noveldepot Chapter 442 - 93: Double Champions! Unprecedented! The One and Only Wang Shuo! An Unexpected Reward! Dortmund’s Tightest Brotherhood
Chapter 442 - 93: Double Champions! Unprecedented! The One and Only Wang Shuo! An Unexpected Reward! Dortmund’s Tightest Brotherhood
Leaving through the north exit of the Golden Curly Dog, they walked north along a small road for about 500 meters until they reached a crossroads.
Wang Shuo noticed the street sign at the intersection read: Rope Street.
’A red-light district?’ Wang Shuo was a bit surprised.
Foyelner clapped his hands together forcefully. "That’s right! This is Germany’s famous red-light district, Rope Street!"
Wang Shuo was dumbfounded!
He’d wondered countless times what a red-light district would be like.
’Shady and dark, with a bunch of scantily clad women standing on the roadside soliciting business?’
’Or maybe rows of identical, specialized shops?’
Turns out, it was neither!
It was actually a main thoroughfare bustling with traffic!
’These Germans are too wild, aren’t they?’
It was already past midnight, but the entire street was still brightly lit, and the traffic remained heavy.
The sides of the road were lined with a dazzling array of signs.
The most common were sex shops.
There were also some strip clubs, adults-only clubs, and cinemas that only showed... "action" films.
The most unique sight was a chain megastore, similar to a shopping mall, that occupied an entire building. It sold all sorts of books, magazines, DVDs, accessories, realistic sex dolls, and products for men, women, and gay people...
It was Wang Shuo’s first time visiting such a place. He found everything novel and fascinating, leaving him completely flabbergasted.
’What an eye-opener!’
Not only were there banks, hotels, inns, restaurants like McDonald’s and KFC, but also subway and bus stations.
The most outrageous part was that there was even a police station.
’Oh my god!’
It completely subverted everything Wang Shuo thought he knew about red-light districts.
"Wang, don’t gawk around like that. It makes you look clueless, you know?" Foyelner said, patting Wang Shuo’s shoulder.
"Take a look at Mario and Marco."
Hearing this, Wang Shuo looked over at Götze and Reus.
Sure enough, those two seemed quite familiar with the place.
"You guys have been here before?" Wang Shuo asked Götze.
"Not the one in Hamburg, but I’ve been to the red-light districts in Berlin and Frankfurt a few times."
Reus nodded along, clearly having visited as well, and more than a few times at that.
"The red-light districts in Germany are all pretty much the same."
Wang Shuo just said, "Oh," feeling that he really was quite sheltered.
"Wait a minute, so the so-called red-light district is just these shops?" Wang Shuo was quite curious.
’It’s a bit R-rated, but it doesn’t seem like that big of a deal.’
’It’s actually not that interesting to just walk around.’
Foyelner gave him a knowing, suggestive smile.
"Wang, this is just the outside. If you want to explore the true essence of the red-light district, you have to go deep into the side streets, even into the buildings and alleyways, understand?"
With Foyelner’s suggestive tone and look, how could Wang Shuo not understand?
As the group left the main road and turned into a side street, they immediately noticed the difference.
If the shops on the main thoroughfare were relatively tame, the signs and posters on the side streets were designed to entice.
Many shops even had burly men guarding the doors, strictly forbidding entry to anyone under 18 and to women.
’This is the real red-light district!’
When they got a little closer to one shop, they could hear sultry, hazy music drifting out. Through the thin curtains in the display window, they could vaguely see figures striking provocative poses inside, some even completely exposed.
’This is way too explicit!’
"Hey, men of Dortmund! Wanna come in and take a look? We won’t charge you, it’s a free tour!"
Seeing Wang Shuo and the others stop to watch, the burly man at the door even opened it for them, smiling as he tried to invite them in.
The moment Wang Shuo remembered the reporters following them, he shook his head vigorously. How could he dare to linger?
They wandered from the west end of Rope Street to the east, even exploring a few of the side streets.
It had to be said, it was a real eye-opener!
"So? How was it?" Foyelner asked with a smile.
Wang Shuo nodded. "What are the rates here?"
He was purely curious.
"For a woman from Eastern Europe, it’s usually 50 euros per person for 20 minutes. You can ask for as many as you like."
’Fifty per person?’
Wang Shuo thought to himself, ’With my current annual salary, couldn’t I easily call over a few to have fun with?’
’Ugh, spit. How pathetic!’
Wang Shuo silently cursed himself.
If he went to a nightclub in Dusseldorf with Götze, he could easily take a few young models home for the night.
’Why would I need to look for these common streetwalkers?’
’So this is the good life under capitalism!’
’As long as you have money, you don’t lack for anything when it comes to food, drink, and entertainment!’
...
Men all over the world are truly strange creatures!
Back in China, Wang Shuo had heard of a term: the "four-iron brothers."
Fought together, studied together, whored together, and split the loot together.
Wang Shuo, Reus, Götze, and the others had fought shoulder-to-shoulder, defeating many powerful enemies. That could be considered "fighting together and studying together."
Having just won the championship, they would each receive a hefty bonus. That could be considered "splitting the loot."
And now, after the group had wandered through the red-light district for over an hour, they were all somewhat reluctant to leave.
This, too, could be considered "whoring together."
By the time the group returned to the Golden Curly Dog nightclub, they had already become Dortmund’s tightest band of brothers, their bond having grown even stronger!
As soon as they got back to the club, they were spotted by Klopp.
Even though they hadn’t done anything, and with reporters following them it would have been impossible to hide anyway, when Klopp asked where they had been, they all gave the exact same story.