“So expensive!”
Lin Qifan was dumbfounded; the price list in front of him truly startled him.
299 yuan, 699 yuan, 1299 yuan, 3299 yuan, 5399 yuan (24-hour girlfriend rental).
No, why were they more expensive than him fighting a regular underground boxing match?
The last item, the 5399 yuan supreme luxury package, clearly gave Lin Qifan a huge shock, almost making him jump.
Most of his money had been given to Xue'er, leaving him with only 500 yuan for food.
A full service would cost at least 1299 yuan, which he simply didn't have enough money for!
The madam chuckled, “Handsome young man, a few technicians are off today. You can choose anyone whose picture isn't greyed out.”
Those in this line of work prioritize service. No matter how shabbily dressed or ugly a customer might be, they would always offer a gentle smile and call them “handsome young man.”
After all, the more niche an industry, the more it values customer loyalty.
Love begins with the clock, and when the clock stops, the feeling lingers.
Even if a customer only ordered the cheapest service, they had ways to make them extend their time.
“Do you have anything for five hundred yuan?”
The madam nodded, smiling, “Yes, handsome young man, we do.”
Then she pointed to her own old face, which even thick foundation couldn't hide, and said,
“You can send me a private red packet on WeChat…”
Pfft—
Lin Qifan almost spat a mouthful of phlegm onto the madam’s face.
Are you out of your mind?
Nearly sixty and still doing this work, truly a model of senior citizen re-employment.
Seeing Lin Qifan’s surprised look, the madam chuckled, her old face, like a chrysanthemum, showed a charming expression, and she said coyly,
“Handsome young man, this old hag can relieve your heat.”
“I… I’ll look around more.”
He feigned composure on the surface, but inwardly, he had already sought help from his Master:
“Master Meiyun, what should I do?”
Fang Meiyun was speechless.
Damn it, how did you manage to be a dignified Immortal cultivator in the Dharma-Ending Age, yet not have a single cent in your pocket?
“Don't you modern people have something called ‘loans’? Just take the money!”
Lin Qifan scratched his head, “That has to be paid back, right?”
Fang Meiyun: …
“Go get one!”
“Ding, Divine Land Loan has been issued: 150,000 yuan.”
Money is a man’s dignity. With money, Lin Qifan’s confidence immediately stiffened, and he boldly scanned the technicians available today.
His eyes landed on a fair-skinned, beautiful woman.
“Decided, it’s this one named Wang Gang.”
…
Late at night, in a Maybach.
Jiang Yu stepped on the gas, drove into the alley, and got out of the car.
Golden Foot Impression.
“My disciple is in here? What a peculiar place, the mixed yin energy is similar to a brothel…”, Yang Yan'er murmured softly:
“This place is not somewhere a righteous person should come. After I find my disciple, I must explain the situation to him properly.”
“Fellow Daoist, don’t speak once we’re inside. Just watch.”
Jiang Yu touched his face, changing into a different appearance.
He pushed open the glass door and walked in, sat on a sofa, and opened his phone.
Yang Yan'er floated beside Jiang Yu, thinking, this junior truly has no manners.
Speaking to a Nascent Soul Stage Grand Cultivator with such disrespect, calling herself a Fellow Daoist when she is clearly a junior, it’s simply against proper order.
“It’s only because I am kind-hearted; otherwise, if it were any other Immortal cultivator, they would have suppressed him with a single slap long ago.”
Yang Yan'er, a feudalist warrior, surveyed her surroundings.
At the counter sat an elderly woman with heavy makeup. Yang Yan'er, with her sensitive nose, could faintly smell a hint of the ocean.
“Oi, old sister, a friend introduced me~ Yes, um… Technician No. 88 Jingjing, right… Also, push Wang Gang’s WeChat, No. 51, to me.”, After finishing things on his phone, Jiang Yu tossed down a black card.
After a quick glance, Yang Yan'er deduced.
This place outwardly operated as a foot massage parlor, but secretly conducted brothel business, a vulgar and worldly place.
