Feng Jun could now easily handle a small objective, and after becoming a member, he left with Wang Dechao.
As for custom-made clothes, he had no plans for them, because he often spent time in the Doomsday and didn't have much time to come here for entertainment.
Since the two had already eaten dinner, Wang Dechao took Feng Jun directly down to the ninth floor.
This floor was a place for leisure and entertainment, but the entertainment methods were very classical and elegant.
There were special chess and card rooms for playing chess, and an artificial fish pond where one could enjoy the fun of fishing.
Each room was equipped with dedicated waitresses responsible for serving tea and water.
As long as guests had a request, they could perform a classical dance with an ancient charm, making one feel refreshed and joyful.
However, all services here were also charged: tea fees, dance fees, chess and card fees, and fishing bait fees.
But there was one advantage to becoming a member of Shangqing Elegant Teahouse: one no longer had to pay all fees on the upper five floors.
All member consumption above ground would be waived, but compared to consumption underground, consumption above ground was simply a drop in the bucket.
The main thing here was being able to enjoy various beautiful dances; one only needed to order on the tablet in the room, and a dancer would enter the room to perform a beautiful dance for you.
Feng Jun once read an article online that judged whether an industry was a monopoly by how many beautiful women it had.
Industries like gold and flight attendants definitely had many beautiful women.
Ever since he followed Wang Dechao to the underground of Shangqing Elegant Teahouse, Feng Jun saw more and more beautiful women, each more stunning than the last.
Any one of them, if taken to the entertainment industry, could be considered outstanding and captivating.
Wang Dechao ordered a dance called “Cliff Mountain Feather Robe Dance” and invited Feng Jun to appreciate it.
Feng Jun glanced at it, and the cost of this dance was as high as 400,000 RMB.
Such a high appearance fee naturally came with better service; in addition to more than twenty dancers, there were also eight waitresses.
These eight people were specifically responsible for serving Feng Jun and Wang Dechao.
Because it was a classical Chinese-style room, there were no chairs inside, only cushions.
After Wang Dechao sat down, two waitresses proactively leaned their bodies behind him.
Wang Dechao leaned back and lay on the waitresses, his head resting perfectly on their chests.
These two waitresses had obviously received special training and were specifically meant to be human cushions, knowing how to conform to the body to accommodate the guest's sitting or lying posture.
Wang Dechao moved his body, and the expression on his face was very comfortable.
Feng Jun also followed suit and sat down, and two waitresses immediately leaned against him, resting behind him.
Around the two of them, there were also two waitresses each, responsible for serving tea and water.
If Feng Jun wanted to eat any fruit, they would understand with just a glance and would proactively hand the peeled fruit to his mouth.
Feeling the gentleness behind him, Feng Jun was greatly shocked.
Wang Dechao also saw through Feng Jun's thoughts and said, “This is nothing.
There's more on the lower floors, but it takes too much time.
Let's go together when we have time, but down there, I won't be able to treat you.”
“Haha ~ I'll treat you when we go down,” Feng Jun said.
With the start of the music, the song and dance performance began.
Under the hazy lights, a group of dancers began their performance of Chinese classical song and dance.
They wore gorgeous costumes, intricate headwear, and held feather fans, their figures graceful.
Their dance steps were light and elegant, like a flowing scroll, depicting the magnificent scene of peace and prosperity in China's golden age.
Feng Jun did not have many artistic cells, but he could still appreciate some of this beautiful dance.
Each of these dancers had a stunning appearance, capable of winning awards in competitions even with a casual performance.
Following the rhythm of the music, the dancers danced gracefully, their movements like willow catkins in the wind, light and ethereal.
The lighting here was also specially designed; although it did not have the 3D virtual projection effect of the Doomsday, it had a somewhat similar effect.
Feng Jun could still tell that it was depicting a period of peace and prosperity in a certain ancient dynasty.
Classical song and dance had a unique beauty, and Feng Jun quickly immersed himself in appreciating it.
The performance initially presented a scene of prosperity and abundance, but gradually, the music became mixed with a hint of impatience and clamor, and the dancers' movements also became more hurried.
The music suddenly shifted, with the melodious and mournful sound of the guzheng intertwined with deep and tragic drumbeats, as if transporting people back to an era of continuous warfare.
The dancers gracefully performed, sometimes like willow catkins in the wind, light and ethereal; other times like surging waves, stirring and rising.
Their eyes were firm yet melancholic, seemingly narrating the helplessness and sorrow of war.
As the music reached its climax, the dancers' movements became more intense, like soldiers bravely fighting on the Battlefield.
They wielded their arms like long swords, their steps strong and powerful, as if engaging in a fierce battle with enemies.
Every movement was full of strength and beauty, perfectly combining the cruelty of war with the beauty of humanity.
As the music gradually subsided, the dancers' movements also slowly became heavy and slow.
Their eyes revealed endless sorrow and longing, as if mourning for relatives and comrades who died in the war.
This seemed to depict a scene of a dynasty's decline from prosperity, and the downfall of a nation.
The dancers gradually transformed from a scene of flourishing prosperity to one of national ruin and sorrow.
Finally, accompanied by the music, the dancers waved their thin veils, their steps strong and powerful, as if weeping for the nation's fall and shouting for the lost glory.
Their figures shimmered with tear-like light under the lamps, like sorrowful messengers, conveying nostalgia for the past and hope for the future.
The performance basically ended here.
Under the desolate music, the dancers retreated one by one from the light.
After all the dancers had left, the lights in the room left behind a scene of an ancient naval battle, with countless ships sinking and the sea ablaze.
A feeling of desolation and ruin swept over him.
At the very end, as the lights disappeared, Feng Jun saw the characters “Ya Shan” written in ancient Song script in the scene depicted by the lights.
He figured that the performance just now was depicting the Battle of Ya Shan of the Song Dynasty.
“How was it, General Manager Feng? Didn't this Feather Robe Dance give you a unique flavor?
To be honest, the first time I saw it, I couldn't calm down for a long time,” Wang Dechao said after the dance ended.
Feng Jun nodded.
This was the first time in his life he had seen such a dance, and the shock it gave him was indeed immense.
Neither his half-lifetime of work and life in reality nor his life of fighting in the Doomsday had given him such a feeling before.