Sure enough, it’s beautiful. This is exactly the kind of style he likes—this classic, ancient vibe.
So at that moment, Young Master Jun was determined; he had to sleep with this woman. As far as he was concerned, any woman he set his sights on was unlikely to escape.
"Manager Chen, make arrangements and have this little fairy go to the Sky Room to serve me!"
Young Master Jun said arrogantly, snapping his fingers as he spoke. A lackey immediately handed him a cigar.
"Why are you giving me a cigar? Are you stupid or what? How many times do I have to tell you, when I snap my fingers, it’s for money!"
With each sentence, Young Master Jun slapped the lackey, pushing him back repeatedly, his nose bleeding. The lackey felt aggrieved, thinking, Master, you clearly said one snap is for cigars, and two snaps are for money. Of course, he didn’t dare to say this out loud, as the master would lose face, and that would be dangerous.
Honestly, being a lackey for someone was truly like accompanying a tiger; his moods were so unpredictable, and those below him suffered greatly.
"Young Master Jun, here’s the money!"
The lackey obediently handed money to Young Master Jun, who stopped hitting him and spoke fiercely.
"Damn it, remember this: one snap is for money, two snaps are for cigars. You bunch of pigs, hey, I’m such a smart master hanging out with you two lackeys, not to help me or protect me, because this Young Master knows the Shaolin 72 Ultimate Skills. I just keep a low profile, don’t say much. I’m teaching you what elegance is!"
Young Master Jun bragged, making people want to slap him, especially the two lackeys thinking, damn, you little bastard, if I didn’t have two yuan, you’d be nothing. Someone as stupid as you would get beaten up outside, believe me.
Young Master Jun tossed some wads of money onto the guqin, and snapped his fingers again. The lackey carefully placed a stack of RMB in Young Master Jun’s hand, thinking, wow, Young Master Jun is being so generous this time. This girl is lucky; it’s at least tens of thousands.
A crisp slap sounded, and Young Master Jun landed a harsh slap on the man’s face and then smashed the money onto his nose, yelling furiously.
"Damn it, are you a pig? Didn’t I tell you what one snap means? CIGARS, CIGARS! Is your brain rusty or something? Remember it!"
Young Master Jun punched the guy’s head a few times, and the lackey was about to cry, thinking, what kind of boss am I serving here? He’s the one with memory issues, but he’s blaming others—so frustrating!
There was no choice but to endure this miserable beating, while Su Xuan was speechless, thinking, what kind of ridiculous person is this? It’s just unbelievable.
"This, this, Young Master Jun, she’s not from our company. We can’t just call her over!"
Manager Chen said awkwardly, looking at the over fifty thousand, thinking, why not let me go? Young Master Jun is really a big spender, so much so that it’s envy-inducing.
"Manager Chen, what did you just say? My hearing’s not so good; say it again!"
Young Master Jun deliberately fiddled with his ear, stepping closer to Manager Chen. Manager Chen swallowed nervously, his heart pounding. He knew this beast too well; he wasn’t the first manager. Several predecessors in the ’harem’ were beaten away, usually for failing to entertain the young master or not being good-looking.
He had lasted the longest in this ’harem’, and this beast loved to say he had bad hearing and asked for repetition. If the manager naively complied, they would end up beaten to a pulp. This young master harbored no compassion, and his cruelty extended to women as well.
"Sorry, I’m not a staff here; I’m just a part-timer. Take your money back!"
The woman finally spoke, her voice very cold. Hearing this, Su Xuan had a feeling—this woman doesn’t seem to be from a poor family; she seems like someone from a wealthy background.
Though you can’t completely judge by demeanor, it’s usually pretty accurate. When she stood up, not sparing a glance at those tens of thousands, it made Su Xuan curious—what kind of person is this? If she’s really wealthy, why come here to play the zither?
"Oh, playing high and mighty with me, are you? Tsk, tsk, I like it; I really like your type. But let me tell you, I’m the one who calls the shots here. Damn, what are you? Acting all chaste while being a bitch. Do you know what this place is called? It’s called a harem. And what’s a harem? A place that caters to men. You think this is a place for cultivating elegance? I’m giving you a chance to make something of yourself today. Don’t bite the hand that feeds you. I’m giving you two options: either strip and clean yourself up to wait for me upstairs, or I’ll have my two dogs tear your clothes apart in front of everyone here. Choose one!"
This beast’s way of doing things is truly vicious. If they tear so many clothes in front of these men, what kind of a scene would that be?
Su Xuan looked at Young Master Jun, sneering to himself, thinking, though this beast’s words are nasty, he does have a point. This really isn’t some place for cultivated elegance; this foot spa being called a ’harem’ has implications.
If you’re working here, you’d better be aware of that. It’s a grave mistake to think otherwise.
Su Xuan was curious about which option the woman would choose.
"You really are shameless. Isn’t there any law here?"
The woman shouted angrily, feeling frustrated. As Su Xuan had expected, her family was indeed well-off. She came here not wanting to rely on her parents for everything. It’s safe to say she’s a person with her own ideas, trying to earn money herself, basically experiencing life.