The Smele Dance Hall is one of the best dance halls in the French Concession now, but in Zhuang Jihua's eyes, it is almost the same as the nightclub in his previous life. The front hall is marble floor, the interior decoration of the dance hall is very beautiful, with a circular dance floor of more than 300 square meters, and dozens of tables around on both sides. The singer on the front music stage is exuding her charm. There are two rows of boring girls wearing cheongsams sitting in front of the music stage.

After entering the door, Zhuang Jihua and the other two did not walk in immediately, but looked around. There were dozens of people dancing in the dance floor, and the waiter at the door immediately came forward.

"Sir, please follow me." The waiter's eyes were the most poisonous on this occasion. As soon as Zhuang Jihua and the other two came in, he judged that the three were rookies, but their clothes and behaviors were not at all restrained, unlike the local rich man from the countryside.

The waiter led them to a table in the back row. Mei Yuntian was a little dissatisfied and pointed to a table in front and said, "It's good there, the view is wide."

"Oh, sorry, sir, that table is settled." The waiter bowed and replied.

"The row in front is empty, there is always a position." Lian Xiaosen blurted out, and he also liked to be in front.

It doesn't matter to Zhuang Jihua. He doesn't want to show up in public. Shanghai is mixed with fish and dragons. Maybe an old acquaintance will pop up from somewhere. In this way, Nanjing will know that he has returned to China tomorrow, but he hasn't figured out how to face Chiang Kai-shek.

The waiter looked at the three of them again, and was judging the identity of the three of them in his heart. Zhuang Jihua saw it and said to him lightly: "I don't care, they will be satisfied."

"Cultural Revolution, you have never been to such a place before." Mei Yuntian asked.

"I have been to Shanghai twice before, but I have passed by in a hurry. For Shanghai, I am a rich man in the countryside, like the red house just now. If I hadn't led the way with Ke Yinhan, I wouldn't know." Zhuang Jihua ignored the waiter and said as he walked towards another unmarked table in the front row.

The waiter did not stop him. Those who could have a French dinner with Ke Yinhan at the Hong House would never be a rich man in the countryside.

"Cultural Revolution. From Europe to the United States, and then here, you have been turning the earth around in the past few years. Where are you most satisfied with?" Mei Yuntian asked after sitting down.

"This is not easy to answer." Zhuang Jihua frowned and thought. Five years ago, he went to the United States. But when he really arrived in the United States, he realized that the United States was different from the United States in his previous life. Racial discrimination was very serious, and the discrimination against Chinese was particularly serious, and it was even worse than that of blacks or Indians. Taking New York State as an example, it was clearly stipulated that Chinese people were not allowed to purchase fixed assets in New York State. Although Mei Yuntian was born in the United States, he was not qualified to become American citizens. Mei Yuntian came back from the United States and had to take certain risks to go to the United States again, such as customs refused to enter the country; Zhuang Jihua also went around doing business in the United States and concealed his identity problem, which also led to him being very low-key in the circle of American rich people.

"I used to think the United States is the best for me. But in the past two years, I have understood that the motherland is not strong, and we Chinese are the same everywhere." Zhuang Jihua said slowly: "Don't look at Rockefeller, Morgan and others seem to treat me well. In fact, they look down on us at all, and they don't do anything else, just because I am Chinese."

"What about Roosevelt? What do you think of him?" Mei Yuntian nodded heavily and asked.

"This man has a certain enlightened mind, but I have a political and business exchange with him. I give him five million dollars to run for president, and he abolished the Chinese Exclusion Act for me."

Zhuang Jihua's words almost made the waiter standing aside almost fall. Rockefeller and Morgan are famous. Who doesn't know that Roosevelt was running for the president of the United States, so this person is too hype.

"What if he broke the contract? Five million is not a decimal." Lian Xiaosen asked curiously.

"This is investment, investment has risks," Zhuang Jihua smiled and asked the waiter: "What are you drinking?"

"Does sir want coffee, tea or red wine?" Although the waiter did not believe their words, he also concluded that these people were not local rich men, but people who had seen the world.