Righteous individuals emphasized self-cultivation and greatly detested pleasure houses.
In her view, a woman’s delicate body should only be seen by her lover; how could it be so easily touched by a stranger for a mere sum of money?
Yang Yan'er most despised women who sold their bodies and souls for money, and men who only valued women’s bodies.
“Junior Jiang Yu, I advise you, pleasure houses harm both others and oneself.
If you indulge in them, what about your Dao Heart? What about your path to immortality? Vulgar things will break your will as an Immortal cultivator…”
Jiang Yu was almost speechless.
How suppressed must this several-hundred-year-old immortal fairy be living in that ring? She had been chattering incessantly since just now, like Tang Sanzang reciting the Incantation of the Golden Hoop.
“Shut up!”
“You!”
Yang Yan'er was very angry. As a righteous powerhouse, she was painstakingly educating a junior, yet the other party showed no respect.
Even a 'righteous' cultivator couldn't help but feel murderous. Should a good person be pointed at with a gun?
“Just teach him a lesson, lest this junior thinks I’m easy to bully!”
Yang Yan'er slowly raised her hand, intending to show Jiang Yu a bit of color.
“You haven’t paid back the money today, have you?”
Noticing Yang Yan'er’s unusual movement, Jiang Yu said indifferently, “Five Senses Stimulation · Love!”
Boom—
The originally indifferent and aloof immortal fairy suddenly tensed up like a rubber band, her fair neck arched high, and she let out a cry of “Ah!”
Beneath her skirt, her two small lotus feet intertwined and squirmed, and her tender white hands tightly clutched her stomach.
Like a round-headed octogenarian being shocked by a taser, the aloof immortal fairy became obedient.
“You… you scoundrel, what have you done!”
Jiang Yu chuckled sinisterly, “Fellow Daoist, I told you to study, but you insisted on cultivating immortality. It was clearly written in the contract.”
“Now, you either pay 70 spirit stones to avoid today’s punishment, or you pay 7700 spirit stones at once to terminate the contract…”
“Ying… You, demon… demon! How dare you use such despicable methods. What kind of magical artifact is that? It can attack my soul without any spiritual energy fluctuations…”
Jiang Yu stroked Yang Yan'er in her soul state, as if petting a dog’s head, and then removed the “Five Senses Stimulation · Love.”
Yang Yan'er, her face flushed from the shock, went limp and floated in the air as if dead.
“You… demon, you will get your retribution.”
“Fellow Daoist, my faith in Mr. Ma is very firm. Aren’t you afraid of another iron fist if you talk about feudal superstition with me?”
Jiang Yu smiled and flicked his finger, retracting Yang Yan'er, who had displayed a defeat CG, back into the ring.
Knock knock knock
“Come in~”
A petite, heavily made-up girl walked in, dressed in a Nahida cosplay outfit, striking a cute pose.
“Sir, I am the 5399 yuan girlfriend you rented. You can call me Jingjing.
You can also call me by my Little Blue Bird name ‘Soft Bunny Moe’, for 24 hours, I’m your exclusive girlfriend, meow~”
Alas, she was still far inferior to darling Youqing, Jiang Yu was greatly disappointed.
“Come here~”
“Coming, meow~ Do you have any instructions, meow~”
Jiang Yu curled a mischievous smile and leaned in, saying, “Now, I’m going to do something very naughty to you.”
So handsome!
Jingjing’s heart raced. For years, she had only dealt with beer bellies.
Now, suddenly, a handsome man comparable to a Red-Skinned Duck King appeared; it would be false not to be moved.
The handsome man in front of her was absolutely the most, most, most high-quality client she had ever encountered!
“Wh-… what naughty thing, meow~ Naughty big brother, I don’t understand, meow~”
“Tilt your head back.”
“Hehe, okay, big brother, please enjoy~~~”
Before she could finish, a hand chop landed on Jingjing’s neck, knocking her unconscious.
“That’s the naughty thing.”
He calmly pulled out a handkerchief, wiped his palm.
Then he tilted his ear, listening to the sounds from next door.