Dongguan Forest Chapter Two

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Chapter Two, Section One
As mentioned earlier, I needed to make two important phone calls. The first was to James, a Hong Kong classmate I met in the UK, but not the "comeon! James" type. Although he was also a bit immature and liked Jiuzhaigou, my classmate was good-looking and had a decent build. He also came from a less wealthy family and owned a small waste disposal plant in Guangzhou (don't ask me, I don't know anything about it). I arranged to meet him at Dongguan Station around 8 pm and called him to see if he would stand me up or be late. Surprisingly, he told me he had arrived at 7:30 pm.
Holy crap! Two or three years ago, we went on a trip to the South of France. I wasn't rich; I just saw that Budget Airline tickets were really cheap, so I cut back on expenses and went on the trip. We agreed to meet at Birmingham airport at noon, but he was late and missed it, so I had to spend several thousand Hong Kong dollars to get from London to take the Eurostar train out of France. And now, this bastard goes to Dongguan to hire a prostitute, and he arrives half an hour early! Come on! James! Can't you be a little more mature?
If I remember correctly, the book *Superfreakonomics* mentions a study where, after zookeepers taught chimpanzees about the concept of money, the first case of prostitution in animal history emerged. A female chimpanzee was found to be selling her body to buy fruit in order to earn more money, and many male chimpanzees were involved.
Women sell their souls for money, and men relentlessly give their money and time, their sole purpose being to get a good deal, just like James can arrive in Dongguan half an hour early.
My hamster is very lazy. I always see her happily being trained before I leave for work in the morning. If I tell her she gets up at 7:00 AM every day, I'll buy her a female hamster to play with day and night. I think she gets up at 6:30 AM every morning and stays put, and she tells me in the morning...
Chapter Two, Section Two
Knowing that James was punctual in calling the prostitute, I was relieved. I then made my second important call to Ah Ze, a manager at the Washington Sauna Center (pseudonym, guess the name). The number was given to me by a friend (the same friend who told me about how Dongguan-style saunas corrupt values). Ah Ze, who can speak Cantonese, said the shuttle bus would be arranged for me in ten minutes.
Stepping out of Dongguan Railway Station, the area felt very spacious and empty, with sparse crowds and a much stronger wind than Hong Kong or Shenzhen. It paled in comparison to the bustling atmosphere of Hong Kong. But perhaps the most vibrant and prosperous place in Dongguan isn't outdoors.
If we consider the journey north of Hong Kong and the land route, this is the farthest place I've ever been. The long and arduous journey was all for this evil land. I feel like I'm the hobbit Friedrich from Lord of the Rings, and I must deliver the Ring to Mount Doom. If I were Friedrich, James would be the experienced and powerful Gandalf. However, Gandalf is currently very busy in mainland China and doesn't have the time or knowledge to access Hong Kong's online forums, so this time I'm doing some coordination.
And I also saw Gandalf at the main entrance of Dongguan Railway Station.
"Long time no see, Frankie!" Oh right, I forgot to mention I have a very ordinary name, Frankie.
I sneered and said, "Last year we said we'd meet again in Dongguan, turns out it was all for nothing." After a few meaningless pleasantries, he followed me to the intersection to find the free minibus that runs five minutes from Dongguan to Washington. It wasn't hard to find; from a distance, I could see a gray Continental minibus with "Washington Sauna Center" written on it, about to park. The banner on the bus was absolutely terrifying. (I wonder if you'd go call a prostitute...)
I passed several Hong Kong-style tea restaurants and small shops on the left and walked a few steps to the minibus. Just then, a Hong Kong man opened the minibus door to get off. As he got off, we made eye contact for half a second. I can't forget that look.
I once saw this kind of look in a documentary. During the Battle of Midway in World War II, the Japanese Nagumo Fleet suffered a crushing defeat at the hands of the Americans, marking a turning point in the war. Some of the victorious American soldiers returned to their bases in Australia. On the day of their triumphant return, large numbers of their American colleagues waited on the shore for their victorious comrades. Many of them would be taking over naval duties. The victorious soldiers on the decks of the warships looked at their comrades who were about to take their place with this kind of look—a look of weariness but satisfaction, and at the same time, a look of confidence that entrusted the heavy responsibility to the other.
His gaze made me realize that getting on that minibus wasn't just for show. I was very grateful to him; at that moment, I really wanted to give this senior a military salute in respect.
Chapter Two, Section Three
"Aren't you afraid of not having enough women and having to fight with others for food?" "If the police were there, how much money would it take to bribe them?" I was a bit nervous, and since it was my first time in a place like this, I inevitably asked some rookie questions, which made James a little impatient. But as my comrade, he patiently answered my questions.