"Forget the wine, I just finished drinking. What coffee do you have?" Zhuang Jihua asked

“All.”

"I'm so angry." Mei Yuntian didn't believe it: "Is there any Nanshan coffee?"

"Yes," the waiter felt a little nervous.

"Shaoqing, don't make things difficult for him," Zhuang Jihua couldn't help but feel happy: "Nanshan coffee in China is fake, not because they intended it, but because they didn't know about crystal coffee at all." After conditions permit, Zhuang Jihua only drank crystal coffee.

"Black tea." Mei Yuntian stopped saying anything.

"Kung Fu Tea." As soon as Lian Xiaosen finished speaking, Zhuang Jihua and Mei Yuntian laughed and scolded at the same time: "Boy, what trouble is there?" Then he said to the waiter: "Just give him any cup of tea."

The waiter agreed and immediately went to prepare. Then a woman dressed up came over. The woman was about thirty years old, with a slim figure and a fitted cheongsam. After coming over, she smiled before she could say something: "Do you guys have any familiar Miss?"

Zhuang Jihua and Mei Yuntian understood that this is the mother Sang here, also known as the Grand Class in Europe and the United States.

"We don't want a lady." Mei Yuntian said quickly. Zhuang Jihua smiled beside him. He didn't say anything, but Lian Xiaosen was a little nervous. Zhao Lingdong's rules were very strict and he was never allowed to go in and out of these places.

"Why aren't the gentlemen here to dance?" Mom Sang smiled. She saw that the three of them were not clear about the rules of the dance hall, so she explained: "The lady here is Miss Dancing, who only dances with guests."

"Shaoqing, since you are here, please follow the customs. Xiaosen also needs to practice, and he will also experience such occasions in the future." Zhuang Jihua said disapprovingly, and then asked his mother Sang: "How much does it cost to ask a lady to dance?"

"Oh, I blame me for not making it clear. I can't give you money to dance. I'm giving you dance tickets. The three gentlemen can buy some dance tickets, one song at a time, and of course the guests can give you more." Mom Sang felt a little dissatisfied. Such people who asked money directly were a bit despicable in the dance hall.

"Oh, that's it." Zhuang Jihua nodded: "Xiaosen, go buy some dance tickets. By the way, can you dance?"

Lian Xiaosen looked at Zhuang Jihua and Mei Yuntian and shook her head embarrassedly. Although in the United States, Chinese people usually live in Chinatown and are discriminated against. If they do not interact with outsiders, many Chinese traditions have been preserved, such as taking concubines. Mei Yuntian's grandfather and father have more than one wife.

"It's okay, we have sisters who specialize in dancing here." Mom Sang smiled on her face, but she didn't agree with it in her heart.

Zhuang Jihua took out his wallet and handed it to Lian Xiaosen, and then said to his mother Sang: "Please take him there. As for Miss Wu, you can arrange it, and you don't have to ask us anymore."

After the two left, the waiter brought the coffee and tea they wanted, and then nodded to Zhuang Jihua and Mei Yuntian: "What else do you want sir?"

This is very classic. Zhuang Jihua reached out to take his pockets. But he took out his empty space. Mei Yuntian smiled and took out his wallet: "Cultural Revolution, you are so smart. I don't know how much loss my sister will suffer in the future."

As he said that, he took out the money from his wallet and put it on the pallet, and then said, "Don't look for it anymore, I'll reward you more."

The waiter was ecstatic and he had already seen it clearly. It was not silver dollars, nor was it the money issued by any bank in Shanghai, but the US dollar, a full ten dollars, close to sixty oceans, and the amount they wanted was less than ten oceans.

"Shaoqing, you are really a rich child," Zhuang Jihua's transformation made the waiter's heart sank: "This is not the case for money."

"Hey, I'm happy today." Mei Yuntian didn't care.

