Rebel Demon King

Chapter 325 Little Swan (4)

(Thanks to the lord of "Yanfa" for the reward, Jiageng owes ten, and today is three more, thank you "Pig Who Loves Rabbits" for the reward)

Tang Wenjun and Cheng Haoyang have never seen such a magnificent scene. Fifteen or six beauties with good faces and slim figures filed in. This kind of visual and sensory stimulation is very strong, especially for young people who are not deeply involved in the world. to say.

At this moment, the two of them are like Tang monks who have entered the Pansi Cave, they dare not raise their heads, they nestle in the soft beige sofa with a stiff posture, focusing their eyes on the crystal glass placed on the black marble coffee table, like two A shivering little quail.

A kind of beauties stood in a row in the spacious private room, bowed and shouted: "Hi, boss!"

After shouting, several female models couldn't help laughing when they saw that the boxes were full of youngsters. Although the little swans often have rich second-generations to play, high school students are quite rare.

Sister Huang, who was standing at the entrance of the box, quickly said, "Will you be able to speak? Say hello to your son! I'm wishing you all the best!"

So a group of charming and colorful women put their hands on their waists and squatted for a while, and shouted in a delicate voice: "Hello, four gentlemen." I don't know who whispered in the crowd: "The four great talents of Xingcheng?"

Another burst of Yingying Yanyan's laughter floated in the box.

Tang Wenjun and Cheng Haoyang were already blushing, as shy as a little girl. As for Cheng Mo, although it was the first time, he was calm as if he had been on the battlefield for a long time. In fact, he didn't really understand why Tang Wenjun and Cheng Haoyang were shy. How many pink skulls?He inspected the faces of a group of models without changing his expression, and found it really boring. They were just a group of money-digging women with good figures, good at makeup, good at dressing up, and had plastic surgery.
It's not that he looks down on these women. What is there to look down on when others make money with their skills?

In Cheng Mo's view, "laughing at the poor but not laughing at prostitutes" is essentially the same as "everything is inferior but only studies are high", but the former reveals the helplessness of the bottom-level people, while the latter describes the yearning of the bottom-level people.

What is the difference between a lady who sells her beauty, a worker who sells her labor, and a scholar who sells her knowledge?
Most people can only see a small number of women selling their souls and bodies for leisure, but they can't see the sadness and helplessness of more low-level women. It's like most of the women who stumbled are from XX. Does anyone know the reason?Does anyone care why?

Yes, but those intellectuals who sold their souls would not say it.

The so-called conscience is just a ridiculous piece of paper in front of power and money.

Cheng Mo thought of Nicholas again. Under the torrent of the times, ordinary people are just ants. They unite into a big ball, facing the turbulent torrent, trying to reach the other shore. The ants in the outer layer are destined to be victims, and the so-called destiny is nothing more than a handful of ants in the center.

Cheng Mo is naturally not the kind of sympathetic person, not to mention that most of the women in high-end clubs like Little Swan are just pleasure-seeking and brainless women. They are not worthy of sympathy, and there is nothing to blame. People who are driven by material desires must be worthy of praise.

Cheng Mo has no liking or dislike for such a woman, plus he is not close to women, and after seeing Xie Minyun for a long time, his immunity to this kind of vulgar powder is really amazing, so after a glance Upright, sitting in the middle of the sofa without looking sideways.

Sister Huang came over and asked, "Young Master Sun, Young Master Cheng, do you like anything?"

Sun Dayong touched Cheng Mo and asked, "How about Cheng Mo? Do you feel good?"

"Don't care about me, you play your game." Cheng Mo said flatly.

Sun Dayong tilted his head and whispered in Cheng Mo's ear: "Don't! Now that you're here, there are more! Cheng Mo, don't misunderstand, Little Swan is actually not a KTV, but a private club, not a place to do that kind of thing. Many of the girls here are college students and white-collar workers who come here purely for making friends. Little Swan is just a platform to provide some good-quality girls with the opportunity to meet rich people and make some money by the way. Most of them only accompany drinks and want to Do something, it depends on whether you can make a plan!"

After a pause, Sun Dayong said again: "Of course, if you are interested, I can help you find a way. My uncle still has some face in Little Swan."

