Being targeted by the boss of the escape game

Taking Guo Mengmeng back to Paramount, Chu Ling couldn't rest.

Who would have thought that as a well-known dancer, Shanghai's number one courtesan, and the pillar of Paramount, he would stay for meetings after get off work?

He put Guo Mengmeng in the dressing room, and hurried to the lobby to gather.

Standing in the crowd, Chu Ling listened to the man above talking about the importance of business ability, how to stimulate the economy of the dance hall, how to make the guests willing to spend more than they want, how to make the guests linger and want to come again.

Is this a dancer or a salesperson?

It's really 360 lines. I can't escape after get off work and I have to stay and work overtime for meetings.

Just talking was not enough, Wen Ruhai dragged two women up to demonstrate.

"Hmph, that's so easy, Tian Tian said it nicely, if you do it yourself, you will know how difficult those customers are." Said a woman in a green hibiscus cheongsam on the left.

"That's right, I have to stay for meetings after get off work every day. What kind of dancing girl am I? I'll go to work."

Another girl with an oval face also said: "Yes, what kind of training do I need? Am I a ji or I'm here to learn."

Chu Ling fell silent at the center of the topic.

"The dog who took chicken feathers as arrows knows how to torment us every day."

As he spoke, he cast a sideways glance at Chu Ling.

Chu Ling: ""

I was shot while lying down, and it’s not my fault that my performance is good.

After all, the half-hour regular meeting was over. Chu Ling took Guo Mengmeng to the resting place for two steps before being stopped.

The one who stopped him was a young man, the bartender of Paramount: "Xiaodie, I have something to tell you."

Chu Ling asked Guo Mengmeng to wait for him where he was, and followed the bartender to the cubicle.

After chatting for more than ten minutes, the chat was finally over. No, it was not over yet. Men and women came to him one after another. I don't know why they were looking for him.

I really don't know:

"What's wrong with you, Xiaodie?"

"Xiaodie, if you have anything, you must tell brother."

"Xiaodie, can you give me Prince Wang?"

"I also like the style of Young Master Li."

Chu Ling tried to analyze one or two clues from these words, but he failed.He had no choice but to sit upright on the chair, listening to the people in front of him chattering: "Xiaodie, you are young and beautiful, why are you doing this, why don't you follow brother? Brother must be good to you! "

Chu Ling lowered her eyes to look at the cheongsam made of brocade on her body, and then raised her eyes to look at the kitchen uniform that smelled of oily smoke on the opposite person, and fell silent, can you fucking make a hammer?Office romance is fruitless!

But he couldn't say it, he could only say: "I can't help myself, the family is in trouble, the boss and the subordinates have something to say, brother Lin, haven't you prepared the side dishes for tomorrow yet?"

"Ah, yes, yes, brother, let's go first, go back first, I will come to you tomorrow."

"Yeah, go slowly."

But hurry up and don't come tomorrow!

Chu Ling sent people out, thinking that the calculations were over, and she could go back to rest.Unexpectedly, when she turned her head, she saw a woman in a plain white cheongsam leaning against the wall, holding a flower-glazed bong in her hand, puffing.

About 25 years old, with good looks, autumn eyes and red lips, and enchanting figure, although wearing a plain white cheongsam, it is still difficult to hide the amorous feelings between his eyebrows and eyes.

This is the leading proprietress of all the dancers in Paramount, commonly known as mother, Wei Sisi.

Wei Sisi glanced at Guo Mengmeng behind him, "This girl is a bit unfamiliar, isn't she from Paramount?"

Guo Mengmeng hid behind Chu Ling nervously, lowering her head and not daring to look at each other.

Chu Ling: "This is my younger sister, Mengmeng. Sister Sisi, can she follow me together in the future?"

Wei Sisi smiled: "Yes, why not?" She turned her head to Guo Mengmeng and raised her chin, "Let's go to the side room on the fourth floor."

Chu Ling patted Guo Mengmeng's hand to comfort her, and said in a low voice, "Don't be afraid, you can go first and see you tomorrow."

After Guo Mengmeng left, Wei Sisi took a puff of cigarette and said with a smile, "Xiao Die, is Director Wang okay?"

old man?Wang Yunfeng's face of at most forty is called an old man?

Chu Ling nodded: "Very good." That was very good. When he left, Director Wang called two older girls.

Wei Sisi tapped on the cigarette rod, raised his eyebrows slightly: "Then did he say anything to you?"

Chu Ling shook her head.

"Huh, is it?"

Wei Sisi chuckled, glanced at Chu Ling with her autumn eyes, and raised a charming arc on the corner of her mouth: "Chu Xiaodie, have you forgotten who brought you into Paramount?"

"Did you climb up to the new owner and deny anyone?"

Wei Sisi looked at Chu Ling, tilted his head slightly, the corners of his eyes were bent, but the smile on his face cooled down, and his tone was sharply chilled: "You were so hungry that you only had half your life left, and you cried and begged to let me go I rescued you and said that I was willing to be a cow and a horse to repay me, and now I ask you to do this little thing, and you are so perfunctory to me?"

He was confused, what kind of weird plot development is this?Is Chu Xiaodie still a double agent?Mission Impossible?

work?repay?What kind of script is this?How many people did Chu Xiaodie agree to?

How did you find the creditors one after another?

