The door opened.

Ta-ta-ta-ta... With the crisp and steady sound of high heels stepping on the ground, a blond woman slowly walked out of the darkness.

When she walked out from behind the little maid, everyone in the dressing room fell silent. The men and women turned their heads away, but their eyes were firmly attracted to the woman, like a paperclip caught by a magnet.

Among them, the bunny girl who was responsible for serving Coke suddenly lost her legs without warning and collapsed on the sofa. The glass container containing Coke rolled beside Hoffa's legs, and ice cubes were scattered on the floor. Fortunately, there was not much in it.

Cola.

If this had happened on a normal day, the bunny girl would have jumped up in fright and apologized quickly. But this time, she collapsed softly on the sofa, her eyes half-closed and half-opened, as if she was about to fall asleep.

Hoffa ignored the gaffe of his men. After seeing the person coming in, he was slightly startled. He pulled down his red glasses and took a closer look. He felt a strange sense of familiarity, which had nothing to do with his appearance.

But he was very sure that he had never seen the strange woman in front of him before. If he had seen her before, with her appearance and figure, how could he leave an impression on him?

"Who are you?"

He asked with a frown, his body tensed and he stopped his careless attitude.

After experiencing the Sylby incident, he had great hostility towards women who came to him on their own initiative.

The blonde woman didn't answer. She walked into the room carrying her bag and looked around. Several men had to hold on to the furniture around them to barely stand still.

"Can you buy me a drink?"

The woman smiled familiarly at Hoffa and said, "I've been looking for you for a long time, and I'm a little thirsty when I leave."

Hoffa's eyes swept around the room, and a careless smile appeared on his face: "Then you have really found the right person."

As he said that, he shook the exaggerated black feathers on his shoulders, stood up, came to the wine cabinet in the dressing room, and pulled out a few crystal clear wine glasses: "I happened to be converting this theater into a ballroom these days.

, all drinks are free, since you are the first visiting customer today..."

As he spoke, he opened the vodka labeled 96% Polish distilled vodka with a laugh, poured it into the cup, and then handed the cup to the blonde woman.

"Drink whatever you want."

"Thanks."

The woman took the wine glass and didn't drink it, she just held it.

Hoffa stood in front of the blond woman and looked at her light green eyes. Although the muscles on her face maintained a smile, her eyes were empty and indifferent, without any emotion.

The feeling of familiarity came over me again.

"Can we have a word alone?" the woman asked, holding a wine glass.

"Ah!?" Hoffa pointed to his ears and pretended not to hear.

"I said, can you have a drink with me alone?"

"Humph..." Hoffa turned around, leaned back on the sofa, and put his legs on the coffee table again: "Isn't it bad to have more people? It's more lively when there are more people together, so why do we have to talk alone.

"

Seeing that Hoffa was persuaded not to move, the blond woman began to ask the other people in the room kindly: "Excuse me, can you let me and your boss have a few words alone?"

The men and women caught in her eyes were like puppets on strings, staggering towards the door.

"stop."

Hoffa said slowly.

His mental force field covered the entire dressing room like thunder, and the maids and secretaries who were staggering about to leave suddenly woke up.

Including the bunny girl who fell on the sofa, she realized that the glass container she was holding had rolled down next to the boy's legs.

"Yes...I'm sorry..."

She quickly started to pack the containers, but unexpectedly, Hoffa involuntarily pinned the two maids who were bringing her tea and water to the sofa, holding one in each hand, forcing them to stay beside him and not move.

I saw him tilting his head unscrupulously and looking at the woman who came in: "Where did you come from? Did you invite these people? You just let them go?"

"No." The woman shook her head calmly.

"Then tell me your name, and if you have anything to say, say it here." He sat carelessly on the sofa with his legs crossed, hugging two maids with red faces and ears: "I'll give you three minutes, for your sake

For dressing up so seriously."

"That's not necessary. You will come to me one day."

The woman said with a smile and walked out without any hesitation.

Hoffa was stunned and guessed what he was saying: "Wait a minute."

The blonde woman stood still after hearing this.

"Do I allow you to leave?" He asked with a smile, squinting his eyes, "Do you think this is a public toilet?"

