After releasing it, she slightly opened her eyes, seeing her sisters had already run away, and said nonchalantly, “What’s the big deal? I’m releasing the gas from the old society and absorbing some new atmosphere.”
Another thunderous sound drowned out the entire English ferry’s roar. These sisters ran away in fright, knowing that being caught by British police for disturbing the peace or environmental pollution would be disastrous.
Mei Yu’s mother looked at Mei Yu beside her, opening her mouth several times, but still unable to say anything. They had already reached a terrible consensus in their hearts that any comfort or aspiration would only be self-deception.
In the car, Feng Jie was still happily singing and playing with her core sisters, as if finding some psychological solace.
Mei Yu and her mother, who had always gotten along well and integrated with the group, at that moment seemed to have suddenly separated from the circle they thought they had skillfully entered.
Mei Yu remembered that before coming out, she was particularly lively, able to talk about and imagine everything. But when it came to the actual matter, she couldn’t do it. She couldn’t face many deep things in her soul that couldn’t be touched but were deeply felt. Perhaps, that was the essence, yes, human essence.
Chapter Sixty-One (The Bar is Defeated)
The bus stopped in front of a relatively elegant bar on the bar street. Feng Jie received a phone call while parking, and everyone was busy getting off, not noticing what she was discussing on the phone.
Mei Yu and her mother sat behind Feng Jie. When walking out through the car’s aisle, Mei Yu glanced at Feng Jie, seeing her serious expression while on the phone, her slightly furrowed brow making people feel the difference between her current seriousness and previous playfulness.
Mei Yu and her mother ignored Feng Jie, walking directly out of the aisle and off the bus. Just as they retrieved their luggage, they saw their group of sisters gathered together, some with hands on hips, some with arms crossed, all looking across the street. Mei Yu followed their gaze.
Across the street, there was indeed a scene. In front of the elegant bar, many women who looked like sex workers were squatting, cigarettes in their mouths, casting flirtatious glances, facing off against Mei Yu’s group.
The two groups were sizing each other up, seemingly competing for pride.
If one side could outdo the other, the defeated side would find it difficult to survive in this area. They all seemed to have good strategies, and for a while, no one backed down. Apparently, they saw each other as money bags – if they could break or defeat this bag, the money would start flowing.
Mei Yu and her mother watched them, acknowledging the spirit of struggling for their career. Their competition is natural, like how police are born to catch thieves, doctors are born to save lives. As long as you exist, there will be pressure. After a while, Feng Jie finally came down from the bus, apparently having just finished her phone call.
She walked to her sisters, and her demeanor suggested her mood was not high. Standing on the steps, she was far from her usual confident self.
Chapter 61 (Xiao Xiang’s Gangster)
All the sisters were burning with anger, staring at Feng Jie. They knew that before coming here, they were the top girls in their local areas.
Although these were small places not worthy of the big stage, they still had pride. How could Feng Jie trick them into being stranded on the streets?
Feng Jie saw the situation was about to get out of control. If they all changed their minds and didn’t want to follow her, she would be truly finished. Although Feng Jie had been in the underworld for many years, she couldn’t control this situation today. The previous groups she brought had been arranged immediately, but this time they were rejected, saying the quality was no good. Feng Jie had no choice but to call Xiao Xiang to her side.
Although everyone was angry and didn’t want to listen to Feng Jie, when she called someone over, everyone would naturally think something good was happening. Feng Jie leaned close to Xiao Xiang’s ear and said, “It’s actually this bar – those women at the entrance are causing trouble. They know new people are coming and are afraid we’ll steal their business.”
Feng Jie was truly clever, instantly shifting the main contradiction. After Xiao Xiang told her sisters, the women who were looking for a way to vent now had a target. They puffed up their faces, glared with wide eyes, and breathed heavily while looking at the group of rivals still making noise.
Xiao Xiang stood in front of her sisters, exchanged a glance, then turned to charge at the group of girls from the bar. She rushed to the front, climbed the steps first, and stood before those women.
The girls saw Xiao Xiang and her group were serious and quickly stood up from their seats, huddling together and putting on a particularly arrogant look.
After a long standoff, Xiao Xiang pointed at the group and shouted, “With your kind trying to mix in this world? Your lives are cheap, and dying wouldn’t matter. How dare you mess with us?” When she said “us,” she pointed at herself, truly domineering – even Feng Jie by the bus had to admit defeat.
It seemed a big battle was about to unfold.
Watching them fight is exhausting. Xiao Xiang and her sisters are quite good, especially that Northeast woman who is tall and strong. She grabbed a “winter melon girl” and kicked her right in the chest. The Northeast woman’s long legs gave her an advantage, and the winter melon girl was short. This kick seemed satisfying.
This fierce battle was reportedly secretly photographed by a local journalist and spread online the next day, even making the front page of The Times. Eventually, the British still couldn’t understand and even held an expert symposium discussing Chinese kung fu and Chinese-made products.
I must say, in just a quarter of an hour, they destroyed everything around them. The ground was littered with items like mirrors, combs, mascara, powder boxes, and in one corner, torn stockings and sanitary napkins were scattered. One must admire their tactical prowess.
Feng Jie’s face turned slightly red upon hearing these words. Actually, saying she had been with a man was no big deal, but Feng Jie had just publicly roasted him, and now he was saying this – wasn’t he slapping her in the face…
Chapter Sixty-Three (Feng Jie Feels Lonely)
When the bar owner first started out, both he and Feng Jie were workers emerging under the winds of reform. But she was desperate. After being rejected that time, she did not get discouraged.
She continued to strive, regardless of wind or rain, hot or cold, persistently working on the front lines of “Leopard Club,” fighting towards her dream of going abroad.
On a stormy night in the late 1980s, the entire sky was dark with a purple glow, flashing ominously. The streets were empty. The Leopard Club was equally deserted, though there were people – mostly women and a few security guards.
Perhaps the regulars couldn’t find an excuse to leave home on such a rainy day. Their absence was fine, as they would return home to their wives. But this was tragic for the club’s hostesses – who would they share their lonely night’s drinks with?
Especially Feng Jie, who was just one spot away from being recommended to study in the UK through her hard work. Today, as if fate was playing with her, not a single person came, and her study abroad dream was washed away with the rain on the desolate street.
