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Chapter 1169 Listening to Mama-san's Story

"Which do you think is her main occupation, pimping or buying houses?"

Standing in front of a beautiful villa, Jack asked the veteran driver Aubrey beside him with some curiosity.

"Is there any difference?" Aubrey smiled rather obscenely, "Anyway, they are all selling things that look beautiful and glamorous, but have actually been in the hands of many people."

That made a lot of sense, Jack gave him a thumbs up.

"Oh, two handsome gentlemen, this place is nice, isn't it? You will definitely love this house. It will definitely become your sweet home in the future."

An old woman who looked like Hillary and dressed in the same style came out to greet them warmly.

"Uh, we are not a same-sex couple. Uh." Jack regretted why he didn't bring Jiejie with him but came here with Aubrey.

"Of course, of course, I know." The old woman with sagging cheek skin and eyebrows almost drawn to her temples warmly invited the two into the villa. After closing the door, the smile on her face disappeared instantly and she looked a little angry.

"But you two should at least pretend. I don't want to be seen with two policemen."

"Uh, sorry, but let's make sure of one thing first. You are the 'lady', right? The intermediary who introduces call girls to those high-class people?"

This person's appearance was so deceptive. She didn't look like the brothel owner who forced women of good families into prostitution as Jack had imagined. She looked more like a professional real estate agent. He thought it would be safer to confirm it first.

"Of course not." The old woman denied flatly, "I am only responsible for arranging the date for both parties. Whether the two adults fall in love at first sight and what happens next has nothing to do with me."

"Well, of course." Aubrey nudged Jack, indicating that he should take action in this situation.

Perhaps because the "scavenger" Ms. Daniels had informed them in advance, after listening to Aubrey's explanation of their purpose, the madam who called herself Ms. Payton asked the two to sit down in the living room, served them tea and snacks, and then slowly spoke.

"Yeah, we all heard about that bitch, she's causing quite a bit of damage to our business."

"So, your business, uh, I mean, your girls' prices, have always been so high?"

It is true that Aubrey used to be a playboy, but when he hooked up with supermodels and starlets, he usually didn't write checks directly. He was usually more subtle and gave them branded bags or luxury jewelry and clothes.

Although his "relationships" usually only last for a month or two, and the expenses range from tens to hundreds of thousands or even millions of dollars, if you only consider the unit price, 2 yuan a night is really a lot of money.

"Of course. Although each girl's worth is different, the girls I trained have always been at the top of the industry. That guy is really a troublemaker. You know, the customer base we serve is extremely limited."

It can be seen that the madam is quite proud of the high-end flesh trade she runs. Aubrey deliberately agreed, "That's conceivable. After all, there are only so many people who can afford this money."

Ms. Payton naturally began to talk non-stop, describing how “starting a business was not easy” back then, and finally said with emotion, “I don’t understand why she did this, it’s simply hurting others and herself.

A call girl's client list is her most important asset. It is not only her source of income, but also her most generous "retirement fund" when she retires from this industry. Who would deliberately cross out names from their list? "

Jack was a little confused and didn't understand what she meant. "I'm sorry, Ms. Peyton, I don't quite understand. Do you mean that the customer list is in the hands of the girls themselves?"

"Of course. I am only responsible for training them, teaching them how to please customers, how to increase their value and how to avoid risks. After that, they will only come to me when they are in trouble."

It sounds like this madam only takes in newcomers and provides protection for the call girls, and the rest is up to them on their own. Jack roughly understands the rules of operation.

"And what do you mean by 'pension'? Do you allow the girls to blackmail the clients on the list when they retire?"

"Oh my God, why would you think that?" The madam's voice suddenly became high-pitched, sharp and harsh. "Of course, sell this list to the new girls. This is a very important asset."

"Well, okay, my bad." Jack was a little embarrassed. He really had no understanding of this industry at all, only prejudice.

"So can you tell me what services your girls usually provide?"

Aubrey met Ms. Payton's puzzled look and began to organize his words. "We currently assume that the murderer specifically murders those guests who force her to perform certain sexual acts that she is unwilling to do."

The madam chuckled, as if mocking him. "For example?"

"Uh, like abuse or being abused?" Aubrey said awkwardly.

"Haha, young man." Now it can be confirmed that the other party is indeed mocking the two FBI agents, "What do you think of my girls?

Those whores hustling in the motels along the freeways aren’t getting paid $2 a night.”

She poured herself a cup of black tea to moisten her throat before she spoke again slowly, "I bet, dear, that your investigation is going in the wrong direction.

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Let's start with your question just now. Why do you think a man would be willing to pay five figures for just one night of pleasure?"

"Well, of course it's not just for sex. Isn't it simply because it includes hush money?" Anyway, their ignorance in this area has been completely exposed, so Jack simply lays bare the truth and asks for clarification.

"Of course, skills in bed are necessary, but that's just the simplest part." Ms. Payton said in a serious tone, as if she was imparting some profound meaning.

"But compared to simple physical satisfaction, men care more about spiritual release."

Before the meeting, the two young FBI opened their mouths slightly, showing an appearance of great thirst for "knowledge". Mrs. Payton, whose self-esteem was greatly satisfied, smiled smugly.

"A good call girl is also a therapist who can understand the worst part of the client's emotions and touch the softest part of their hearts.

Worry, anxiety, uneasiness and even fear, all sources of stress, all the bad feelings that cannot be brought home and told to your wife and family.

This is the ultimate goal that I train those girls to achieve, to learn to talk to these men, to learn to guide and listen, to learn to use expressions and small movements, so that the guests regard her as the most trustworthy pressure relief valve. "

"It sounds similar to what you psychiatrists do?" Aubrey winked at Jack mischievously.

"I'm only a half-psychologist. I only analyze, not treat." Jack motioned for the guy not to interrupt, turned his head and nodded to Ms. Peyton, "Please continue."

"I don't know the woman's motive for killing, but I bet that if she killed people just because she couldn't accept certain postures as you said, she wouldn't be worth $20,000 a night."

The madam spoke with great confidence.