“Welcome,” stepping onto the red-carpeted stairs, two hostesses had already opened the glass door. As Hao Yunyang entered, a woman in a dark red uniform, around thirty, holding a walkie-talkie, approached and smiled, asking, “May I help you?”
Hao Yunyang was quite familiar with such places and immediately shook his head, then turned to a nearby hostess and asked, “Which floor is Room 606?”
“It’s on the sixth floor,” the hostess smiled and replied, then lifting her wedding-dress-like long gown, gestured, “Please follow me.”
“May I help you?” the uniformed woman’s voice came from behind after Hao Yunyang had walked several steps.
Huangma Hotel was famous in Yueqing for its ambiguous services, and this uniformed woman was rumored to be a procurer, specifically providing hostesses for wealthy diners.
Hao Yunyang had never tried such services, but having been in the catering industry, he had heard about such things.
With these jumbled thoughts, he followed the hostess into the elevator. It wasn’t until he reached Room 606 that he came to his senses, smiling and nodding to the hostess: “Thank you.”
“Hehe,” the hostess smiled subtly, then deliberately twisted her body. Hao Yunyang shuddered, thinking, “The top beam is not straight, so the bottom beam is crooked.”
Ignoring the hostess’s affected coyness, he straightened his collar, took a deep breath, and knocked on the door: “Excuse me.”
“Come in,” a middle-aged woman’s voice responded from inside.
Hearing the response, Hao Yunyang pushed open the door. It was a small private room, but elegantly decorated. In the somewhat dim light, a round table covered with a gold tablecloth was set, with four cold dishes already placed on the glass turntable.
Entering and looking up, he saw Nie Meiying sitting directly opposite the door, wearing a friendly smile. Seeing Hao Yunyang enter, she stood up and said, “Mr. Hao, you’re quite punctual.
Quite bewildered, but with a smile on his face, Hao Yunyang sat down in a chair three seats away from Nie Meiying and said with a laugh: “Mayor Nie, this invitation of yours has me feeling somewhat apprehensive. I wonder what Mayor Nie…”
