Happiness in a third-tier city

Third-tier cities lack the hustle and bustle and openness of big cities, but for those with some wealth, they offer
greater opportunities for growth than big cities—and this is my paradise. Over a decade ago, my experience in the southeastern coastal region
allowed me to return to my hometown and achieve great success. Starting in real estate and entertainment, I kept
pace and have now become a successful businessman.

Before, when I was working, I would drool over beautiful women; the unfulfilled desire tormented my mind
and body. Now, after achieving success, young women just entering the workforce and mature women with lingering charm automatically
flock to me, seemingly eager to become my women. Among the company's employees, many
attractive a hint of ambiguity in their eyes.

I could see their thoughts, and I knew they couldn't escape my surveillance. However, considering my career
and other factors, I deliberately avoided the gossip of my male colleagues and the flirtatious advances of voluptuous women like the finance manager in the office.
I had a beautiful wife and a happy family. Having been in business
for so many years, I knew that when it came to principles, other women were obstacles to my happiness.

I thought life would continue like this forever: a loving wife, obedient children, no worries about money or work, just managing the daily
routine. But life always likes to play tricks. My wife, whom I've married for eight years, has always
been a shy and introverted woman. Suddenly, everything was thrown into turmoil, making it
hard to believe .

It was an ordinary day. After finishing my work at the company as usual, I returned home around ten o'clock. The children were already asleep, and
my wife was playing games in the study as usual. Hearing the door open, she came out, saw me, and calmly said, "
You're back!" I replied yes, and went back to my room to play.

My wife is 168cm tall, with long hair, 36D breasts, and long, slender legs. Her full breasts and buttocks were
key factors in my initial choice of her. She has an ordinary face but fair skin. After each shower, she would scrutinize herself,
and I often complained about her less-than-stellar appearance. However, our lovemaking transformed her into a
docile kitten.

Although she's in her early thirties, my wife is very well-maintained and doesn't do any housework. She rarely goes out, her only
regular activities being shopping or traveling with me. She naturally doesn't concern herself with work. And
generally speaking , she gets a lot of attention when shopping.

However, after eight years of marriage, with basically the same positions, and considering she had a natural birth and her vagina isn't very tight, I've started
to feel aesthetically fatigued. Passionate impulses have diminished, replaced by a greater sense of family responsibility.
My wife , seems to be the opposite; she often subtly hints at things, but because of her gentle and shy nature,
she doesn't say anything more when I pretend not to notice or make up an excuse.

Watching the perpetually unreliable news on the news channel in the living room, smoking a cigarette, I recalled
being called in for a chat by the finance manager as I walked out of the meeting room that afternoon. I'd overheard a
conversation in the meeting room: PR manager Zou Liang said in a low voice, "Want to go out this weekend? I'll book a table."

Deputy finance manager Wu Feipeng replied, "I finally found such a great place, of course I'm going! Don't
leave me out, hehe..."

Zou Liang continued, "Look at you, you're such a wimp. Don't embarrass me this time. Watch your step; you
're exhausted in less than an hour, wasting my money."

Wu Feipeng wasn't one to back down either. "That's not right of you.
It I'm the one who always finds ways to get reimbursed. You should be thanking me."

It turned out these two were up to something. Although I didn't know exactly what was going on, their actions definitely needed to be
stopped . Always preferring direct and simple methods, Zou Liang, a public relations professional, was quick-witted and not always easy to get
information out of people. However, Wu Feipeng, from finance, while skilled in his job, was a timid and cowardly fat man. Calling him into
the office alone, Wu Feipeng confessed everything with minimal effort.

It turned out that Zou Liang had taken Wu Feipeng to "Night Passion," the city's most bustling nightclub. The mayor was its backer,
and the club was run by his family. Directly managed was a member of the mayor's family, a former convict known as the "Troublemaker." Zou Liang
disliked such people, but due to his government connections, he had invested 15% of the shares after being persuaded by several friends.
Because of his prejudice, he had never been to that luxurious nightclub, leaving his affairs to others.

Zou Liang, being from the public relations department, was naturally very familiar with the place. The first floor was a bar; a table cost
1660 yuan, and a sofa seat 3880 yuan. There were regular shows and performances seven days a week, and weekends were especially "passionate
." So, despite the high prices, it was always the most popular entertainment venue. The second floor was a karaoke bar, where the hostesses
were said to be women with good figures and above-average looks. Private rooms started at a thousand yuan, and the drinks
were not affordable for the average person. The third floor was a luxurious performance hall, accessible only to VIP black card holders,
while the fourth floor was said to be offices.

