Reprinted from: Shanghai at Night

Chapter 1
Zhuang Jianhai shifted his position in the front seat of his van, lazily looking up at the sky above the street. The night sky over Shanghai was a pale gray, shimmering with vibrant colors under the neon lights lining the streets.
The most dazzling sight in the distance was naturally the Oriental Pearl Tower, its illuminated outline visible from almost anywhere in Shanghai, a landmark that Shanghainese were most proud of.
To his left, the three crimson characters "Hai Shi Hao" on the magnificent entrance were surrounded by a string of rapidly flashing colored lights, particularly striking against the night sky. The elegant melody of a slow waltz drifted out, filling the street with a romantic atmosphere. This was a medium-sized nightclub, the kind of dance hall with many hostesses that were common in Shanghai these days.
Zhuang Jianhai's wife, Zhao Lan, was working there as a hostess. He had just watched her graceful figure disappear into the twilight through the dance hall doors.
It was just getting dark, and there weren't many customers inside yet. He wondered if she was waiting to be chosen by customers at the counter, or if she was already being swayed to a slow waltz in the dance hall with a client, or… most likely she was still sitting on the bench at the counter. After all, she wasn't very young anymore, and in terms of figure and looks, she couldn't compare to the "migrant worker girls" from out of town.
Zhuang Jianhai stopped thinking about it. He knew there was no good in thinking like that, but he still couldn't help but imagine his wife entertaining customers inside, especially in the last two weeks; his thoughts had unconsciously drifted in that direction.
Zhao Lan had been working as an escort at "Hai Shi Hao" for over two years, and Zhuang Jianhai had long since moved past the painful thought of his wife smiling in another man's arms. "Cuckoldry complex," was the term he had coined, something only a newbie would have. He was proud of how quickly he could handle it so easily. It was a kind of maturity, a state of being.
He could calmly accept that his wife was selling smiles but not her body, chatting, drinking, and dancing with customers. But how could he truly face the final step she was about to take—prostitution?
He himself couldn't quite explain how he felt. Since they had already decided to take this step, perhaps Zhao Lan might… He really didn't want to think about it anymore. They had no choice—that's what Zhao Lan said, and that's what he thought too.
Shanghai was a place where "poverty is laughed at, but prostitution is not." This kind of thing was becoming increasingly commonplace. In fact, it wasn't just Shanghai; which place in the whole country wasn't like this?
Of the dozen or so people he knew who drove vans, nearly half had wives working as escorts in nightclubs. Those whose wives didn't work were either too old or too ugly; you could say almost everyone who could do it was doing it. What was shameful about it? Wasn't that how it was? The truly wealthy didn't drive these kinds of vans anymore. Weren't they just doing it for the money? Who cared about face?
However, he only knew two people who actually sold themselves. After all, there was a huge difference between spending the night with a customer and dancing with a customer.
According to them, being an escort in a nightclub only meant getting some physical advantage, but if you sold yourself entirely, all the advantage would be taken. Could you recoup that advantage?
He used to be very open-minded about being an escort. His wife didn't suffer any physical harm after being embraced while dancing. Years ago, before he even pursued her, hadn't she been embraced by many men on the school dance floor? He had often tried to persuade Xiao Wu, who had also been laid off, about this. Xiao Wu would sigh and complain every day while waiting for his wife, lamenting his own uselessness and how his wife was forced into this escort business.
"How can you not understand? It's just about making money, what's so hard to understand? You're taking advantage of your wife's money, and you're taking advantage of the cash in her wallet. What's the profit? Look at Duan Husheng, his wife takes customers out in his car, making double the money, that's shrewd."
That's how you have to think in this line of work. So be it, like Ah Q. Where else can you make money these days? They were all desperately short of cash. Their layoff allowances were meager, enough to barely make ends meet. But the factory was implementing housing reforms, and now they had to buy their new homes from the factory, even if it was only a discounted price of 40,000 yuan. It was a huge expense for them. In addition, last year, in order to get their son into the best experimental junior high school, they had to pay 30,000 yuan, which cost them all their hard-earned savings and they had to borrow a lot of money to make up the difference.

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