Renault stared at Lu Ming with eyes that gradually softened. He suddenly smiled and said something incoherently.
Yang Guiren was stunned, but still had to translate, "Mr. Renault said that you are right, his father is indeed old, and some of his ideas are outdated!" There was a strange expression on his face. This guy's mood is changeable and it is really hard to guess.
Renault continued to talk in a nonsensical manner.
Yang Guiren smiled and said, "Director Wen, Mr. Renault, I heard that the dancers here are very beautiful. So, are there any prettier ones than Nicole Hepburn?"
Wen Liangyu smiled and said, "How can that be compared? There is absolutely no comparison."
Many gossip magazines reported that Leno pursued Nicole Hepburn madly but was rejected time and again.
At this time, Lu Ming whispered a few words in Wen Liangyu's ear.
Wen Liangyu was startled, then laughed and said, "Mr. Renault, everyone, you must rarely sing on stage, right? Are there any of you who like to sing? I'll close the dance hall today and open it to you. Let's go sing! Let's try something new today, okay?"
Without waiting for others to speak, little Renault stood up excitedly after listening to Yang Guiren's translation, and said something in a babble, looking a little impatient.
There is no karaoke nowadays. Even in dance halls, it is the singers and dancers who sing on the stage.
As a guest, singing on stage? It does feel like a novel experience.
Westerners are usually very interested in new and interesting things.
The other cowboys also cheered loudly.
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Today’s recording equipment is not something that ordinary people can own, but it just so happens that the dance hall of the Windbo Club has it.
At this time, in the corner, on a huge black box-like tape recorder, the plastic tape reel was slowly rotating.
On the stage, the cowboys were very cheerful, singing solo, chorus, and even dancing the cowboy dance together.
Sitting at the tables below were all beautiful women in cheongsams, about twenty or thirty of them, giggling and applauding.
The cowboys on stage are even more exciting.
Lu Ming sat at a table far away from the curtain, watching the scene quietly.
I picked up a cigarette, but it seemed that I had forgotten to bring a lighter. I seldom smoke, and only occasionally light a cigarette when I feel tired and need to think.
"Click", the fire lit up, and a windproof silver lighter was gently held by a slender hand and brought to Lu Ming.
Lu Ming turned his head and found that a beautiful woman in a green cheongsam was sitting next to him. She looked familiar.
"Sir, you must not remember me. You have been here before, with a Western guest..."
Lu Ming remembered that he had only been to this dance hall once, for Li Mingxuan's case and to get information about forensic assistant Cheng Dalongtao.
This cheongsam dancer was the one who accompanied Cheng Dalong at that time, but he forgot her name.
"Oh, Cheng Dalong, do I still come to see you often?" Lu Ming smiled.
"Not often..." The dancer shook her head and whispered, "Sir, my name is A-Mei, can you do me a favor? I know it's very presumptuous..."
Lu Ming waved his hand: "You said..."
"I, I don't want to do this anymore. I've saved some money and want to go back to the countryside, but I'm afraid that Boss Wen will be angry..."
Lu Ming nodded: "I will talk to him." He turned to look at her, "I wish you a happy life in the future, and never look back."
Ah Mei was stunned, tears welled up in her eyes immediately, "Thank you, thank you sir! You, you are a good person..."
She suddenly came closer and gave Lu Ming a light kiss on the face.
Lu Ming did not dodge, knowing how much courage it took for her to do this. In her eyes, there was a huge gap between him and her class that was difficult to cross. How abrupt and unimaginable it would be for her to touch him actively
She didn't mean anything else, she just wanted to express her gratitude.
He smiled gently at her, "Go ahead and enjoy the dance for a few days. Dancing is supposed to be fun."
"Yeah!" Amei nodded vigorously, wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, stood up, and ran briskly to the group of dancing women.
Lu Ming picked up the cup on the table, poured a glass of wine, and shook it gently.
It's time to end.
Suddenly, someone exclaimed. It turned out that little Renault had somehow come down from the stage and went to A-Mei's table, who was applauding and cheering for the cowboys, and sat next to A-Mei. Maybe he noticed that A-Mei had whispered with Lu Ming before.
He has been observing Lu Ming.
And a woman who has some kind of ambiguous relationship with Lu Ming may make him very excited.
I don’t know what he did to cause Ah Mei’s resistance, he immediately slapped Ah Mei to the ground and kicked her hard.
Everyone who came forward to persuade him, including the cowboys, was pushed away by Little Renault.
Lu Ming watched this scene and slowly drank the wine in the glass.
"Bang", a wine bottle hit little Renault's head hard.
Then, little Renault was hit hard on the nose, and he fell to the ground in dismay.
Lu Ming rushed forward and punched him hard in the face, one punch, two punches, three punches...
The cowboys were originally trying to stop the fight, but at this time, someone reached for the revolver at his waist.
"No one is allowed to move! Whoever moves will die!" After going out for a while, Wen Liangyu, who came hurriedly, shouted loudly.
The cowboys didn't need to understand his language, but they could see the black muzzles of the guns of a dozen black-clad gunmen who suddenly surrounded them.
One can also feel the cold aura emanating from these people, which is a kind of numbness to the sense of existence of life.
They were definitely not pretending. If anything went wrong, they would be shot to death.
Cowboys, no one dared to move.
Lu Ming slowly stood up and found little Renault lying on the ground with blood all over his face.
"Puh", he spat a mouthful of saliva fiercely on little Renault's face.
"You're courting death by trying to snatch my woman away!"
In Lu Ming's heart, there was a cold voice. This was a greeting on behalf of little Martha and those countless poor souls who died tragically in your hands. It was the first greeting from hell!