs ramrod straight.

The automatic doors opened and closed, letting in warm yellow light, mixed with music and laughter.

The twenty brothers filed down, each with their heads tilted back and mouths agape, like Grandma Liu visiting the Grand View Garden.

Wang Lei took out his phone and started taking pictures, the flash making the doorman blink.

The reception area was made of a single piece of black marble, and three beautiful young women in green cheongsams stood there, their hair neatly styled and wearing professional smiles.

Tiger stepped on the marble floor, then squatted down and touched it, as if he were appraising an antique.

"Holy crap! These floor tiles are shinier than the straw mat on my grandma's kang (heated brick bed)."

Lin Feng pulled him up: "Don't embarrass yourself, let's go."

A young woman in a cheongsam approached and said, "Hello sir, do you have a reservation?"

"No. Are the largest private rooms still available?"

"Yes, we have VIP Room No. 1, which can seat 30 people, with a minimum charge of 2,000."

"It's open."

The girl in the cheongsam was clearly taken aback. This group of people looked to be no more than 20 years old on average, and their clothes were all over the place, like a bunch of vagrants. She didn't expect them to be so generous.

The little girl snapped out of her daze and quickly led them upstairs to the second floor, wiggling her little bottom as she led the way.

The young men watching swallowed hard.

VIP Room 1 was at the very back. After walking through a carpeted corridor and pushing open the door, everyone was stunned.

The room was ridiculously large, at least 200 square meters.

There is a huge LCD screen on each of the three walls, and opposite it is a U-shaped leather sofa that can seat thirty or forty people.

The coffee table is made of glass and is thick enough to be used as a cutting board.

There's also a small bar in the corner; a waiter will be there to serve this private room shortly.

Tiger took a step, his foot landing on the thick carpet, which felt as soft as walking on cotton.

"This carpet is softer than the steamed egg custard my mom makes."

Lin Feng walked to the coffee table, picked up the menu, flipped through it, and said to the waiter following behind him, "The 2666 set meal."

The waiter bowed and introduced:

"Yes, sir. The set meal includes one hundred bottles of Budweiser, six bottles of champagne, two bottles of Chivas Regal 12-year-old, twenty-four bottles of iced tea, four fruit platters, dried fruit, nuts, and eight kinds of snacks."

Lin Feng nodded, and the waiter went to place the order.

Tiger leaned over: "Brother Feng, two thousand six hundred? We only made thirty-three thousand today..."

Lin Feng tossed the price list onto the coffee table, sat down on the sofa, and said, "What's the point of making money if you're not going to spend it?"

The group pulled out their phones and took pictures everywhere, the flashes making it look like a press conference.

The drinks were all served; a hundred bottles of Budweiser were lined up in a row, like a queue.

Six bottles of champagne were placed in an ice bucket, two bottles of Chivas Regal were placed in the center of the coffee table, and iced tea and a fruit platter were arranged next to them.

The waiter whispered in Raymond Lam's ear, "Brother, shall we sing something risqué or something plain?"

Raymond Lam patted him on the shoulder: "Of course it's erotic."

The waiter gave me a knowing, sly smile.

"Okay, bro, I'll go get Mommy!"