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Chapter 597 - 502 Call her over to accompany my boss (asking for monthly tickets!)
Chapter 597: 502 Call her over to accompany my boss (asking for monthly tickets!)
Second and third floors.
One after another, the wooden windows were pushed open.
Under the gaze from all directions, a graceful woman dressed in a vintage cheongsam, holding a pipa, walked to the front of the huge screen and sat down, her demeanor serene, her posture tranquil.
Awakening of Insects box.
Jiang Chen also walked to the window.
"You see? I wasn’t wrong," Luo Peng sighed.
Looking down at the courtyard, Jiang Chen nodded.
A standard oval face without the stiffness and peculiarity of post-production, very natural, purely natural eyebrows shaped like willow leaves and eyes like almonds. Under the outline of the cheongsam, her figure also seems especially delicate and exquisite.
What was most ingenious was that this woman, who was about to auction herself, looked as if she wasn’t wearing any makeup, with a clear and beautiful face almost untouched by lead dust. There she sat, neat and clean, in the East Sea’s most high-end brothel, patently out of place yet utterly captivating,
"Is she from the south?"
The two of them looked down at the courtyard.
"I started to think the same, but I asked her last time and she is indeed a genuine northern girl."
Jiang Chen turned his head and glanced at Luo Peng, now vaguely able to understand the latter’s feelings.
Although so far they were merely acquainted and had no other contact, this Miss Nan Xu was indeed different from ordinary women of easy virtue.
There was no orchestra downstairs, nor any staff to set the atmosphere, but this girl alone held the scene, never letting it feel hollow or monotonous.
Perhaps even celebrities couldn’t manage this feat.
She didn’t introduce herself, nor did she need to, simply sitting quietly in front of the screen, lifting the pipa, facing the empty first floor, her spring onion-like fingers gently plucking the strings.
"The Song of the Rainbow Feathered Dress."
Third floor.
In front of the railing.
A slightly plump man squinted, seemingly intoxicated, then with a tinge of regret said, "If she could stay here, just one year, no, half a year would be enough for me to make her a nationally famous Oiran."
The woman next to him didn’t speak.
"Sister Lan, actually, I think we don’t need to have this auction. She needs five million, we give her five million, that’s it. As long as she stays, not to mention five million, using her to earn us fifty million wouldn’t be difficult at all," he turned and said, his voice low and respectful, which, combined with his somewhat chubby round face, made him seem all the more fawning.
But if one underestimates this man because of this, they would be gravely mistaken.
As the general manager of the Tranquil Gardens, dealing daily with bosses from all over the world, who knows how formidable a network he has accumulated over time.
"Do you want to turn Tranquil Gardens into a charity hall? Just giving away money when there’s a shortage, if this precedent is set, what rules will there be left?"
The woman said indifferently.
"What Sister Lan said is right."
Tranquil Gardens’ general manager, with the rather tacky name Guo Dajin, chuckled along, yet inside he was a bit skeptical.
To hold this auction.
Isn’t this also breaking the rules?
Of course.
He dared only to murmur such thoughts internally, never to voice them out loud, even though he was a formidable figure capable of overseeing the Tranquil Gardens.
A brothel of this size, with daily earnings beyond calculation, one can imagine how many people envy it.
Yet the Tranquil Gardens has remained unscathed and thriving, evidence of Guo Dajin’s capability as a general manager.
Because of his appearance, always with a squinted smiling face, he gradually earned the nickname "Maitreya Buddha," or Guo Maitreya for short.
But don’t let this nickname fool you into thinking he’s harmless.
This Maitreya Buddha takes life.
There’s no need to go far back in time, just take an incident that happened half a month ago as an example.
A young master from the northwest, whose family ran a mining area, got drunk and caused a ruckus in the Tranquil Gardens, his hands and feet acting unruly. Probably used to being overbearing in his own territory, he ended up attempting to force himself on a girl on the floor due to a lack of a bed in the private room.
Had this happened in any other place, at most there would have been a slap on the wrist or the incident would have been suppressed quietly, but as a result, that young master had his right leg broken and was personally sent back to his home in the northwest by the Tranquil Gardens.
It was an order from Guo Maitreya himself.
With his son’s leg broken and returned in this way, one would have expected enraged retaliation, but that prominent family in the northwest remained strangely quiet, as if nothing had happened.
Such incidents have occurred more than once since the opening of Tranquil Gardens.
It is these repetitive incidents that have gradually built the reputation of the Tranquil Gardens, where the hostesses provide entertainment without selling their bodies, becoming a rule mutually upheld and respected by all patrons.
Initially, Guo Dajin had his reservations about this "business philosophy."
He was a coarse man with little education, only up to the compulsory level, and even felt this was akin to "being a whore but setting up a monument of chastity."
But as it turns out, he was short-sighted.
Where is there no meat market for simple flesh trade? They hold no competitive edge and are vulgar.
And look at Tranquil Gardens now.
The hostesses are each worth almost as much as celebrities, not to mention the clientele, all high-end, either rich or noble.
"Sister Lan, how much do you think she’ll fetch tonight?"
Guo Dajin looked down at Nan Xu below, his small eyes filled with curiosity, "If the bid is too low, I’m afraid it would tarnish our brand."
"Aren’t all these people trained by you? Don’t you have confidence in yourself?"
Guo Dajin chuckled sheepishly, "It’s my first time after all. But I think she definitely has thirty million in her, we give her five million, and we could still earn twenty-five million."
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