"By the way, Shaoqing. You can't stay in a hotel all the time. You have to buy a house or rent a house, preferably a villa, which is in line with your identity. In addition, you must buy a car." Zhuang Jihua waved his hand and signaled that the waiter could leave, and the waiter then walked away.

"Well, we'll go see the house tomorrow." As soon as Mei Yun Tiandi finished speaking, Zhuang Jihua shook his head: "It's not us, it's you and Xiaosen, and I'm going to find Zhang Jingjiang. I just don't know where he lives? Or you can visit Yu Qiaqing first."

"Do you think Zhang Jingjiang will join?" Mei Yuntian asked.

"I don't know," Zhuang Jihua said the same thing: "The difference between these two is that I can tell the truth to Zhang Jingjiang, but Yu Qiaqing can't, at least for the time being. In addition, I have to do something."

While talking, Lian Xiaosen came back. He threw his wallet to Zhuang Jihua, and then sat in his seat. Zhuang Jihua and Mei Yuntian didn't ask how many dance tickets they bought.

"Xiaosen. You can come in such a place, but you can't be addicted." Xiang Lian Xiaosen is easily tempted by young people, so Zhuang Jihua had to get a vaccination in advance: "Women here can joke and play, and they must not be obsessed with it. Do you know?"

"Uncle Zhuang, don't worry, I won't miss the situation. The actor is ruthless and the bitch is unrighteous. The master has already taught me." Lian Xiaosen replied readily.

"Just understand." Zhuang Jihua glanced at Mei Yuntian. He was a little worried. Li Xiaosen has too little social experience and is easily tempted in complex places like Shanghai.

Mei Yuntian didn't think so about Zhuang Jihuadi. Mei Yuntian had been dating Zhao Lingdong for five or six years. He respected Zhao Lingdong's behavior very much. Lian Xiaosen also watched him grow up, so he didn't care: "It's okay, you have to go through these things."

As he was talking, Mom Sang came with three young ladies. These young ladies were not prostitutes. They had rules and did not dare to accept prostitutes in the dance hall, otherwise it would cause a lot of trouble. Not to mention the affairs of the underworld, even the reputation was very unpleasant. Those who came to the dance hall were not only men, but also many good women. Once they got involved in prostitutes, many customers would not come, especially many celebrities who were concerned about reputation would not come.

"Three gentlemen, this is Ruth, Manli, and Martha." Mom Sang was very skillful. When Xiaosen bought the dance ticket, he had already seen clearly that these were three rich masters, so the arrangement was very suitable. The three girls were not very old, they were all around twenty years old, handsome and slim.

Zhuang Jihua didn't move much, Mei Yuntian stood up very gentlemanly and gave up his seat to the three ladies. Mom Sang was also a clever person: "Masha, this gentleman can't dance, you have to take good care of him."

Masha is an oval-shaped girl with big clever eyes, looking a little delicate. She smiled slightly when she heard this: "Oh, that's right, I like being a teacher."

The other two girls chuckled softly, each sitting next to Zhuang Jihua and Mei Yuntian. Mei Yuntian remembered that they had not called the girls for drinks. She couldn't help but smiled with a joke, and called the waiter to ask for some drinks.

The men and women were not tired of working together, and the atmosphere on the table immediately became lively. After a while, Zhuang Jihua and Mei Yuntian got out of the stage to dance. Martha also pulled Lian Xiaosen to a corner to be a teacher.

"What business does sir do?" Zhuang Jihua sat down after dancing two songs. He was not very interested in dancing, but he liked this atmosphere. He dealt with dancing a few songs in various social occasions, and then sat aside and listened to the song and watched others dance.

"Do everything." Zhuang Jihua said lightly: "Besides drugs, do whatever you make money."

"I haven't seen Mr. I've just returned to China."

When Zhuang Jihua heard this, he couldn't help but look at the girl named Manli. The girl's observation ability was extraordinary. It took a while to see that he had just returned to China.

"How do you know?"

"Mr. I misunderstood. Didn't I say that I've never met Mr. I've just arrived in Shanghai. With Mr.'s manner and speaking, he naturally wouldn't have come from the countryside." Manli chuckled.