Cheng Mo will not believe these nonsense, the so-called only drinking but not selling himself is just a marketing strategy, most of the girls who come to this kind of place to be models will not escape the fate of the fall, and the decline of morality is often not achieved overnight The thing is, people are very submissive animals in society. As long as they stay in this environment for a little longer, they will be easily brainwashed. I don't know how that idiot Shen Mengjie would do such a stupid thing.

Cheng Mo knew that it would not be suitable for him not to choose one, others sincerely invited him to play, and it was fine if he didn't come, but it would be fun if he came, so he said, "Whatever you want!"

Sun Dayong also couldn't figure out whether Cheng Mo was embarrassed or just didn't want to be interested. He scanned the faces of a row of women, gritted his teeth and said, "Sister Huang, call your number one Bei Bei to come and accompany you." My brother is on the weekend again today, and I’m here so early again, don’t tell me that Beibei is not here!”

When Sister Huang heard Beibei's name, her complexion changed, and she said with a wry smile: "My young grandson! It's not like you don't know Beibei's virtues? She has a bad temper and picks on customers. I'm afraid."

Sun Dayong interrupted Sister Huang, "I don't care about it. My uncle said that it doesn't matter how much you spend today, just sign his bill. You can call Beibei here now. It's hard to say whether my brother will like her or not." !"

When Sister Huang heard that it doesn't matter how much she spends, a bitter face immediately burst into a smile, "Then I'll call Beibei for you, but I can't guarantee whether she will accompany Cheng Shao later! You also know that she is not I brought it, so don’t lose your temper at me.”

Sun Dayong waved his hand, "Got it! Got it!"

Sister Huang pulled out the walkie-talkie from her waist and called Beibei, the top card, and said to Sun Dayong: "Then you."

Sun Dayong smiled, "I called Xiaowan, you and my two younger brothers can make arrangements."

Sister Huang said "That's okay" and then twisted her waist and walked to the side of the two innocent boys. Cheng Haoyang buried his head and did not dare to move, and Tang Wenjun kept peeking.

Sister Huang, a woman who has spent many years in the romantic arena, naturally knows how to deal with youngsters like Tang Wenjun and Cheng Haoyang. With her plump buttocks stuffed between the two of them, she put her arms around one and said softly, "Tell my sister, you like it." That? Don't be shy, these young ladies are also taking lessons with you, teaching you how to communicate with girls."

Sister Huang didn't care about the embarrassment of the two boys in her arms, she patted Cheng Haoyang on the shoulder and pointed to one of the pretty girls, "What do you think of this?"

Cheng Haoyang shook his head without looking at it.

Sister Huang said to Tang Wenjun, "I'm sorry, bro, you choose one first. These girls are very gentle and beautiful. They will teach you how to play games, drink with you, and tell you little secrets between adults."

Suddenly, there was another chuckle in the private room.

Sun Dayong turned his head and said to Tang Wenjun: "Wenjun, I think this one is good! It looks like Tong Liya, don't you like this kind of delicate?"

Tang Wenjun looked up in the direction of Sun Dayong's eyes, and said in a low voice, "It's quite beautiful!"

Sister Huang waved her hand, "Come here, Xiaoya! You accompany this little brother."

"I'm not a little brother. I'm already eighteen." Tang Wenjun saw the beautiful young lady approaching gracefully, and immediately acted like he was on a stimulant, summoning up the courage to open his eyes and talk nonsense.

Sister Huang raised her hand and pinched Tang Wenjun's cheek and said with a smile: "Yes! Yes! You are not a little brother! You are a big brother! Your biggest." Waiting for the model named Xiaoya to sit beside Tang Wenjun, Huang The elder sister turned her head to Cheng Haoyang and said, "How is it? Are you ready? You see that your buddies have all chosen, what are you afraid of?"

Seeing that Cheng Haoyang was still bowing his head, Sister Huang cupped Cheng Haoyang's face with both hands, "Manly man, raise your head and be brave. Ladies and sisters are not afraid, but you are."

Just at this time, a woman in a white short skirt with hips and golden high heels walked in, with big chestnut waves. Cheng Haoyang and Tang Wenjun were dumbfounded.

(End of this chapter)