On that day, Wu Feipeng followed Zou Liang to the third floor, a hexagonal space of about 200 square meters. Apart from the stage
aisle and the two walls leading to the entrance, the other four walls each had a large projection screen. In the center was a circular stage of about 50 square meters, with
the actual scenes on the stage displayed on the four projection screens from different angles. A walkway about
5 meters wide connected to the backstage area, and the almost circular seating all faced the center. The large leather sofas were spaced about 3-5 meters apart, with the seats directly facing the stage
being even more spacious and luxurious. So, despite the large space, there were only a dozen or so sofas. Except for their reserved
seats the room was almost full, and five alluring women wearing various masks were performing on stage. Although
it was afternoon, the excellent soundproofing and light-absorbing materials, combined with the dazzling lights, made it impossible for those inside to distinguish
between day and night. The two couldn't wait to sit down and begin watching the performance.

The five women on stage, though wearing masks, had their beautiful figures on full display. As the striptease drew to a close, they were left only
in bras and thongs. The music shifted from a soft, ambiguous melody to a more intense and seductive style
. The men, whose desires were already being aroused, felt their hearts rise even higher, their blood rushing to their heads.
Five steel pipes slowly descended from the ceiling. Under the lights, five women, their bodies covered except for their private parts, each gripped
a pipe and began a dance that further excited the men. Their long, flowing hair swayed in the wind with their movements,
each strand stirring the hearts of the men already aroused on the sofa. The undulating bodies, the graceful...
Her figure was voluptuous and alluring.

