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Soon, the time arrived, and she picked up A-Lian and Fei Hu, heading straight to the hotel. Along the way, she was animated and happily chatting with Fei Hu, while A-Lian sat in the back seat, tightly holding onto her money bag and remaining silent.
Wealthy people seek enjoyment, and Fei Hu also benefited from this. At the luxurious Five-Star Hotel, Zhang Jia had reserved a table for them on the 48th floor. The room was not very large but was elegantly decorated, and it had a view. Sitting by the window, they could see the bustling streets of Hong Kong, which made A-Lian beam with joy.
"This must be A-Lian! You can put down the bag you're holding; what are you so careful about?" Zhang Jia said with a smile while ordering food.
Once the waiter left, A-Lian quietly said, "It's money."
"Ah! Are you guys out of your minds? Carrying such a big bag of money around on the street, aren't you afraid of being robbed?" Zhang Jia exclaimed, glancing at Fei Hu.
Fei Hu chuckled lightly and explained the difficulties he and A-Lian were currently facing to Zhang Jia. After listening, Zhang Jia smiled and said, "You guys are really impressive, coming all the way to Hong Kong to collect debts. I admire you for that. This is a trivial matter; just give me the details in a moment. Provide me with your card number, and I'll call them right now to transfer the money to you. As for the exchange rate, we won't bother calculating it; Hong Kong dollars and Renminbi are basically equal now anyway. It's only over a hundred thousand; I don't mind keeping track of these details. Does that work for you?"
"Sure, just count this money; it's exactly one hundred eleven thousand," A-Lian said as she pushed the money bag toward Zhang Jia. Zhang Jia smiled and placed the bag at her feet before calling the finance department of her mainland company to report A-Lian's card number. For her, everything was so simple.
When the dishes arrived, Fei Hu had only heard about shark fin soup but had never seen it before. This time he also got to enjoy it thanks to Zhang Jia and deeply realized the difference in mindset and consumption concepts between wealthy people and those without money. Wealthy individuals first spend money, which motivates them to work hard for more income, while those without money either have no funds to spend or are unwilling to spend money at all—this is where the gap lies.
Zhang Jia served them foreign wine, which she heard cost thousands per bottle; each glass must be worth hundreds. Fei Hu felt that what he was drinking wasn't wine but rather stacks of cash.
"I never expected I would be able to treat you to dinner in Hong Kong; it shows how fateful we are. Although I am just a woman, like you men, I enjoy making friends with righteous people like you, Fei Hu. Regardless of what others think of me, that doesn't matter; what matters is how my friends view me. It seems Ah Hu has some reservations about me; he gives off an impression of wanting to keep his distance," Zhang Jia said while looking intently at Fei Hu as if afraid he would lie.
Fei Hu took a small sip of his drink and raised his head with a slight smile: "I really have no opinion on that. I believe everyone should walk their own path; as long as one feels justified in their actions, that's enough. If you care too much about what others say, life becomes very tiring. I've always thought there is a gap between myself and others; take you for example—you are a big star while I'm just... well, I'm not even on the same level as you. How could I dare approach someone like you?"
"You're just making excuses, this is pure nonsense. Let's not talk about that anymore. But you need to pay attention to the venues in my area. I've invested a lot this time; there's no room for losses, only profits. Otherwise, I might just jump off from here," Zhang Jia said, laughing heartily.
The three of them quickly got into the drinking spirit. After a few drinks, Fei Hu felt himself loosening up, speaking freely without holding back. He rambled on about the entertainment industry's gossip, making it very clear that he thought the industry was quite dirty. This made A-Lian, who was sitting next to him, anxious as she kept kicking him under the table. However, each kick only seemed to fuel Fei Hu's enthusiasm even more.
The drinks switched from cocktails to strong liquor and then to beer. It was clear that Zhang Jia was determined to get Fei Hu drunk. The meal stretched from noon until around four in the afternoon. By that point, even Fei Hu's considerable capacity was starting to give in. Drinking with two women was a disadvantage for him; they sipped lightly while he was downing glass after glass. The table was filled with empty bottles that were mostly his doing.
Zhang Jia kept urging him to drink more, and Fei Hu found it hard to resist. To help him out, A-Lian downed several large glasses herself, and soon both of them were practically slumped over the table.
Zhang Jia called his driver to take Fei Hu and A-Lian back to their hotel. As soon as they entered the room, Fei Hu collapsed onto his bed while A-Lian plopped down on the sofa. She managed to tell the driver, "Alright, you can go now; I'll keep an eye on him."
