Siheyuan, don't yell at me

Walking through the long underground passage illuminated by pink lights.

Two men blocked the door again, and this time they didn't charge any fees.

The two men searched He Daqing from head to toe and made sure that he had no weapons before letting him in.

There was even a guard standing nearby, frisking a woman.

As for why the body search was required, He Daqing knew it clearly.

He knows all too well about getting drunk, fighting and causing trouble.

After passing through three iron doors, He Daqing finally reached his destination.

In the huge dance floor, under the dim lights, men and women hugged each other and danced ballroom dance.

The melodious violin, combined with the accordion, played a lively dance music.

In the booths around the dance floor, men and women leaned against each other, drinking wine, chatting and laughing.

He Daqing didn't think twice and plunged into the dance floor.

In his previous life, He Daqing almost lived in a dance hall in China in the 1980s, so naturally he could dance all kinds of dances.

This ballroom dance is so childish.

At the edge of the dance floor, He Daqing grabbed a girl with curly breasts, hugged the girl, and stepped onto the dance floor.

The girl was somewhat reluctant, but He Daqing was too strong and she couldn't twist him away at all. She could only be passively pulled into the dance floor.

He Daqing felt that the other party was unfamiliar with the dance steps, and began to guide the girl's dance steps skillfully.

The song was over before I could enjoy it enough.

The woman hurriedly pushed He Daqing away and squeezed behind her two friends.

He Daqing shook his head, taking in the atmosphere of the dance hall, and walked to the bar.

He Daqing bought a glass of vodka for one ruble. The bartender handed him a glass of vodka and sprinkled a pinch of salt on the back of his hand.

Following the example of other Russians, He Daqing licked the salt.

Then pour the entire glass of vodka into your mouth.

Let the wine stay in your throat and make a "gurgling~gurgling~" sound.

The salty taste of salt mixed with the hot wine does have a different taste in the throat.

As for the smell, He Daqing felt as if he had drunk a bowl of pungent alcohol, and his entire nasal cavity was filled with that pungent smell.

If it weren't for the salt for seasoning, He Daqing was afraid he would vomit it out, it was so unpalatable.

I saw everyone taking out cigarette boxes and walking towards one place.

He Daqing also took out a pack of cigarettes and followed him to the smoking room.

There are more women than men in the smoking room.

He Daqing was leaning in a corner and had just lit a cigarette when a woman came up to him and asked for it.

The girl had big wavy hair, which was quite nice. He Daqing generously handed her a cigarette and the two started chatting.

Another young girl came up and stretched out her hand as if asking for a cigarette.

He Daqing waved his hand and refused without hesitation, and started to curse:

"You tomboy, your chest is flatter than mine, go play somewhere else."

Ignoring the young woman with a livid face, He Daqing continued chatting and laughing with the girl with an amazing figure.

As he was talking, He Daqing hugged the woman in his arms, determined to take advantage of her and earn back the money he spent on the cigarette.

This woman was quite aggressive, and she even turned around and started taking advantage of He Daqing.

If it weren't for the loud music playing in the dance hall, He Daqing would have almost made a fool of himself.

There aren't many entertainment activities these days, especially with such exciting music. No one can resist dancing on the dance floor.

He Daqing was naturally no exception. He followed the crowd into the dance floor and started dancing to his heart's content.

The coquettish movements and exaggerated dancing postures really attracted cheers from many girls.

He Daqing was dancing to his heart's content, and even lifted his hips to rub against the beautiful woman.

He hits this one twice, and that one twice, just like a little teddy bear in heat.

He Daqing kept pushing and pushing, and finally someone couldn't stand it anymore and reached out to push He Daqing away.

"You yellow monkey, stay away from my female companion."

He Daqing immediately reached out and pushed him back, and the two of them pressed their chests against each other, glaring at each other.

"You are a hairy gorilla, are you worthy of playing with such a beautiful woman?

I can hit whichever one I want..."

The crowd dispersed and surrounded the two people, forming a circle.

Strange cries continued to be heard.

"Oh~"

"Oh~"

"Oh~"

"Ulla~"

Drinking, fighting and snatching women in a dance hall are all very normal things for the Russians.

There was even a host who took the microphone and came out to fan the flames.

“Ladies and gentlemen, there seems to be a little friction between the two warriors standing in the center of the stage.

According to the rules of our ballroom, two warriors can choose to arm wrestle or duel to resolve the dispute. "

The old Russian who had been arguing with He Daqing rubbed his big bald head and shouted unceremoniously:

"I choose to duel. I will knock out at least three of the yellow monkey's front teeth."

The bald man's shouting caused the crowd to scream.

He Daqing saw that and thought, how could that be possible? I also want to be in the spotlight.

He raised a fist, shook his head and yelled loudly.

"One punch. I only need one punch. One punch is enough to knock the hairy gorilla down."

The two of them exchanged words again, arguing with each other.

The host even brought out a bottle of specially crafted vodka as a prize for the winner.

With a command, the duel officially began.

The bald man grinned and punched He Daqing, but before he could throw his fist, he was hit hard in the face.

He staggered for a bit and then fell directly to the ground.

The crowd watching booed loudly.

I thought it was going to be an exciting battle, but I didn't expect it to end so poorly.

And most people still tend to think that the bald man will win.

After all, He Daqing looks like a yellow-skinned person. He is either a Mongolian or a black-haired person from Kazakhstan.

The reputation of the Black Russians in Moscow has always been bad because they are too poor and often engage in fraudulent activities.

He Daqing raised his hands high, jumped twice with excitement, and snatched the bottle of special vodka from the host.

As the music started, no one could stop He Daqing from dancing on the dance floor.

He Daqing stayed until the intermission, then rubbed his sore waist and left the dance floor.

It's really enjoyable, but it's a bit tiring.

Holding a bottle of specially made vodka, He Daqing began to look for a seat in the booth.

All the seats were occupied and He Daqing didn't want to share the table with others.

With eyes wide open, he scanned the booth area.

My eyes lit up. There were two Russian guys who looked very honest.

He Daqing walked straight up to the two Russians and whitewashed them.

"You two wimps, get out of here, this is my place.

Not convinced? If you don’t agree, let’s fight, both of you come together…”

As soon as He Daqing sat down, three beautiful girls came up to him.

"Sir, can we sit here?"

He Daqing took a look and realized that these were the three sisters he had just hit on the dance floor.

Tsk tsk, look at the look in their eyes, they are treating me as prey.