Wu Feipeng had never seen anything like this before. Occasionally, he would call for prostitutes at saunas, but those were always traditional
services . This sudden, unusual stimulation made Wu Feipeng restless. His lower body was already erect, and he
kept adjusting his pants. Looking at Zou Liang, who was leisurely smoking beside him, he felt a little strange. Zou Liang, seeing
Wu Feipeng's monkey-like behavior, knew that he had already fallen into the trap and couldn't escape even if he wanted to. He was already 60-70% confident in his plan to make money and was secretly pleased with himself. He had made up his mind to let Wu Feipeng get as deep
as possible in order to completely obey him . 　　Zou Liang glanced at Wu Feipeng and said, "Brother Wu, this is just the appetizer. Don't get so excited, or you won't be able to enjoy the rest, hehe..." 　　Wu Feipeng was taken aback by this and asked in surprise, "Is there something even more exciting?" 　　Zou Liang glanced at him and said casually, "Of course, that's why I brought you here for some entertainment, Brother Wu." 　　Hearing the flattery and this show of force, Wu Feipeng had completely forgotten who he was and kept asking Zou Liang what the next program was. Zou Liang refused to say anything, so Wu Feipeng just watched patiently. Unable to get any information out of him, Wu Feipeng pushed up his glasses, staring wide-eyed at the five beautiful women's pole dance. He kept comparing their breasts and buttocks, and wondering who moaned more lewdly and who produced more vaginal fluid while being fucked in bed… 　　A seductive pole dance caused many men in the audience to put their hands on their crotches. The already energetic music suddenly rose to a higher pitch, and the five women quickly unhooked their bras, dancing as they swiftly removed them . One hand covered their breasts, while the other swung their bras off from five different directions. A commotion erupted in the audience, who jumped up to grab the fresh bras, still warm and smelling of the women. Wu Feipeng ran after them with great enthusiasm , but he was a step too late and returned empty-handed. 　　Five women blew kisses and huddled together with their backs to the outside, their five fair and tender breasts surrounded in the middle. Then they began to take off their panties, which were either strips of cloth or bands of cloth. As they bent over, from many angles, one could see the trembling of ten large breasts squeezed together. Wu Feipeng happened to see this and was so startled that he could not move his whole body . 　　Zou Liang glanced over and saw that Wu Feipeng had already had a minor climax. His contempt deepened. Just then , five pairs of underwear rained down from above. Ignoring his discomfort, Wu Feipeng managed to grab a purple pair, which he held like a treasure, kissing it repeatedly with a lewd grin. He looked at Zou Liang and asked, " Have you ever grabbed one before?" 　　Zou Liang replied, "If you grabbed it, it's yours. We're not taking it from you, so what are you worried about? By the way, do you remember which slut wore this purple pair just now?" 　　Wu Feipeng was taken aback: "I don't remember. What does it matter?" 　　Zou Liang chuckled wickedly, "Hehe, you'll find out soon enough." 　　Wu Feipeng, unsure of Zou Liang's intentions, could only awkwardly sit down again. The five women on the stage displayed their figures , their beautiful bodies on full display. One hand on each side, their other hand on the ground, they were barely concealing their private parts. 　　Wu Feipeng asked curiously, "Playing so wildly here, aren't you afraid of getting arrested?" 　　Zou Liang glanced at the dumbfounded Wu Feipeng and gave him a disdainful look. "Arrest what? Have you forgotten this is the mayor's place? Who would cause trouble for no reason?" 　　"Even the mayor can't do this! Aren't you afraid of getting into trouble?" 　　Zou Liang, annoyed, pointed to a large sofa near the stage and said simply, "Do you know who's sitting over there?" 　　Wu Feipeng looked suspicious. "It's so dark, who can see clearly?" 　　Zou Liang leaned close to Wu Feipeng's ear. "That's the police chief and a member of the city's standing committee. Those two platforms are for their exclusive use. Remember that, don't mess with them." 　　Wu Feipeng seemed to suddenly understand. "Oh... I see." 　　Zou Liang looked at Wu Feipeng, knowing he probably didn't understand, and didn't bother to explain further. 　　After the five women stripped naked and half-covered themselves for a while, whetting the appetites of the men below, they stopped pretending and began to dance freely to the soft music, their flushed bodies swaying. Then, five muscular men carrying armchairs Each of them was tall and strong, and their muscles, bulging out in their underwear, highlighted their masculine strength. 　　They went to the stage area and arranged five chairs in a circle around the steel pipes. Five women automatically sat down , their legs on the armrests and their hands on the back of the chairs. Five men each took out ropes from behind the chairs and tied the women 's hands and feet to the chairs. With their legs spread wide, the bound women were like lambs to the slaughter. At this moment, a sweet voice came from the speakers, "The hunks who just received bras and panties, it's your go on stage. Make sure you recognize your women, or you'll be punished. Let me reiterate the old rules: you are not allowed to remove the women's masks. Everyone, let's begin!" 　　These words immediately aroused the men in the audience who had received bras and panties. Their penises were already hard, and they could only think with their lower bodies. They rushed onto the stage, some taking them off as they went. By the time they got on stage, their pants were nowhere to be seen . Wu Feipeng, in particular, excitedly rushed onto the stage with his panties in hand. 　　Ten men, after much difficulty finding their seats, were given priority in having sex with the women who had been grabbed by the bras. The others, along with five muscular men, were left to caress and play with the bound women. Some tried to remove the women's masks but were sternly stopped and warned by the muscular men. What followed could only be described as lewd. 　　Five penises were thrusting in and out on the stage, while the other ten men, unable to contain themselves, roughly kneaded the women's bodies . The large projectors on all four sides magnified this lewd scene many times over, and the music had stopped, replaced by the live moans of the five women, rising and falling, a scene of rampant lust. 　　Wu Feipeng waited anxiously, his already naked lower body, his penis throbbing incessantly. The impatience channeled all that energy into his hands, forcefully kneading the women being fucked. 　　The moans of the five women were indistinguishable between pain and pleasure; only the ever-increasing pitch seemed to prove that physical desire had conquered the men and women on the stage. 　　The other men who had been fucked earlier finished their battles one after another, and the condoms they took off all contained a considerable amount of semen. But the woman that Wu Feipeng was waiting for seemed to be fucked by a man who lasted longer than usual. More than ten minutes had passed and he was still thrusting rapidly. The speed at which he fucked her was so powerful that one couldn't help but think that he was on drugs.

Unable to suppress his inner turmoil, Wu Feipeng grabbed the woman's swaying breasts with one hand and
tended to his own penis with the other. The woman being fucked was already experiencing multiple orgasms, but because she was tied up, she couldn't escape the
continued thrusting. After the first man roared and ejaculated, Wu Feipeng quickly put on a condom, got into
position grabbed the woman's large breasts, and vigorously joined the fucking.

Watching the scene of the men fucking the woman beside him, who was practically lifting the entire chair, Wu Feipeng's already orgasmic
cunt clenched tightly. He finally managed to penetrate her cunt, but he ejaculated immediately.
Unwilling his teeth and continued thrusting before his penis had softened. The woman's orgasmic cunt
squeezed him out after only a few thrusts.

Zou Liang, watching from below the stage, sneered. What a useless fat man, good for nothing except addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division.

