Siheyuan, don't yell at me

He Daqing's daily routine began to become regular. He set up a small stall outside the university at noon.

In the afternoon, I just wandered around the city and had fun.

I didn't do anything during the day. I only started to work at night.

After two days, He Daqing and Vice President Paul gradually became familiar with each other.

As Paul ate the spring rolls, the two of them started to talk about more topics.

When he met the old man, he would always bring up his status as vice president to make matters worse, but He Daqing would not tolerate it.

"Old man, you are already half buried in the ground, your status is all fake.

A strong body is the real thing.

With someone like you, if I give you a beautiful woman, can you handle it?

Even though I'm just a cook, I make a lot of money.

Do you know how many women I sleep with in one night?

It will scare you to death if I tell you, six, exactly six."

Vice President Paul immediately became interested and looked very excited.

"Young man, you have to learn moderation.

Hey, tell me, what is the situation of these six women? "

He Daqing also had a dissolute look on his face and laughed like a pig, "gee, gee, gee."

"Hey, that's a long story.

Do you know about the underground dance hall? "

Vice President Paul looked confused and shook his head unconsciously.

“No, I haven’t heard of it.

Moscow, is there such a thing? "

He Daqing had a look of contempt on his face and pointed at old man Paul and made fun of him.

"You old man, you've lived most of your life in vain, and you don't even know about underground dance halls?

Those are near factories with a particularly large number of female workers, such as cotton mills and garment factories.

On Friday and Saturday nights, there are underground dances organized by some people.

The beautiful female workers near the factory would put on exquisite makeup and come to this dance party.

Imagine hundreds of beautiful girls dancing on the dance floor.

The women were jealous of my arrival.

Even fistfighting, fighting, just to drink a glass of vodka with me..."

Paul took a deep breath. Is there really such a wonderful place in the world?

Those damn guards only knew how to take me, the dean, to those dirty places to find prostitutes selling their flesh.

Those pheasants have no education at all and can do nothing except taking off their clothes.

As the dean, even if we ask them to solve a two-dimensional equation, they can't do it. They are such losers. No wonder they can only make a living by selling meat.

Seeing that Vice President Paul was drooling, He Daqing dropped another bombshell.

"Old man, guess how I live at home?

For example, when it comes to eating, I like them to cook for me while naked.

One made bread, one boiled potatoes, one roasted beef, and one poured me wine.

As for the remaining two, I hugged them on both sides and let them feed me..."

Paul's eyes widened and his breathing became rapid, almost suffocating.

He Daqing took a look and realized that this was not going to work. If he continued to blow, the old thing would not be able to bear the stimulation and would probably die.

He quickly patted Paul on the back to help him calm down.

Paul's stomach almost popped out after being slapped by He Daqing.

He coughed violently a few times and quickly waved his hand to stop He Daqing's rude actions.

"Stop filming, stop filming, the dean is fine.

By the way, where were you just now?

What is their educational level? Can they write chemical formulas? Can they do math problems? "

Paul's tone was very anxious. He stretched his neck and looked at He Daqing expectantly.

It's like a child with an incredibly strong thirst for knowledge discovering an unknown forbidden area.

Looking at Paul's eager eyes, He Daqing smiled proudly.

Humph, what a shitty vice-president. When it comes to playing with women, you, old man Paul, are nothing compared to me, He Daqing.

It's a waste that you, Paul, have lived for sixty years, but you are just a fool who shows off his strength in a brothel.

He Daqing glanced at Paul arrogantly.

"Hey, you want to know?

Okay, then I’ll tell you.

They all graduated from junior high school and seemed to have pretty good grades.

Some simple math problems and chemical formulas should not be difficult for them.

Tsk tsk, I'll try something new tonight.

I want them to get naked and learn from me how to solve quadratic equations.

Haha, I’m such a f*cking genius…”

Vice President Paul's pupils dilated like a ferocious beast, and he grasped He Daqing's collar tightly with both hands.

“I’ll help you teach, I’ll help you teach.

I am proficient in mathematics, chemistry, and physics. Please let me teach you.

I give you money, I give you money.

OK? OK?

I beg you, please let me teach you, please let me teach you..."

He Daqing quickly pulled Paul's hand away with a look of disgust on his face.

"Old man, what are you thinking about?

I don’t need you to teach my woman anything.

If you say something like that again, I'm going to be angry with you.

I still consider you a friend, but you actually want to take advantage of an old woman?

Get out of here, I won’t sell you my spring rolls anymore…”

Paul's guard saw He Daqing and Paul struggling and hurried over.

"What are you doing? What are you doing?

Spring roll seller, do you believe I will smash your stall?

Dean Paul, are you okay?

I'll break his legs right now and teach him a lesson."

Paul reached out and pushed the guard, cursing loudly:

"Get out of my way. I'm just joking with my friends. What does it have to do with you?

Stand further away from me. If you do this again, I will report you to my superiors and have you sent to a farm for forced labor."

The guard didn't dare to say a word. He pouted and ran to the corner dejectedly, feeling sad.

Vice President Paul straightened his clothes, showed off his official power, and became arrogant again.

He said to He Daqing in a negotiating tone:

“Little comrade, I, Paul, swear to God that I have absolutely no intention of taking advantage of your woman.

I just suddenly thought of such a new way of playing that I couldn’t control myself.

This may be a bit presumptuous, please forgive me for this.

I would like to ask, where is the underground dance party you mentioned?

Are there really beautiful young women there who can do math problems as you said?"

He Daqing waved his hands, reluctantly forgiving Paul.

"Old man, I am a Tatar royal noble, how can I lie to you?

Think about it, who from all over the country doesn’t want to come to Moscow to work and live?

The conditions for recruiting female workers in those factories are very selective. Not only do they have to be good-looking, they also have high requirements for cultural level.

After being selected by the organizers of the underground dance hall, the women who can enter the dance are all carefully selected from hundreds of thousands of young ladies.

Hehe, I also paid a huge price to be qualified to enter there.

If you don’t have someone familiar to introduce you, forget it, you won’t be able to find the place at all.

Only in the dance hall, under the influence of alcohol, would those women become bold.

I’m afraid you, an old man, will never understand the feeling...”