Espionage: You're tasked with spying, but you'll blow up the Special Higher Police?

Hearing the sound of running water outside the door, both men fell silent. After the man left, Zhou Hongyi opened the partition door a crack, observed for a moment, and then left. The Central Bureau of Investigation's (Zhongtong) spies also observed for a while before daring to leave.

Upon arriving at the dance floor, the guests had already finished the opening dance, and the atmosphere gradually became more lively. Many gentlemen strolled around the dance hall; those with female companions chatted animatedly, while those without companions boasted and joked with the dancers.

Just then, all the spotlights focused on the center of the stage. Maggie Cheung, dressed in an elegant evening gown, stepped into the spotlight, gripped the microphone tightly, and spoke in a magnetic voice:

"Ladies and gentlemen, distinguished guests, welcome to the Paramount Ballroom. I am very envious of the guests today, because you will have the honor of witnessing the popularity of these two songs in Shanghai! I believe that after the performance on this stage today, you will all be eager to buy the related records. Ladies and gentlemen, please enjoy my new song, with lyrics and music by Mr. Zhou Hongyi... 'I Only Care About You'!"

Before singing, Maggie Cheung introduced the song's lyricist and composer to the audience. The guests below were whispering amongst themselves, wondering who Mr. Zhou Hongyi was. They'd never heard of such a songwriter before.

Amidst the murmurs, the music began, and Maggie Cheung's nightingale-like voice filled the entire ballroom, instantly silencing the crowd.

The allure of music transcends borders; even the foreigners on the dance floor listened intently, forgetting the wine in their glasses and their female companions, their attention entirely focused on the spotlight.

At this moment, Zhou Hongyi had already activated the "Insightful Eye" mode. Taking advantage of everyone's attention being drawn to the singing, he began digging into other people's privacy in the crowd.

As he passed the bearded man, he lightly poked him in the waist and whispered, "Something's going to happen at the dance hall tonight. Keep a low profile and observe from the outside."

The bearded Chen Gong wanted to strike up a conversation with him, but upon hearing this information, he instantly became alert and unconsciously put his hands into his pockets.

Those in his line of work would rather believe it than not, and Zhou Hongyi had no reason to lie to him; if he wanted to harm him, he wouldn't have released him from prison in the first place.

After calming the bearded man down, Zhou Hongyi went around to the back of "Bodhi," facing away from the booth. While lighting a cigarette, he whispered, "There are people from the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics (CBIS) and the Military Bureau of Investigation and Statistics (MBIS) in the dance hall. The CBIS people are assassins, and the MBIS people are trying to recruit me. It's not a good day to meet. You can wait for me at this address regarding 'Fireworks' true identity and how to deal with him. That's my shop."

After lighting his cigarette, Zhou Hongyi casually tossed his metal lighter onto the booth and turned to walk back towards the stage.

Bodhi never looked back at him once. After feeling the lighter slip off the tray, he leaned back and quickly put it in his pocket.

At this moment, Maggie Cheung finished performing her new song, receiving a standing ovation. The guests applauded and cheered, seemingly foreshadowing the song's future popularity.

"This Zhou Hongyi is amazing! This song is comparable to 'Shanghai Nights' and 'Rose Rose.' He has made bold changes in style, and the lyrics are down-to-earth, expressing the complex emotions between men and women that are hard to explain. Does anyone know this Zhou Hongyi? I would like to hire him to write a song for our singer!"

After listening to Maggie Cheung's new song, a music record business owner at the scene became very interested and inquired about Zhou Hongyi's identity.

After Maggie Cheung finished singing this song, she showed no intention of leaving the stage. She simply took a sip of water, chatted briefly with the band, and then began introducing her second song.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the next new song is also composed and written by Mr. Zhou Hongyi. Please listen quietly to Manyu's performance."