He said we have plenty of time in the long night. Even if the first round doesn't suit our tastes, we can eat first, then go back to choose a girl, and if that still doesn't work, we can have a late-night snack, then go back and choose another girl. It turns out James can be wise sometimes; trading time for space is indeed a good strategy.
Furthermore, he believes that beauty is in the eye of the beholder. He told me not to laugh if I saw other guests choosing some horribly ugly pork belly; he'd seen that happen far too many times.
As for the police, he comforted me, saying that the police crackdown was just an urban legend; they also needed to make extra money. The crackdown on prostitution was a face-saving project to impress the provincial government, so it would definitely not disturb the big businesses of many Hong Kong people. He had been reading the 141 discussion forum for years and had never seen a single post about detention centers.
"You came over to play, didn't Zeta know?" James asked. "Zeta isn't the same Zeta anymore. After I left the country at the Luohu Immigration Control Point, I became a completely new me." I knew my answer was tinged with worry and a hint of mystery. James paused, giving me a hesitant look, as if he wanted to talk to me.
During the approximately five- to ten-minute drive, it became clear that Dongguan wasn't particularly prosperous; the houses were mostly low-rise and bungalows, and describing it as a small town wouldn't be wrong. The most vibrant and colorful places I saw along the way were massage parlors, foot baths, hotels, saunas, and karaoke bars. Every time we passed a James, I would point and give a brief introduction.
Actually, the bus only made a few turns and we arrived in Washington. The driver parked the bus at the main entrance and told me how to get in and to the next floor. I quietly said "thank you," pulled the minibus door handle, and told myself not to be nervous. James and I got off the bus with our heads held high.
Chapter Two, Section Four
James and I went up to the fourth floor lobby. The receptionist asked if we had made an appointment. I said we had already made an appointment with Aze. Apparently, Aze was also standing at the reception desk. Aze was nothing special, just a friendly-looking Cantonese.
After greeting Aze, he began to introduce the sauna center. Apparently, at that time of night, there was an event called "A Hundred Flowers Bloom," which meant that all the girls who weren't on call would sit in a large lobby, like goods in a supermarket, for people to freely choose from.
Upon hearing the phrase "Let a hundred flowers bloom," I suddenly became excited, clapped my hands loudly, and exclaimed, "Isn't 'Let a hundred flowers bloom, let a hundred schools of thought contend' Mao Zedong's proposition from the 1950s? He advocated for freedom of independent thinking, freedom of debate, freedom of creation and criticism, and freedom to express, uphold, and retain one's own opinions in literary and artistic work and scientific research. Based on these principles of freedom, providing guests with a relaxed and comfortable setting to choose their technicians is a perfect arrangement! Furthermore, the name 'Washington' evokes a symbolic meaning of American free thought. Your branding strategy is truly brilliant!!"
Manager Ze seemed hesitant and simply replied, "Yes...yes...that's right," while James continued to ignore me.
After turning a corner in the corridor, I arrived at the lobby, where a giant U-shaped sofa was filled with about thirty technicians. A little nervous, I didn't get a good look at their faces, but I noticed some were wearing black see-through long dresses, a few sailor suits and leopard-print tube tops, two in my favorite flight attendant uniforms, and a few who looked like cheerleaders. In short, their uniforms didn't have a very uniform tone or pattern.
Manager Ze suggested we sit down, order drinks, and take our time choosing. He then led us to a small sofa—actually, it was the large sofa next to the ladies', about ten feet away, facing them. At first, I felt very uncomfortable because James and I were younger than the older, more mature customers. All the ladies' eyes were on us. For almost a full minute, I couldn't look them in the eye. I decided to light another thin cigarette. As I exhaled wisps of smoke, through our interlaced gazes, what I saw suddenly became hazy, like mist or smoke. This hazy feeling finally allowed me to calmly observe each of their faces.
After much research, my analysis is that leopard print tube tops are absolutely undesirable. I don't know if this is just prejudice, but I always feel that leopard print doesn't arouse my sexual desire. I often think that only tasteless MK girls would wear it. If I were forced to pursue a girl in leopard print, I wouldn't feel good, like pursuing a smart but stupid guy.
Before I could even get a clear picture of the whole situation, my friend James had already reserved a phone number with the manager!
Chapter 2, Section 5 (I)
After I was able to look directly at the masseuses for about a minute, I could see that two or three of them were quite attractive, but I couldn't be sure because I was afraid to get too close to them, and the masseuses' makeup was also quite heavy.
"Aze, please keep number 106 for me!" It turns out James wanted to keep Miss 106.

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