Once the driver left, A-Lian leaned back and fell into a deep sleep on the sofa. The idea of watching over someone else was just a lie; she could barely manage herself.
After drinking so much, could anyone sleep soundly? It was impossible. In the middle of his sleep, Fei Hu's stomach couldn't take it anymore, and he rushed to the bathroom. Just as he finished throwing up and stepped out, A-Lian rushed in. They went back and forth like this until well past midnight.
In Hong Kong's heat during this season, it was unbearable, yet both of them were fast asleep without anyone bothering to turn on the air conditioning. One by one, their clothes came off as they tossed and turned in bed. It became a sort of competition—one would remove an article of clothing, and then the other would follow suit. Before long, they were both sleeping in the nude.
Suddenly feeling nauseous jolted the sleeping Fei Hu awake. After gathering his bearings, he jumped off the bed without turning on the lights and rushed to the toilet again. After another bout of vomiting left him with nothing left to expel, he felt parched and decided to wash his mouth and face. As he reached for a bottle of mineral water on the table, he suddenly realized it was gone.
Fei Hu jumped in surprise, thinking he had encountered a ghost. He opened his eyes wide and saw that although the lights were off, he could vaguely make out A-Lian sitting on the sofa wearing only her bra and panties, drinking from a bottle of mineral water with big gulps. What was going on? Fei Hu felt confused; he knew he had drunk too much yesterday afternoon and was in a hotel room that should be his own. Why was A-Lian sitting there without clothes? Was he dreaming?
While Fei Hu was still dazed, A-Lian finished her water and looked at him with a smile. "You look so disheveled; you must have drunk too much! Look at how much I can handle! Hey! You’re not being fair; you took my big bed and left me on the sofa! Oh my back is killing me!" A-Lian slurred her words as she spoke, clearly intoxicated.
Who really took whose bed? Fei Hu's mind was a mess as alcohol continued to wreak havoc within him. After standing for just a moment, he felt dizzy and unsteady on his feet. Whatever—he thought—he stumbled toward the bed and collapsed without knowing anything further.
Suddenly, he felt something soft, cold, and slippery pressing against his stomach. In his sleep, Fei Hu reached out and was startled; it seemed to be a bare leg. Gathering his wits, Fei Hu opened his eyes, and upon seeing it, his blood rushed to his head. That leg belonged to no one else but A-Lian.
As Fei Hu moved, A-Lian rolled over in bed, her entire body landing on top of him. The impact of the alcohol made it almost impossible for Fei Hu to control himself. A-Lian, being human as well, likely sensed the difference beneath her. She slowly began to twist her alluring figure in the dim light, fully displaying her charm.
With A-Lian's pleasurable moans, the primal instincts within Fei Hu erupted. He flipped over and pinned A-Lian beneath him. Driven by desire fueled by alcohol, the two became entwined, rolling and tossing together amidst heavy breaths from him and soft moans from her, turning the night into a vibrant spring.
When the sun peeked through the curtains into the room, Fei Hu yawned and opened his eyes. He felt utterly exhausted from the previous night. Feeling a bit embarrassed, he reached out only to find emptiness beside him. Where had A-Lian gone? She had been right next to him last night. Fei Hu hurriedly got out of bed, feeling weak all over; he was truly worn out.
After getting out of bed, Fei Hu checked his phone and was shocked to see that he had slept until eleven o'clock. No wonder A-Lian was gone. He rushed to the bathroom, and after freshening up and finding a clean set of clothes, he was about to look for A-Lian when he noticed a note on the table.
"Fei Hu, I saw you were sleeping so soundly that I couldn't bear to wake you. I've gone back now; I've extended our room payment for tonight. I left ten thousand yuan in cash in the drawer for you. Enjoy your time in Hong Kong! I'm grateful for everything you've done for our glove factory; everyone remembers it well. My return is due to work at the factory; there's no other meaning behind it. I had a great time last night and will cherish it as a beautiful memory. A-Lian, April 12."
Fei Hu quickly opened the drawer and indeed found a bundle of fresh yuan notes. Well, if she’s leaving, then let her go! After all, it’s rare for him to be here; he should really enjoy himself this time.
Just as Fei Hu packed the money into his bag, his phone rang. It was Bald Zhang calling. Fei Hu sensed something was off and quickly answered the phone, hearing Bald Zhang urgently ask on the other end: "Boss, have you come back yet?"
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