Maggie Cheung raised her hand, signaling for silence. Her rendition of "The Moon Represents My Heart" was melodious and moving, each note and lyric gently touching the hearts of the listeners. Even after the song ended, the audience remained silent for a long time until Maggie Cheung bowed to the audience, at which point they seemed to awaken from their reverie and began to applaud.

"Oh my! Miss Manyu, both of your songs today were better than the last, more amazing than the last! I dare say that with these two songs, you will definitely outshine all the dance halls in Shanghai and win a standing ovation! You will even have a great chance of winning the Miss Rose election next month!"

As soon as Manyu stepped off the stage, she was surrounded by several regular customers, some praising her, some fawning over her, and others inquiring about who Zhou Hongyi was.

She smiled and handled the situation with ease, and soon walked to Zhou Hongyi's side.

“Young Master Zhou, thank you for these two songs. I will definitely host a banquet to express my gratitude later.”

Zhou Hongyi smiled freely, took the cigarette out of his mouth and blew out a smoke ring, saying, "Miss Manyu, there's no need to be so polite. This is like giving a fine sword to a hero, and a good song should also be given to the person who can perform it. If it were just given to anyone else to sing, it would never achieve the same effect as today. It's beautiful, extremely beautiful!"

Manyu blushed slightly, a rare occurrence for her. She sat down on the chair next to him, ordered a glass of wine, and clinked her glass against Zhou Hongyi's. She said, "Young Master Zhou, I won't repeat my words of thanks. Would you mind if I invited you to dance with me?"

Zhou Hongyi laughed heartily, put down his wine glass and cigarette, stood up and made an extremely gentlemanly gesture, extending his hand to Manyu.

"Beautiful lady, would you do me the honor of dancing with me?"

Manyu was quite satisfied with Zhou Hongyi's reaction. She gently placed her hand in his and gracefully walked to the center of the dance floor.

At that moment, the band was playing melodious classical music, and the guests on the dance floor were inviting their female companions to dance with them.

Zhou Hongyi was dressed in a neat suit, his hair was combed meticulously, and his 1.8-meter height, combined with his handsome appearance, made him the focus of everyone's attention the moment he stood next to Manyu.

He could dance ballroom dances with ease, one hand gently resting on Maggie Cheung's waist, the other holding her palm. His steps were light and graceful, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, making him appear both skilled and unpretentious.

After dancing for a while, Manyu said with slight surprise, "I didn't expect Young Master Zhou to dance so well."

Zhou Hongyi closed the distance between them, blinked lightly, and gently tightened his grip on the other's waist, pressing Manyu completely against his chest.

"Ok?"

Although dancers like Manyu are seasoned ladies' men, Zhou Hongyi's flirting skills are no less impressive. As the band's music gradually became more upbeat, Zhou Hongyi's movements became increasingly exaggerated.

At first, he simply increased the speed and frequency of his dance steps, then he expanded the range of motion, tossing Manyu around like a yo-yo, pulling her back and forth, guiding her to spin, bend over, and even toss her up close to her waist while she turned, only to catch her with his strong arms. The dance steps were expansive and sweeping, and gradually, the other dancers moved aside, leaving only Zhou Hongyi and Manyu in the center of the dance floor.

After the dance, Maggie Cheung not only had beads of sweat on her forehead, but her breathing also became rapid. Whether it was because her heart was racing or because she was embarrassed, her face turned completely red.

Zhou Hongyi put his arm around her waist and asked softly, "Miss Manyu, how are you? Are you alright? Are you tired?"

Manyu took a deep breath to calm her racing heart and used a cough to cover up her embarrassment.

"No...it's nothing, Young Master Zhou, you're amazing."

Maggie Cheung's words were a double entendre, praising both his dancing skills and his flirting abilities.

Zhou Hongyi then released the other person's hand and waist at the opportune moment, took half a step back, snapped his fingers at the band, and said: "Please~~Jazzblue~~showtime~!"

The band had many foreigners in it, and they immediately understood Zhou Hongyi's meaning. The music sped up again, and the cheerful rhythm instantly ignited the atmosphere.