Chu Ling was stunned, but this might also be a key clue.He took a deep breath, lowered his eyelashes slightly, and carefully controlled his tone: "Sister Sisi, I will do my best in what you said, and I will never be perfunctory, it's just a little difficult for me"

Before he could finish speaking, Wei Sisi interrupted him, "Difficult? Not difficult."

She put away the cigarette stick, let out a breath of hot air, raised the corners of her lips slightly, and looked at the faint smile in Chu Ling's eyes: "Have you forgotten what I said, as long as Liang Yuesheng sees your face, If you want Xingxing, maybe he is willing to pay you back. I know you will do well, good boy."

Chu Ling: "??"

Why is it Liang Yuesheng again?

And what Wei Sisi said was also very strange, "If you want Xingxing, maybe he will be willing to compensate you." Normally, you can give it, rewards are fine, why add a compensation?

Only when I feel guilty, owed, and want to make up, will I say compensation.

Wei Sisi didn't give Chu Ling a chance to think, she stepped forward a few steps, approached Chu Ling, and said softly, "Xiaodie, I'll be waiting for your good news at the banquet at the Shuiyue mansion tomorrow."

Turn around and leave.

After watching the second creditor leave, Chu Ling went up to the fourth floor, and went all the way to the place where every dancer rested, that is, the dormitory.

The second room on the left is Chu Xiaodie's. Unlike other people, Chu Xiaodie lives in twos and threes.She lives alone, perhaps because of her status as a pillar, she lives in a suite with two rooms, a bedroom and a toilet.

There is not much furniture, and there is only a mahogany bed, a wardrobe and a dressing table in the empty bedroom.

There were a few colorful cheongsams hanging in the closet, other than that, the whole room was ordinary to the point of shabby.

But it's also very strange, the strange thing is, the mirror.

The whole room, surrounded by mirrors.

Yes, both.

In addition to the mirror on the dressing table, there are mirrors in the wardrobe, corners, and doors in the bedroom. Even the toilet is no exception. It is a large mirror wall.

Mirrors have been taboo since ancient times. Many people even think that mirrors will destroy Feng Shui and reflect the yang energy in the room.

But with so many mirrors in one's room, don't talk about feng shui, just look at it alone, isn't Chu Xiaodie afraid?

Chu Ling raised his eyes and looked at the reflection of himself in the mirrors around him. For no reason, he felt a chill down his spine. He shook his head, took a few steps back, and frowned slightly as he looked at the mirror. For some reason, these mirrors made him feel very uncomfortable.

He subconsciously wanted to smash all these mirrors, but a voice told him that there was something wrong with these mirrors, smash it.

Chu Ling didn't smash it, he just walked over slowly and looked at himself in the mirror, with black hair, white skin, pointed chin, and black and white eyes.

For a moment, Chu Ling felt like a female ghost.

The main reason is that there are too many mirrors in this room. He can see more than a dozen of his own figures when he glances out of the corner of the eye. This makes Chu Ling always feel that there may be a figure that is not his own.

He couldn't understand why Chu Xiaodie had so many mirrors in the room, and he couldn't imagine how Chu Xiaodie fell asleep in such an environment.

He sat in front of the dressing table, looking at himself in the mirror.

Because of the multiple refractions of the mirror, the lights became psychedelic. I don't know if it was an illusion. Chu Ling always felt that he was distorted in the mirror in front of him. He blinked, trying to see more clearly.

"Snapped"

Suddenly, the incandescent lamp above the head flickered, and then the image in the mirror flickered, like a stone falling into the calm water and causing ripples.

Following the mirror, a red figure slowly appeared. She was holding a red wooden comb in her hand, combing her long hair. The hair was black and shiny, almost dragging to the ground.

She picked up a crystal hairpin on the table and carefully pinned it to her ear.Chu Ling could see that the hairpin was in the shape of a rose.

Seemingly noticing that Chu Ling was looking at her, she slowly raised her head.

The person in the mirror had crooked eyebrows, almost the same face as him, except that his face was paler, so white that it was a bit frightening. He was wearing an old-fashioned red jacket and skirt, and his mouth was painted red.

She was also looking at Chu Ling, with the corners of her mouth raised slightly, her eyes were really cold, the black pupils almost occupying the entire pupils, she smiled with her lips pursed, and her snow-white teeth were extremely scary.

Chu Ling looked at the smile of the person in the mirror, her whole body was stiff, and she felt that her mind was blank.

Who is this guy?Is it the real Chu Xiaodie?Or someone else?

Chu Ling didn't know.

She just watched Chu Ling quietly, her red mouth opened and closed, as if she was talking about something.

what is it then?

Chu Ling subconsciously wanted to get closer, to hear what she was saying clearly, so he leaned in obsessively, and almost his entire face was pressed against the mirror.

But in the next second, a snow-white hand suddenly stretched out from the mirror, and the slender and cold hand climbed onto his neck, tightly grasping his collar, and was about to pull it into the mirror.

"Ahhh!!!"

Chu Ling screamed and opened his eyes suddenly, only to find that he was lying on the dressing table. He turned his head and looked around. The room was brightly lit. How could there be a woman in red?

Is this just a dream?

When he looked up, he just saw a delicate face in the mirror, with the same long hair, a pointed chin, big eyes, and a crystal hairpin pinned to his ear.