Wu Feipeng shook his head helplessly, accompanied by the lewd moans of the other four women, and walked off the stage, put on his
pants and returned to his seat.

Seeing Wu Feipeng's dejected look, Zou Liang quickly comforted him, "Brother Wu, don't be discouraged.
Everyone's the same. The one you had sex with before must have taken drugs. The others are all regulars. Some
even ejaculated

on their first time before going on stage." Wu Feipeng felt a little better and chatted with Zou Liang while watching the performance.

It turned out that most of the women performing on stage were not professionals. In other words, many were respectable
women or models looking to make quick money. They came because they were people who spent a lot of money at the venue, which is why they wore masks
. Some were local women who wore masks during training, just in case.

The mayor ran this nightclub partly to make money and partly to advance his political career, so
the patrons here were all people of status, and naturally, he spared no expense in creating it. There were
even more special performance areas on the third floor for people of even higher status, but Zou Liang tried several times but never had the chance to go up to the third floor to
explore it . He didn't even get close to the private elevator that went directly from the parking garage to the third floor.

After the other four couples finished their battles on stage, the dance performance was followed by a brutal sexual assault. All five women
were exhausted. On the large projection screen, their five beautiful bodies were glistening with sweat and oil, and almost their entire bodies
were flushed with a reddish hue. The last woman to finish being assaulted was still twitching in waves.

The sweet, delicate voice of the announcer rang out again: "Dear friends, did you enjoy yourselves?
If not, the next program will bring you unprecedented excitement. With your applause, welcome
our female slave today, the lowly 'Xiao Qian'!"

As the announcement was made, the five women had already been untied and taken backstage with chairs. After the announcement, a woman in high heels walked out from
backstage , wearing only a lace mesh top. Her full breasts were firmly stretched through
the mesh, her nipples protruding, each with a bell hanging from it. From the lower half of the mesh top,
a thin thread extended from her thick pubic hair, connecting to the controls in her hand. Her long hair was tied in a bun at the back of her head, with a few long
strands of bangs . She wore a leather band around her neck, and her face was still covered only by a mask that covered her cheeks. Her bright red,
slender high heels tapped on the stage.

All the lights were focused on the nearly 180cm tall woman. On the surrounding screens, and in the eyes of all the men,
there was only the image of the female slave at this moment. The delicate figure continued to narrate as the female slave appeared: "Today,
our female slave needs a baptism of wind and rain. Before that, she will
give everyone a sumptuous snack to enjoy. Let our little vixen Xiaoqian now begin to show you one by one..."

At this moment, five steel pipes slowly rose and retracted to the top, clearing the entire stage. Taking advantage of this
gap, five muscular men carried out a special table. What made it special was that there were six corresponding
cylindrical pillars extending around the round table, and all of them could move around the round table.

After the round table was set up, the voluptuous female slave Xiaoqian was lifted onto the table by the muscular man. The controller in her hand was also
taken
. She sat on the table with her legs bent, and her two feet were tied to the round rods at the front and fixed to the sides, spread open to the maximum extent. Through a pair of slender high heels hanging down, the thick pubic hair still covered the female slave's vulva.
The close-up images magnified many times on the four large projectors seemed to make the vulva cover the entire room.

A sweet, coquettish voice rang out: "Little Qian, what are you going to perform for everyone?" As

soon as the voice faded, Little Qian, on stage, replied in a coquettish tone: "I'm going to masturbate for everyone to see, to
show what a real slut is like. Actually, I masturbated while waiting to go on stage, but you didn't
see it. Now I want you to watch closely as the little slave masturbates."

She took the vibrating dildo handed to her by the muscular man, supported herself with one hand, and
inserted the head of the dildo through her mesh clothing into her cunt, plunging it in one go. The mesh clothing straps beside it were also pushed into her cunt, and
from a low, coquettish "Mmm..." from Little Qian

. The muscular men didn't stop. One of them went behind Xiaoqian, lifted her upper body, and wrapped his hands around her
to knead her large, white breasts. With each movement, the bells
jingled gripped the vibrating dildo and slowly began to thrust it into her vagina.
The only sounds coming from the speakers were Xiaoqian's muffled moans and the rubbing of her vagina being penetrated, interspersed with the occasional ringing of the bells, adding to the lewd
scene.

The other four men retreated backstage, returning with only one carrying a box. At the table, the man
opened the box, took out a vibrator, turned it on, and stood beside Xiaoqian, pressing the vibrator against her clitoris
. Xiaoqian reacted instantly, her moans rising eight octaves, her body writhing, and the frequency of
her thrusting decreased.

