Li Mingxu, Kang Yangqiu, and Zhou Jiyuan were all ecstatic. They had long heard whispers of this kind of decadent life but never had the opportunity or means to enjoy it. Instructor Wang was truly an insightful man, anticipating everyone’s needs and desires. Arranging such nightlife on the very first day in England—it was incredible!

Zhao Yu, however, wore a crestfallen, gloomy expression, as if someone owed him a million and refused to pay. The others barely managed to suppress their laughter, thinking to themselves: Serves you right, you little prude. See how you like it this time.

“Um, Brother Wang…” Zhao Yu pleaded pitifully, “Actually, I… I’m actually an adult too.”

Zhou Jiyuan teased him mercilessly, “You’re a virgin, man. If you watch this, what if you get too worked up? Jerking off is bad for your health, you know.”

Kang Yangqiu burst out laughing, while Wang Zhuo struggled to contain his smile, nodding in agreement.

“I…” Zhao Yu’s little chubby face contorted with indecision. What an incredible opportunity this was! He could feast his eyes and gain bragging rights to show off to his friends back home—they would be green with envy!

But because he always played the pure and innocent one, he had managed to miss this chance entirely. It was just like that popular saying online: Don’t pretend to be pure, or you’ll get screwed over!

“Let’s go, the taxi I called is waiting downstairs,” Wang Zhuo waved them forward. He then chuckled at Zhao Yu, “If I had known you couldn’t come, I wouldn’t have booked a seven-seater. The four of us could fit in a regular car.”

Li Mingxu finally couldn't hold back his laughter. Wang Zhuo’s talent for pranks was too sharp. He had managed to irritate a streetwalker into leaving that afternoon, and now he was making fun of Zhao Yu, turning the little fatty completely upside down. It was hilarious!

Kang Yangqiu and Zhou Jiyuan also roared with laughter. Wang Zhuo then dropped his serious demeanor, patted the awkwardly smiling Zhao Yu on the shoulder, and said, “Alright, alright, I won’t tease you anymore. How could we enjoy something this good and leave you behind? Let’s go!”

“Really?!” Zhao Yu was overjoyed, as if he had won the lottery, jumping three feet in the air, practically wanting to leap into Wang Zhuo’s arms for a bear hug and a big kiss.

Wang Zhuo nodded. Zhou Jiyuan grinned mischievously, “Look at you. You act purer than anyone usually, but now your cover is blown.”

Zhao Yu scratched his head awkwardly. So everyone knew about this. It seemed little tricks were indeed unreliable; they always failed at the critical moment!

Regardless, he could finally go with them. Zhao Yu followed Wang Zhuo excitedly, practically skipping, his smile stretching from ear to ear.

Dreaming of the decadent capitalist lifestyle and teasing Zhao Yu all the way, the group went downstairs, boarded the taxi Wang Zhuo had reserved, and headed straight for the London Second Club, part of the erminrin international chain.

Halfway there, Wang Zhuo pulled out a manila envelope and distributed two stacks of Euros to everyone, cheerfully explaining that this was for tips, not for "prostitution fees." Tonight was his treat, so he was handing this money out now.

Once he explained, they realized that entry wasn't just about buying a ticket to watch; there were also mandatory drink costs and tips involved. Furthermore, the bigger the tip, the better the service they received—though this service referred strictly to the dancers’ performance, not anything else. Even if it did involve something more, the prices were worlds apart from the streetwalkers they’d encountered that afternoon, making them completely unaffordable for most.

One hundred Euros was over 800 RMB, Li Mingxu analyzed knowledgeably. Back in Beijing, just having a girl keep you company for a chat at a place like Tianshang Renjian cost hundreds in tips, and taking one home overnight allegedly started at a minimum of two thousand. The place Wang Zhuo was taking them to was essentially London’s Tianshang Renjian; without at least two thousand Euros, they probably wouldn't even be able to ride a foreign girl.

“It’s not that exaggerated,” Wang Zhuo waved his hand, both amused and exasperated. “This kind of thing is legal in capitalist countries, so the public acceptance is much higher. Plus, some dancers come from less affluent nations, so the competition is naturally fierce. I estimate six to eight hundred Euros should be plenty.”

That was about five thousand RMB? The university lecturer and the ship maintenance worker felt a stir of temptation, secretly considering whether they should make a move. Zhao Yu, a student with no financial source, and Zhou Jiyuan, who had been dismissed from the army and lacked stable income, could only sigh wistfully.

What interested everyone most was whether Wang Zhuo would pick up a tall, blonde foreign beauty for himself. After spending some time together, they understood Wang Zhuo’s nature—he was a man of passion. Since he enjoyed luxury and wasn't short on cash, and he was treating them to a strip show on the very first night in England, they all figured he would definitely find a foreign girl for the night, and she’d have to be a top-tier headliner, or it wouldn’t live up to his status.

The entrance to erminrin wasn't overwhelmingly grand or luxurious, but stepping inside, the palace-like décor and the seven-meter-high ceiling opened their eyes. This place was clearly a money pit; anything less than spending money like water and wasting cash like dirt wouldn't do justice to such magnificent interiors.