The blond woman looked back at him, her expression a little helpless, but her eyes remained unchanged. In fact, her eyes had never wavered since she entered the door until now.

"No." She shook her head.

"Drink the wine." Hoffa said with an order that could not be refused.

The blond woman nodded, and under the gaze of more than a dozen people, she raised her head and drank down the glass of 96-degree ultra-high-concentration wine without blinking, as if she was an emotionless robot.

"well."

Seeing that she had finished drinking, Hoffa immediately pushed away the two maids, clapped his hands, stood up, stretched, and swaggered up to the blonde woman with his hands in his pockets, and surrounded her in a flirtatious manner.

After walking around for a while, he teased: "Do you have any talents?"

"I can do anything." The blonde woman stood there and said calmly: "I can do anything you want."

"Really?" The black flamingo narrowed its eyes, and the golden eyes behind the red sunglasses flashed with unpredictable light.

The blonde woman nodded seriously.

"Can you play bass?" Hoffa asked.

"I can."

The blonde woman said.

"Oh, that's interesting." He looked at his expensive watch: "It's almost time for the performance. You go out with me to perform, and then... we'll consider spending time alone together, laughing and joking..."

When he asked the question, the male secretaries in the dressing room lowered their heads and twitched the corners of their mouths. It was the time when the boss got nervous every night. The maids who served him also turned away in embarrassment and covered their faces with their hands.

.The tone and actions of this young upstart boss really made them a little bit unbearable to look at.

However, unexpectedly, the strange blonde woman looked at him with a smile and nodded without any sign of anger.

"Great, great."

The black flamingo clapped his hands: "I hope you won't disappoint me."

As soon as he finished speaking, the door to the theater downstairs opened. The doorman unlocked the access control.

Countless men and women poured into the theater from the streets, cheering and running wildly, like zombies smelling blood, and the curtains around the dressing room were violently opened.

The concrete stage goes down layer by layer, forming a stage in the center of the theater. There is a dense circle of projection equipment above the stage. Countless spotlights shine and change on the ceiling, and colorful spotlights shine in from the high ceiling. The smoke of roller skates

Rising from the steps, floating in the air, filled with those crazy and crazy faces, like a dream.

Hoffa walked out of the dressing room in one stride and came to the balcony of the third floor box. He opened his arms and the black feathers on his shoulders were fluttering.

He laughed loudly, and a microphone flew into his hand from nowhere. He held up the microphone and said, "All food and drinks are free today, let's have a party!!!"

Along with his words, countless small metal speakers stretched out from all directions of the theater, and banknotes with the Queen's face sprayed out from the speakers, which were pounds one by one.

Money rained from the sky.

"ah!!"

"Father!"

"What a good man!"

"God!"

“Jesus is born again!”

"Praise the Queen!"

“Praise the gods!!”

...

Countless homeless people and men and women cheered wildly, their voices hoarse with excitement. They raised their hands high and danced towards the money floating in the sky.

The frenetic scene made Hoffa burst into laughter. He jumped directly from the third floor to the newly built stage. Under the dance floor, there were countless men and women with their hands raised. They clutched coins and looked at the center of the stage eagerly.

That flamboyant black flamingo.

"Come out, babies!!"

The flamingo held up the microphone and laughed.

Five or six rock musicians wearing exaggerated costumes walked out from all directions on the stage. They had mohawk haircuts, upper body, and various tattoos. Some were carrying drums, some were carrying guitars, and some were carrying

Electronic keyboard.

Hoffa walked up to the bald bassist without acknowledging him and whispered in his ear: "I don't like your bald head, you're fired."

Then he took his bass and threw it to the third floor.

Bess flew over in a spin, as if he was about to smash someone's head.

But the blond woman on the third floor still maintained an eternal smile. She took the high-speed flying bass with one hand, and then slowly walked down the stairs, passing through the flow of people gracefully. In the process, she unexpectedly

No one could touch her. Wherever she walked, fanatical crowds detoured.

The bassist, who had worked together several times, was stunned, and so were the others in the band. But when the blond woman walked onto the stage, it was as if they had taken psychedelic drugs, and their eyes became trance-like.
To be continued...