Compensated dating female student Tang Tangquan

The author of the novel, "Tangtang, the Female Student Engaged in Escort Services," is unknown. Part One: The Dream of a Middle-Aged Uncle. Ah Xiong picked up his cup and took a large sip, holding it in his mouth without swallowing, quietly savoring the rich, smooth, and wonderful texture. This was the "Silk Stocking Milk Tea," a famous drink from the "Chao Kee Tea Restaurant," renowned for many years. As the owner, Uncle Cai, often jokingly says, "They certainly don't have access to 'Mizzle' delicacies, but what we offer here is 'happiness' that even the poor can enjoy!" He wasn't exaggerating; his restaurant's signature "Silk Stocking Milk Tea" truly was unforgettable. Ah Xiong was a loyal customer, coming almost every day to drink a cup of this signature milk tea and eat a freshly baked "egg tart," without fail. The restaurant staff had become quite familiar with him, and every time he arrived, they would invite him to sit in the second-to-last "VIP" booth at the back. The booth was perfectly positioned facing the TV next to the bar, making it convenient for Ah Xiong to watch the live horse race. "The egg tarts are fresh out of the oven!" Uncle Zhi, an old man with an unlit cigarette in his mouth, mumbled, "Hey, Xiong, don't you have to work today? Why are you here so early? Did you go on a date with a pretty girl?" Although Hong Kong had long since implemented an indoor smoking ban, Uncle Zhi knew he couldn't smoke in restaurants, but decades-old habits aren't so easy to break. He could only chew on them and satisfy his craving! "Dating?" Ah Xiong chuckled, then said with a wry smile, "Uncle Zhi, don't joke with me. I'm old and broke, what girl would like me?" Uncle Zhi smiled gently, "Haha! No need to belittle yourself like that… But, you're quite self-aware, kid!" His assessment of Ah Xiong was spot on, and quite accurate! In fact, Ah Xiong was quite ordinary-looking. While not ugly, he was a bit short, with small eyes and a slightly flat nose, hardly the "handsome" type. Although still robust and sturdy, his body, past forty, was starting to gain weight, and a few gray hairs had appeared at his temples. Looking around the small tea restaurant, almost everyone at the other ten or so tables was a similar-looking middle-aged man; Ah Xiong was just one of these ordinary, typical small figures, a plain-looking "street hustler." Actually, Ah Xiong wasn't without anything; he was a boss. He was a locksmith, a "lock picker," or, colloquially, a "ghost locksmith." Like many of his peers, Ah Xiong grew up in a rural area of mainland China. Over twenty years ago, he illegally immigrated to Hong Kong, but due to his lack of education, he couldn't find stable work. In his youth, he was strong and could sell his labor on construction sites. But he knew he couldn't work on construction sites forever, so a few years ago, taking advantage of an old fellow villager's retirement, he resolutely spent all his savings to take over the small "locksmith" shop he opened at the bottom of a tenement building, while he rented a small apartment nearby. The income from this small business wasn't as lucrative as his construction work, but it was much more stable, and at least he was a "boss," with more flexible working hours. Ah Xiong didn't have any bad habits, and over the years, he had managed to accumulate some savings. While not wealthy, his life was relatively stable. However, besides his age, he had no outstanding qualities in terms of education, wealth, or appearance. Finding a suitable partner in Hong Kong's materialistic world was, of course, a bit difficult. Actually, Ah Xiong had tried. In his youth, he had dated several girls, some of whom he had good relationships with; but each time it came to marriage, things always fell apart at the last minute—either the girl's parents disapproved, or his girlfriend changed her mind and left him. Repeated heartbreaks left Ah Xiong completely disillusioned with love, and he gave up on his plan to marry locally. In recent years, many of his friends had gone north to marry, but Ah Xiong had no interest; he didn't believe in these arranged marriages. Moreover, none of those "lucky" enough to marry young wives had good outcomes. Either their wives stayed on the mainland and cheated on them, or after he painstakingly got them transferred to Hong Kong, the women vanished without a trace; in the end, they all lost everything and were left alone. Having seen so much, he became indifferent… In the past two years, Ah Xiong has basically given up on the dream of marriage. When he needs to satisfy his physical needs, he simply uses money. Although he can only buy fleeting pleasure, he avoids emotional troubles, and being penniless, he's happy with his peace of mind. Ah Xiong didn't mind Uncle Zhi's teasing at all. He just sighed and laughed heartily, "Hahaha! If the horses behave well today and let me win a hundred or two million, I'll go and pick up a young model and make her my wife tomorrow!" Ah Xiong wiped his nose.

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