Quickly pocketing the silver coin, the waiter was as respectful as if he were serving an ancestor, leading the young man inside.
"Sir, please come in! Please come in!"
Upon entering the nightclub's hall, it faintly resembled a combination of a bar and a theater, with each booth isolating guests, while a half-human-high stage in the center featured a band performing energetically.
However, the guests seemed preoccupied with exchanging affections with the beauties beside them, and the delightful chatter and laughter rose and fell, with no one paying attention to the stage.
"Sir, do you prefer the hall or a private room? There are still a few large private rooms on the second floor..."
Hearing the waiter's inquiry, Zhu Haomiao looked up and observed that they resembled the private rooms of bars in later generations. From there, one could clearly enjoy the stage performance on the first floor and even monitor the entire hall, including the critical main entrance.
