Dragon's Origin

## Chapter 458: Influence (Part 1)

“Pfft!” “How much?” Two sounds in quick succession. The first was the Emperor spitting out a mouthful of tea, and the second was his astonished question.

The Empress returned to the palace in a daze. Upon seeing the Emperor, she expressionlessly recounted what she had witnessed at Dream Pavilion today. Initially, the Emperor listened with great interest, even entertaining some lewd fantasies, anticipating the alluring scene of the Empress appearing before him in those sexy undergarments.

However, when the Empress finally revealed the turnover and roughly analyzed the profits she could receive based on her knowledge, the Emperor immediately spat out his tea, completely disregarding his imperial dignity.

A daily profit of fifty million gold coins? How could such a thing sound so fantastical? But the Emperor knew this was no joke. The Empress had been with Mei'er the entire time, seeing and hearing everything firsthand.

With so many gold coins, how many experts could the royal family cultivate? Yet, this immense wealth was merely the daily expenditure of a group of spendthrift women. Heavens!

“Pfft!” “How much?” The same scene unfolded in many noble and wealthy households. The similarity was the spitting, but the difference was that they weren't asking how much Wang Sheng had earned, but how many gold coins their own spendthrift wives had squandered in a day.

“I could hire a top-tier assassin from Worry-Free City to kill an expert for that price.” Countless men pointed at their spendthrift wives, nearly bursting into curses: “You spent that much in a single day?”

Then, some older men realized that their beloved wives and concubines looked somewhat different today. Upon closer inspection, they noticed changes in their attire. Not only were the clothes more refined and beautiful, but they also accentuated their curves. Especially their gait, with their slender waists and rounded hips swaying enticingly!

“Master!” A delicate voice, a fresh tone never heard before. After these men were led into the bedroom by their charming wives and concubines, enjoying an unprecedented visual feast and a novel experience, they no longer uttered a word about the gold coins spent earlier.

Of course, many more were coaxed into agreeing to let their wives join Dream Pavilion's exclusive clientele after being pleaded with in sweet, coquettish tones. It was a matter of face. If even another man's concubine was a Dream Pavilion patron, how could their own wife not be qualified? They couldn't afford to lose face!

That evening, all the women in the Wang residence, from Sister Qiangwei to Tantai Yao and below, wore expressions of utter dismay. They were all shocked, so much so that they didn't know what to say. After the initial shock, the entire Wang residence erupted in wails.

Except for Tantai Yao and Sister Qiangwei, these women were all pitiful. Even Tantai Yao and Sister Qiangwei were only slightly better off. The others had been sold and reduced to slavery, while the two of them were just living under someone else's roof. Fortunately, Qiangwei could now legitimately live in the Duke's mansion, but Tantai Yao might not have that opportunity.

Regardless, throughout their lives of cultivation or enduring hardship, they had never imagined that one day they would have a truly independent business. Even if they had, it was just wishful thinking, because their origins, appearances, and figures destined them to be playthings for powerful figures, never truly owning anything.

However, after Dream Pavilion opened, things they had never dared to dream of suddenly became reality. They not only owned their own business, but also a massive enterprise that no one else in the world would even dare to imagine.

In reality, the women owned the majority share of Dream Pavilion. Mei'er held thirty percent, the Empress held thirty percent, and the remaining forty percent belonged to them.

Despite having sixty percent distributed, the women were quite satisfied. Mei'er's thirty percent clearly belonged to Wang Sheng, to the Duke. They even felt that Wang Sheng had taken too little. The Empress's thirty percent was a protection fee for the Emperor, which they understood. After all, they were doing business on his territory, and the Emperor had issued an edict prohibiting men from entering and allocated land, which came at a cost.

But even the remaining forty percent was enough to make each of them among the wealthiest five percent in the world. If combined, they could even break into the top one percent or even one-thousandth.

All of this was because of Wang Sheng, the man they wholeheartedly acknowledged and were willing to follow.

Wang Sheng satisfied all their desires: freedom, not too much hard work, earning money through their beauty and sensuality, and no one daring to take advantage of them. With such a man, what regrets could they have in this life?

The women's cries were purely tears of joy, a release after enduring hardship and finally being able to completely relax and temporarily relieve the pressure. Everything was perfect, the only regret being that Wang Sheng was not by their side.

That night, the inner circles of the capital's powerful families went crazy. Those who had visited Dream Pavilion excitedly shared their experiences with sisters and close friends who had been unable to go, immediately triggering another wave of frenzy.

The next morning, as soon as Runzi Workshop opened, at least several thousand people poured in, one group to apply for Runzi Workshop gold cards, and the other to see firsthand how crazy Dream Pavilion really was.

The process remained the same as the day before: watching the fashion show at the Colorful and Radiant Pavilion, then freely shopping at Charm City or enjoying services at the Qiangwei Pavilion. In short, those who entered in the morning basically didn't come out until almost closing time in the afternoon.

Quite a few of the customers who had gone the first day went again. How could one day satisfy their desires for shopping and fitness? Moreover, many had already signed up for the Qiangwei fitness and etiquette package. Many first-time female customers saw many wealthy women wearing youthful and energetic sportswear and exercising with their personal trainers when they entered the Qiangwei Pavilion, many of whom were acquaintances, making them extremely envious.

After Dream Pavilion had been open for three days, its reputation had basically spread throughout the world. Of course, it only spread within the highest circles. Everyone had a tacit understanding that only those with sufficient status, power, and wealth were qualified to enjoy this level of service.

Qianshengyuan claimed to have "learned scholars engaging in conversation and no commoners passing by." Dream Pavilion was the same, with noblewomen chatting and endless wealth flowing. Only the most elite noblewomen and socialites were qualified to enter Dream Pavilion. What? You're not qualified to enter Dream Pavilion? Sorry, I have something to attend to, goodbye!

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In the distant Song Kingdom palace, Song Yan looked at the intelligence from the capital with a smile that was not quite a smile: "Charm series clothing, Qiangwei fitness and etiquette, Colorful and Radiant Pavilion? Do you still have me in your heart?"