Entering the villa, the music is beyond measure. Women with dirty braids are exposed to playing discs, people are crowded, almost everyone has lipstick marks, and there are more than one.

The most people gathered around dirty braided women, and they chose a corner with relatively few people. Xue Zhaolin took two whiskeys from passers-by and handed Ao Xue a glass.

Nobody speaks, because all the talk here depends on roaring, and it's not necessarily audible.

A woman hits the table barefoot, pulls out a pile of money from her Gucci pocket and spreads it to the crowd.

There was a cheer from the crowd, and no one picked it...