Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 177: Fate, Huh?

Chapter 177: Chapter 177: Fate, Huh?

Although he was dazzled by the impressive descriptions, Yang Fan still maintained some skepticism before he had seen it for himself.

After all, he sometimes didn’t quite trust Old Zhou’s tastes.

It seemed like he wasn’t particularly discerning.

Under the enthusiastic smile of the tall and leggy beauty, Yang Fan and Old Zhou were led into a private room.

Overall it looked like the layout of a KTV, but the decor was more upscale, lacking the ubiquitous tackiness.

"Brother Zhou, you sit first, I’ll go arrange things for you. Just go wild, huh? Don’t care about the money?" The long-legged beauty bent over, her smile as bright as spring, the deliberately low-cut neckline revealing a restless expanse of snow-white skin.

"No worries, let’s go all out today!" Old Zhou lit a cigarette and waved his hand grandiosely.

"Got it, then I know what to do." The long-legged beauty’s smile curled at the corners of her eyes.

Such a lavish customer obviously made her truly happy.

"Fanzi, see what you want to eat, and get some snacks to go with the drinks," Old Zhou said, pushing the menu in front of Yang Fan.

Yang Fan sat down and asked in surprise, "You can eat here too?"

He really was clueless about such places.

Old Zhou laughed, "This place has everything except a wife for you. The service here... damn, if I wasn’t so broke, I’d live here every day. The thrill of being a groom every day and changing brides every night is just too good."

Yang Fan was speechless, "Old Zhou, that’s enough."

You, a big boss who makes a million a day, complaining about being broke to a genuinely poor person? Have some shame, will you?

Old Zhou chuckled, "I’m broke relatively speaking, I can’t compare with those real rich folks. Right, later on, keep your eyes peeled and pick a good one you like."

"I think the one from just now was quite nice," Yang Fan said.

Old Zhou’s eyes lit up, and he gave Yang Fan a thumbs up, "Good eye, I also find Xiao Guan appealing. But don’t even think about her, she’s the supervisor, the so-called ’mama-san,’ and she doesn’t do that sort of work."

"Despite only being twenty-one this year, she’s inherited... a daughter following her mother’s footsteps. She doesn’t need to put herself through hardships. Her mom used to be the supervisor here, and I knew her, a woman still full of charm who’d dare to provoke even her own father. What a pity, she’s moved to another place now, taking a bunch of girls with her to other joints, leaving her daughter in charge here."

Yang Fan couldn’t help but be surprised, "A twenty-one-year-old supervisor? But, as they say, ’With money, even a metal gate can be pried open.’ Old Zhou, haven’t you tried throwing a stack of cash to pry her legs open?"

"You think I haven’t tried? I’ve tried countless times," Old Zhou shook his head in regret, "but Xiao Guan said she wants to remain unsoiled by the mud, keep her innocence in this place, save up some money and later find a decent household to live out her second half of life in the beautiful mountains."

"Then it must be that you didn’t throw enough money at her!" Yang Fan laughed.

"I gritted my teeth and went all out, up to ten thousand, but she wasn’t moved," Old Zhou said with a sense of pathos, "To be honest, that girl is truly satisfying, with soul-capturing eyes, a pretty face, tall stature, long legs, and a face still slightly chubby with baby fat, really top-notch. Many men want to stuff her pretty little round face until it’s brimming, but she won’t do it, what can you do?"

Yang Fan also felt a hint of regret.

He had taken a liking to that girl the moment he walked in.

But since she intended to stay unpolluted by the world, he could only look on helplessly.

A woman Old Zhou couldn’t sway with a hundred thousand yuan was out of his league.

But in this place filled with passion and sticky hormones, could she truly keep her innocence?

"I’m done choosing, take a look," Yang Fan pushed the menu back to Old Zhou.

He ordered a bunch of barbecue, having not eaten it for a long time and finding himself somewhat nostalgic.

"Okay, then I’ll order a few more dishes to accompany the drinks," Old Zhou squinted, extinguishing his cigarette in the ashtray.

Knock, knock, knock.

The door to the private room was knocked upon, and a crisp voice called from outside, "Brother Zhou, may we come in?"

"Come in,"

Old Zhou, without lifting his head from the menu, coolly beckoned them in.

The door of the private room opened and a group of women draped in bath towels entered, led by the long-legged Xiao Guan.

"Brother Zhou, take a look."

Xiao Guan’s smile was especially radiant.

"Good evening, boss!"

About ten beauties simultaneously bent at an eighty-degree angle, uniformly greeted in unison.

Yang Fan’s heart involuntarily raced.

This was the first time in his life he was experiencing something like this, and he was a bit nervous.

As the girls straightened up again, they all uniformly removed the towels wrapped around them.

Yang Fan stared at that expanse of white, the ebbs and flows, the bodies of various shapes and sizes, and he was instantly dumbstruck.

This... Holy shit!

Is this how they play? So unrestrained?

They’re actually verifying bodies with no clothes on!

It’s clear that this club is really confident.

If there were some women here who only had pretty faces but terrible figures, who would dare to play like this?

Suddenly, Yang Fan noticed a particularly familiar figure among them, and his expression subtly changed.

It really is quite fateful to meet her here again.

Wang Zhaodi!

The very eighteen-year-old schoolgirl he had just met that morning.

No wonder Wang Zhaodi’s undressing was so skilled, so effortless.

For the girls working here, undressing was their job, so it would be strange if they weren’t skilled at it.

And for a woman working in such a place, giving her one thousand yuan for a go seemed about right. She agreed so readily, undressed so swiftly; it wasn’t for no reason.

In an instant, Yang Fan understood everything, and all his indignant confusion found a fitting answer.

Wang Zhaodi had turned selling herself into a normal part of life, so what was there to be shy about?

When Yang Fan noticed her, Wang Zhaodi also saw Yang Fan, an old acquaintance.

After a quick glance, she swiftly lowered her head.

The crimson light concealed her expression and also hid her embarrassment.

"Fanzi, you go first, have a real blast, don’t worry about saving money for your brother. If you’ve got the guts, take three or five girls, it’s up to you," Old Zhou said boldly, as if he really had let himself go today, almost to the point of no limits.

"Old Zhou, then I won’t be polite!" Yang Fan gestured with his hand, first pointing at Wang Zhaodi.

He couldn’t let his one thousand yuan go to waste; he’d have to think of a way to get it back later.

Then he selected two other girls with pretty faces and exceptionally striking figures, both with fair skin.

He liked girls with fair skin.

He also deliberately pointed at Xiao Guan, the supervisor.

"Young man, I really can’t do that. Why don’t you take a look at someone else?" Xiao Guan said apologetically.

"But what if I think you’re the best?" Yang Fan said deliberately.

Xiao Guan spoke with a hint of difficulty, "I can accompany the young man for a few drinks, but nothing else, really."

"Then let’s drink first, we can talk about the rest later," Yang Fan said.