The muscular man behind her saw this, grabbed her breasts hard with both hands, and whispered something in her ear. Xiaoqian's eyes
lit up, and she immediately began to thrust faster into her cunt.
Meanwhile had already put their hands in their pants, including
those at the two tables closest to the stage, whispering and laughing lewdly.

Under the multiple stimulations, Xiaoqian was soon drenched in sweat, her body tense, on the verge of
orgasm . Seeing this, the muscular man with the vibrator grabbed Xiaoqian's hand and began thrusting rapidly and forcefully.
With this onslaught, Xiaoqian cried out "Ah…" and her buttocks lifted off the table. The muscular man behind her...
Holding Xiaoqian's convulsing body tightly to prevent her from escaping control, her lower body, under the vigorous man's initiative, accelerated even further,
her gushing vaginal fluid dripping onto the table, forming a puddle.

Under such peak stimulation, Xiaoqian finally lost control, screaming and twisting her body violently. Although
her upper body remained in the vigorous man's arms, her lower body flung away the vibrating dildo and massage stick from her vagina.

The two vigorous men chuckled lewdly, placing the still convulsing Xiaoqian back in her original position. The man holding the massage stick then
thrust it directly into Xiaoqian's clitoris, stimulating her still-onset orgasm to erupt with another intense
reaction . Her moans became almost like crying, her body contorting violently. With the two men behind and to her sides, plus her legs
holding her in place, she could no longer escape the ever-increasing stimulation. Instead, she let out increasingly intense moans—
hoarse, sharp, low sobs, and wanton—while whistles, cheers, and
curses .

Less than five minutes later, Xiaoqian could no longer hold on. Her body went limp, unable to withstand the relentless onslaught of peak orgasms,
and she fainted. Only then was the vibrator removed,
and the muscular man behind her laid Xiaoqian down, her body still convulsing after losing consciousness.

At this moment, a sweet, seductive voice rang out: "Friends, what do you think of our female slave? Is
she sexy enough? Is she wanton enough? Is she enough for you to enjoy?"

A muscular man took a sip of ice water and sprayed it on Xiaoqian's face. The icy stimulation jolted Xiaoqian
awake. The man then lasciviously poured the remaining water from the mineral water bottle over Xiaoqian. This icy water stimulated
another orgasm in Xiaoqian, causing her to let out a low, lewd moan. Her lower abdomen and buttocks convulsed, and
the swaying of her large breasts made the bells jingle loudly. The audience... A burst of lewd laughter followed, and a coquettish voice continued, "Little Qian,
the men here are no pushovers. Are you ready to face them?"

A commotion immediately erupted from the audience, many pulling down their pants. Seeing this, Wu Feipeng seemed to understand
, glancing at Zou Liang and saying, "Are you talking about the next program? They're all going to come up and fuck that bitch?"

Zou Liang stubbed out his cigarette, glancing at Wu Feipeng, "Haha, no need to ask, take your pants off."
Before Wu Feipeng could reply, Zou Liang immediately pulled down his own pants.

The coquettish voice said, "Seeing that everyone's dicks are ready, let's start feeding our little slave our
fill!"

A suggestive melody played from the speakers, and the muscular men who had just left guided everyone to maintain order, allowing
the Standing Committee members seated at the head of the table to go up on stage first.

The usually composed leader, his appetite whetted, abandoned all pretense of decorum. Four men went up
on stage . One of them grabbed Xiaoqian by the waist, and the muscular man skillfully applied a condom, his penis sliding
in with a swift motion, followed by rapid thrusting. The other three watched the intense scene, unable to resist fondling
Xiaoqian 's body. Meanwhile, the five women who had gone backstage returned naked.

Upon seeing this, two of the other three couldn't resist grabbing one and roughly ravaging her, while the third, still reluctant to
leave Xiaoqian, waited. Seeing that three women were still available, the muscular man, already
naked men to go up.

Doggy style, traditional style, lotus position—the men performing their love scenes on stage each did their best.
The moans of the six women were like a concert, rising and falling. They obediently followed the men's commands,
opening their bodies to receive the onslaught of the storm. One would stop, another would take their place. Towards
the end, the muscular men didn't stop them, putting all of them on top of each other, and then standing guard around the women to prevent their masks from being removed
.