Guided by a tall, handsome waiter, the five passed through the pole-dancing section. Li Mingxu and the others were wide-eyed. On circular tables, each had a pole standing in the center, where dancers twisted their bodies and swayed their hips, occasionally executing various seductive and provocative moves, some subtle, some intense. The audience seated below consisted of men and women; fine wine and cigarettes were the most common sights. Occasionally, someone would fold a banknote into a tight roll and slip it into a dancer’s shoelace or hand. Sometimes, the dancers would raise the stakes, allowing gentlemen to tuck the money into their cleavage or the ribbons of their panties.

Kang Yangqiu whispered to Li Mingxu, “See that? Prosthetics are really common here.”

Li Mingxu didn’t hear clearly, but luckily, Kang Yangqiu was good at gesturing and mimed twice until he understood what he had said.

Breast augmentation was indeed common in Europe and America, but natural enhancements seemed more prevalent. Wang Zhuo and the other four from China weren't big fans of augmentation; they shared a strong consensus on this point.

Along the way, they spotted a few East Asian women. They wondered if any of them were compatriots from China. When Zhou Jiyuan mumbled about this question, Wang Zhuo just shook his head with a faint smile. Back in Jiangzhou, he had seen similar scenes in the Red House. If a few Chinese dancers appeared at erminrin, it wouldn't be surprising at all; after all, the industry back home was already filled with many such women.

They called the situation in Britain the “national condition,” but wasn't China’s situation the same? Calling women of the night "fallen women" was just laughable—it sounded weak and outdated.

They arrived at a luxurious private room, and Li Mingxu and the others felt immensely flattered. Just looking at the opulence of the room, they knew the price must be terrifyingly high. Following a rich man was indeed comfortable—eating well and drinking fine—absolute corruption!

Wang Zhuo communicated with the waiter in English. Afterward, the waiter made a gesture, and Wang Zhuo slipped him a twenty-Euro note. The man nodded his thanks and quickly walked away.

Twenty Euros was about 170 RMB, but this time, no one felt Wang Zhuo had tipped too much. When spending in Britain, one had to follow local customs; they couldn't calculate expenses based on RMB. To the waiter just now, twenty Euros was probably equivalent to what a waiter in Beijing might consider twenty RMB—not a big deal.

Wang Zhuo spread his hands to the four and said with a faint smile, “I told him that if tonight’s service satisfies us, I’ll give him an additional one hundred Euros as a bonus. Coming out to have fun is about enjoyment; this small investment is worthwhile.”

Everyone immediately nodded in understanding. Western countries had a custom of tipping; when entering a place, one must follow suit. Using domestic standards here simply wouldn't work.

Soon, a man resembling a manager led a large group of foreign girls into the room, dazzling Zhao Yu so much he wanted to examine each one closely. Li Mingxu took off his glasses and wiped the lenses, perhaps feigning propriety or just wanting a clearer view.

Zhou Jiyuan suddenly snickered and whispered to Wang Zhuo, “How is this any different from when we used to call for girls at the KTV back home?”

“Hey, I never called girls at a KTV,” Wang Zhuo jokingly waved him off. “Hurry up and pick; don’t let that brat Zhao Yu get first dibs.”

Kang Yangqiu leaned over from the side and asked with a fawning grin, “Wang Zhuo, is it the same here as it is back home? Should we reject this batch first and wait for them to bring out better quality?”

Hearing this, Li Mingxu also leaned over and nodded in agreement.

Rumble... Wang Zhuo was utterly stunned. It turned out none of these guys were exactly pillars of virtue; they had all enjoyed paid companionship back in China. In that case, among this group, besides Zhao Yu, he must have been the purest one!

Seeing the three of them looking so sleazy, he shook his head, half-laughing, half-crying, “I’ll ask.”

He beckoned the man over. Wang Zhuo didn't know if he was the manager or the "madam," so he simply slipped him one hundred Euros and asked the same question Kang Yangqiu had posed.

Unexpectedly, the man refused the tip, stating firmly that erminrin only provided the most beautiful girls to honored guests and that that kind of thing would never happen here.

Seeing that his expression was genuine, Wang Zhuo felt relieved. He sat back down and relayed the information to the four.

Then everyone started choosing. Naturally, they deferred to Wang Zhuo to pick first. Wang Zhuo knew arguing with them was useless, so he pointed and selected a girl whose skin was impossibly white, blonde hair, blue eyes, tall with long legs—purely natural.

A girl of this caliber in China would surely be the object of desire for every man, but here at erminrin, she was merely a slightly higher-grade dancer. This entire batch in the room was of comparable quality to her.

Humility is a traditional Chinese virtue, and it remained applicable even abroad. After Wang Zhuo made his selection, Li Mingxu and the others began politely pushing the choice among themselves until the manager grew slightly impatient and subtly prompted Wang Zhuo. Wang Zhuo then assigned them selection order based on age, starting with Zhao Yu.

Zhao Yu immediately picked a full-figured woman with black hair. The manager gave him a thumbs-up and said something in English. The kid didn't understand and looked toward Wang Zhuo questioningly.

“He said this woman is from Italy,” Wang Zhuo shrugged. “No wonder she has black hair.”