Penghu xiansheng or xiaojie?

Penghu was beautiful. I've never been there, but the version of it in my dream was great, minus one thing. The streets had been replaced with Venice-style canals without the filth. Major thoroughfares were wide and clear. Broad, flat-bottomed Chinese junks floated on a small layer of water. Much like an air hockey table but with water. Smaller streets and lanes consisted of Six Flags-like flume rides. Cruising around Penghu, my flume took me to a bar - PJ's Penghu. PJ finally achieved his dream of expanding his empire. Efficient service, clean guest rooms, an activities director and even a travel agency. And then there was the staff. Twelve ambitious,polite and knowledgeable people all waiting on us, but especially their leader, PJ, like Siegfrieds to their Roy. And, they were all male.