Zou Liang didn't even look at the other five women, but instead stayed by Xiaoqian's spot, kneading and pinching her, waiting
for the man fucking her to ejaculate quickly. It turned out that Zou Liang had already set his sights on the female slave Xiaoqian, taking a liking to women with submissive nature.
This allowed his usually suppressed desires to be fully satisfied, and his sadistic and perverse psychology to be expressed in an indescribable way.
Wu Feipeng looked left and right, waiting, but couldn't find an empty cunt to vent his anger on, until Zou Liang started
fucking and ravaging Xiaoqian, finally finding an empty woman.

Some men, having ejaculated once, remained on Taishan, still fiddling with their lower bodies, preparing to rise again for a second round.
On the real-time projections around them, shadowy figures moved about, and lewd cries filled the air. There were women screaming desperately, women
screaming pain, and women screaming in uncontrollable climax. The men laughed lewdly,
the sounds of flesh colliding during intercourse filled the air, and the clear, ringing sound of bells jingling from the large breasts of the female slave Xiaoqian
made the scene even more intense than a Japanese AV series.

As all the sounds gradually subsided and faded away, rows of pale, fleshy
bodies lay scattered across the stage. Some men chatted idly and smoked, while others, having finished their "fight," simply pulled back their pants and plopped down in their
seats , too lazy to move. Still others, unwilling to give up, continued to fondle the six women who were half-dead from being fucked.
Xiaoqian's legs were already undone, her mesh top torn away, and one of her breast bells missing.
She lay limply on the table, her body occasionally convulsing, a sight both lewd and stimulating.

Used condoms were scattered all over the floor. Seeing that the "fight" was over, the five muscular men began to carry the women
backstage. Two women dressed as maids came up and began cleaning the stage. The exhausted men
gradually left the stage.

A sweet, coquettish voice rang out, "My dear friends, you've put on a fantastic action movie!
It's made me want men too! If any men are still up for a fight, head to the private room at the end of the sauna.
There are massage therapists in the sauna on the left; you're welcome to patronize us. The private booths on the right offer tea and snacks,
and the girls scrubbing you in the showers are waiting for you. This afternoon's program is over. Please
remember our female slave Xiaoqian! Welcome back to Night Passion again!"

Zou Liang glanced at his watch; it was already past 6 PM. He struggled to his feet, pulled the limp Wu Feipeng up
, and they finished showering before leaving Night Passion.

After that, Wu Feipeng frequently pestered Zou Liang to go again, and Zou Liang, after whetting Wu Feipeng's
appetite, agreed to go again, but only on the afternoon sessions. Wu Feipeng was puzzled. Zou Liang
later explained that the women at other times didn't have the figure and seductive charm of the female slave Xiaoqian, so every time he went,
Zou Liang was waiting to play with the lewd Xiaoqian.

Zou Liang learned from the waiter that Xiaoqian was from the city and had some connections. For some reason, she
frequently worked at the establishment, once or twice a week, and was willing to try various SM activities, making her a popular
female slave, yet she never frequented nightclubs.

Zou Liang tried several times to find out more about Xiaoqian, but all his efforts were in vain. Even when he hired two people
to follow her, they were beaten up, so he gave up and only went to nightclubs to find her.
Although he had a VIP black card that I had arranged for him, each visit cost tens of thousands, which was a bit much for him.
By dragging Wu Feipeng into the scheme, he could go to the establishments without restraint, and other financial procedures would be a piece
of cake – killing two birds with one stone.

Zou Liang's two-birds-with-one-stone plan was good, but unfortunately, it was discovered before it could be fully implemented. Because the two of them
knew a lot about the company's inner workings, especially Zou Liang's public relations skills, I needed to lull them into a false sense of security, gradually find
replacements them, and finally kick them out.

The first step was to get close to them, to make them feel that we had common ground and shared topics.
The VIP gold card became the key. I warned Wu Feipeng that if he wanted to keep his job, he should pretend I didn't know about this;
he had no choice.

I found Zou Liang and chatted casually, naturally steer the conversation to a common topic among men: women. Taking
the initiative, I easily brought up the topic of "nightlife" and the VIP black gold card. Zou Liang
was clueless, agreeing to take me to "nightlife" without really understanding what was going on, and even more unwittingly assigning some of his work
to his deputy. Zou Liang is a smart man, but even the smartest person is
useless without a voice.

When Wu Feipeng saw Zou Liang and me together, his astonishment was like seeing aliens. He came partly
to ingratiate himself with me, and partly to see just how alluring "nightlife" really was.

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