"Miss's eyes are like lightning. I admire you." Zhuang Jihua nodded slightly, and admitted in disguise.

"I heard that the US dollar is bullish now, and selling US dollars is very profitable." Manli was very enthusiastic. Dancers like them must be able to order everything. Only in this way can they continue to talk to customers. Otherwise, if they just dance, they will get off overnight. They are tired and can't make much money.

Zhuang Jihua laughed at the news. The silver bill was discussed and promoted by him with Morgan and Rockefeller. The purpose was to defeat the silver currency and strengthen the US dollar's position in the world currency: "I came to lose money this time when I returned to China, and I don't plan to make money."

Manli's eyes immediately widened, then covered her mouth and smiled: "Sir, you are so good at joking. How can you lose money if you don't make money?"

Zhuang Jihua didn't explain. After the song was over, Mei Yuntian and Lian Xiaosen and others also came back. At this time, the emcee stood in the middle of the Letai: "Dear guests and friends, let us welcome Miss Audrey to sing for us."

There was a burst of applause immediately, and Zhuang Jihua and the others clapped their hands casually, and then they remembered a beautiful singing. At this moment, Zhuang Jihua was facing the music platform sideways. Listening to the beautiful singing, he couldn't help but turn his head to look. He felt that the girl on the stage was familiar and couldn't help staring at her for a few glances. The singer on the stage was wearing a low-cut evening dress with a lilac color, revealing a large piece of her chest muscles. Under the dark light, she couldn't see her face completely. Looking at Zhuang Jihua's appearance, Manli and Ruth couldn't help but exchange a look. There are too many such men here. Mei Yuntian was very strange. Zhuang Jihua's appearance is so strange. He is not a lustful person.

"Cultural Revolution. Cultural Revolution," Mei Yuntian couldn't help but whispered to remind Zhuang Jihua to pay attention.

"Oh," Zhuang Jihua felt that he was a little out of control. He smiled at Mei Yuntian a little apologetically.

"Miss Audrey is the pillar of the floor here, and there are so many people who miss her." Although Manli was a little dissatisfied, she also suggested that this woman was not so easy to get started.

"Audrey should not be her real name, what is her name?" Zhuang Jihua asked with a frown.

"I don't know very well, we all call her Miss Audrey." Manli smiled and said with a deep meaning in her eyes.

"Is she from Shanghai?" Zhuang Jihua asked again.

"No, from her accent, she seems to be from Guangdong." Ruth said.

"Cultural Revolution, what's wrong with you?" Mei Yuntian asked strangely: "Are you moved?"

"What are you saying?" Zhuang Jihua shook his head and said, "She is a bit like a friend of mine."

"Uncle Zhuang, this reason is not new." Lian Xiaosen interrupted inappropriately. This is also Zhuang Jihua's problem. No matter where he is, he speaks the same way. Everyone around him is influenced by him, and the same goes for Lian Xiaosen.

"Boy, are you itchy? Be careful I will beat you up?" Zhuang Jihua turned his face and looked fierce: "The family law your master gave me is still in my hands."

Lian Xiaosen said innocently: "Uncle Mei, I'm right."

Mei Yuntian looked at Zhuang Jihua and said, "Xiao Sen made no mistake in the Cultural Revolution, you should change the reason."

The three girls finally couldn't help laughing. These three people were so funny. Zhuang Jihua shook his head helplessly: "People's hearts are not old, people's hearts are not old. Such an elegant place has such dirty thoughts. It's really careless to make friends."

"Uncle Zhuang, I'm lucky enough. Fortunately, Miss Mei didn't come, but I can report it to her." Lian Xiaosen said thief.

"Is that true?" Zhuang Jihua was a little confused.

"I don't believe it either," Mei Yuntian smiled: "Xiao Sen, you are wrong. My little sister can't control him at all."

"Oh, yes, it's here again." Zhuang Jihua didn't want to talk about this topic, which annoyed him: "I told you that I have a fiancée."
To be continued...