**Chapter 84: Haunted by a Fox Demon**
After taking Bus No. 90 and transferring to Metro Line 3, the two stood in front of a nightclub an hour later.
The blaring music made Yan Shouyi frown involuntarily. "Why meet in a place like this?"
Long Feicheng chuckled. "Brother Yan, you just don’t get it. The guy’s a big shot—always doing business. And in our country, there are only two places to discuss business: the dinner table and the nightclub."
With that, Long Feicheng swaggered into the nightclub like a regular. Two rows of attractive hosts and hostesses at the entrance bowed in unison:
"Welcome to Emperor Nightclub!"
A manager immediately approached with a smile. "Do you two have a reservation?"
Long Feicheng’s eyes never left the legs of the hostesses as he absentmindedly nodded. "Take us to VIP Room 999. Mr. Meng’s room."
The manager gestured politely. "Right this way— Huh? Long Fei, is that you?"
Surprisingly, the manager recognized Long Feicheng, who snapped out of his daze and grinned. "Yo, Brother Hui!"
Manager Hui gave Long Feicheng an enthusiastic hug and teased, "You little rascal, moving up in the world now, huh? Hanging out with Mr. Meng? When are you gonna pull me up with you?"
Long Feicheng, never one to miss a chance to show off, immediately put on airs. "Ah, it’s nothing much. Just here to discuss a little business with Mr. Meng today. No big deal!"
Brother Hui’s eyes widened with surprise, and he became even more enthusiastic. "Don’t forget about me when you make it big! I’ll take you there right now—and I’ll have some fruit platters sent over!"
"Thanks, Brother Hui!"
As Brother Hui led the way, Yan Shouyi asked curiously,
"You know this manager pretty well. You used to come here often?"
Long Feicheng sighed. "I used to work under Brother Hui… though not at this place."
Yan Shouyi’s jaw dropped. "Wait, so you were a male escort?"
"Ugh, don’t say it like that! At most, I was a ‘host’—just drinking with clients, selling charm, not my body!" Long Feicheng explained. "Being an escort these days is tough. One of my buddies hooked up with a rich lady and bragged about it all day. That same night, he ended up in the hospital. Rumor has it she tried to scrub his junk with a steel wool pad. Now, the poor guy pisses himself at the sight of steel wool or middle-aged women. Seeing my future, I wisely quit the game."
Yan Shouyi couldn’t help but click his tongue. Somehow, Long Feicheng’s past sounded even wilder than his own wandering adventures.
Under Brother Hui’s guidance, they arrived outside the VIP room. Hui knocked, stuck his head in to exchange a few words, then waved them inside.
The moment they entered, they were greeted by a floor littered with beer bottles and a dozen scantily clad women either singing or dancing.
In the midst of it all, a disheveled middle-aged man lay drunk on the couch, clutching a microphone and wailing off-key like a dying hog.
Yan Shouyi, uncomfortable in this environment, stood stiffly by the door. Long Feicheng, however, strutted in like he owned the place, dancing his way toward the women.
"Mr. Meng, we’re here," Long Feicheng said, raising a glass.
The drunk man on the couch slurred into the mic, "Have a few drinks first… sing a song… We’ll talk business later!"
"Sure thing, whatever you say, Mr. Meng!"
Long Feicheng immediately blended in, downing several rounds with Mr. Meng before grabbing a hostess and belting out a tune.
Yan Shouyi found a relatively clean spot to sit, only to be swarmed by hostesses.
"Little brother, is this your first time here? Want us to teach you a drinking game?"
Yan Shouyi shook his head and pointed at Long Feicheng. "Go entertain him. I’m fine here alone."
"Aww, don’t be shy!"
Used to dealing with lecherous old men, the hostesses found Yan Shouyi’s innocence oddly charming. Several crowded around him, pouring him drink after drink. One even reached out and poked his abs.
"Wow, little brother, you’ve got a great body! Six-pack, right? Can we see?"
Yan Shouyi blushed. "Better not."
"Too shy? Then come home with me tonight, and I’ll take a private look…"
When it came to seduction, ten Lin Zitongs and ten Liu Yirens combined couldn’t match a single hostess here. Yan Shouyi sighed—maybe he shouldn’t judge Long Feicheng’s debauchery too harshly.
Fortunately, Yan Shouyi had strong willpower and silently recited a mantra to keep his mind clear, allowing him to resist their advances.
After failing to crack his defenses, the hostesses lost interest and turned their attention to the wealthiest man in the room—Mr. Meng.
Compared to Yan Shouyi’s restraint, Long Feicheng was in his element.
How to describe it?
At one point, a hostess beside Long Feicheng tearfully begged, "Bro, maybe just sing for a bit? You’ve rubbed my thighs raw…"
Finally, after enduring half an hour of Mr. Meng’s screeching vocals, the man sobered up slightly.
He waved his hand dismissively, shooing all the hostesses out.
Long Feicheng, reluctant to let the fun end, even sniffed his left hand wistfully before leaving.
"Long Fei, turn off the music," Mr. Meng ordered.
"Right away, Mr. Meng!"
Realizing it was time for business, Long Feicheng quickly shut off the music and considerately poured Mr. Meng a glass of water. "Here, drink some warm water. Alcohol’s bad for you—gotta take care of your health!"
Mr. Meng smirked. "Cut the crap, kid. I know exactly what kind of guy you are."
Long Feicheng scratched his head sheepishly. "You flatter me, Mr. Meng. You’ve done so much for me—I might as well treat you like my own dad!"
He then dragged Yan Shouyi over and introduced him. "Mr. Meng, this is my big bro, Yan Shouyi. A genuine Lu Ban descendant! Exorcising ghosts is child’s play to him—even the King of Hell calls him ‘bro’! Whatever trouble you’ve got, he’ll handle it!"
Then, to Yan Shouyi: "This is Mr. Meng Guohui, the man behind Wanhua Real Estate—one of the biggest names in Rongcheng!"
Yan Shouyi shook hands with Meng Guohui, officially making his acquaintance.
The next moment, Yan Shouyi said, "Mr. Meng, you reek of fox stench, and there’s a cloud of death hovering between your brows. If I’m not mistaken, a family member of yours recently passed away, and now you’re being haunted by a demon. Am I right?"
The drunken haze in Meng Guohui’s eyes cleared instantly.
He studied Yan Shouyi carefully, a newfound respect in his gaze. "Master Yan, you truly live up to your reputation. You’re absolutely right. To be frank, my wife passed away half a month ago. Since then, a fox demon has been tormenting me. Strange occurrences keep happening at home, and I’ve nearly died in several ‘accidents.’ If not for my frustration, I wouldn’t even be here drowning my sorrows."
"Master Yan, if you can resolve this for me, I’m willing to raise the reward—one million as thanks!"
**[Author’s Note]**
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