Chapter 79: Brilliant Idea

Chapter 79: Chapter 79: Brilliant Idea

After the dozen or so hostesses from various regions finished their self-introductions, they stood charmingly to one side, their eyes filled with anticipation.

Old Wang, long accustomed to this, smiled. "President Su, President Lin, do you want to pick first?"

President Lin was rather fidgety. Meeting the gaze of their sparkling eyes made him more nervous than speaking on stage at a hospital conference. He looked like he wanted one but didn’t dare to ask.

Seeing his Old Iron’s timid demeanor, Su Yunzhou shook his head silently. In truth, he wasn’t doing much better himself, but the balance in his bank card gave him the confidence to straighten his back. He had already mentally prepared himself before coming here—tonight, he was going to experience the joy of the wealthy and see how these veterans actually played.

With this in mind, he didn’t show a hint of stage fright. He waved his hand grandly. "The compatriot from Taiwan."

Qiqi flashed a sweet smile and walked over obediently, sitting down beside Su Yunzhou. She secretly rejoiced, "Tonight, I finally get to accompany a handsome, rich, and young guy!"

Serving those fat, greasy old men every day had long since thoroughly disgusted her. If it weren’t for the money, she wouldn’t even spare some of them a passing glance on a normal day.

At this thought, Qiqi’s face flushed. She looked shyly at the man in front of her, who was not only handsome but also had an exceptionally prominent nose. Based on her years of experience, this was a rare, well-endowed catch.

She proactively wrapped her arms around his, settling his arm snugly between her peaks. She then recalled Sister Cai’s instructions before they entered the room.

"You must take good care of these big bosses!

"They’re drinking 1664 tonight! You all know what that means."

HEE HEE HEE!

For a top-tier handsome guy like this, she didn’t need to be told; she would use every trick in the book to serve him perfectly.

But Su Yunzhou’s gaze didn’t stop there. He scanned the room and continued, "Yueyue, come over too."

Yueyue, surprised to be suddenly called upon, stared blankly for a moment. Then, she bloomed into a bright, enchanting smile. She was tall, and her impossibly proportioned, anime-like legs were the most eye-catching among the sea of colorful garters.

Yueyue walked over gracefully and sat on his other side, wrapping her arms around his other arm. The softness pressing in from both sides filled Su Yunzhou with a wave of emotion.

So this was the "love" that money could buy. This felt so damn good.

His Old Iron’s indecisive, repressed demeanor made Su Yunzhou shake his head helplessly. However, he roughly knew his Old Iron’s tastes, so he had to make the decision for him.

Then, Su Yunzhou hooked his finger toward a hostess on the right. She was tall, with a full, round bottom and alluring, fleshy legs, standing at an estimated height of over 170 centimeters.

"Qingqing, right? Come accompany my Old Iron. He’s a bit thin-skinned."

Qingqing broke into an excited smile and quickly walked over. She thought joyfully, "I finally got a booking! I haven’t had a client in days. Today, I must take excellent care of this shy and reserved boss."

Qingqing was actually quite beautiful, but sometimes height could be an advantage, whereas being too tall became a disadvantage. She enthusiastically hooked her arm through Lin Shouqing’s and began pondering how to win his favor.

Seeing his Old Iron’s flustered state, Su Yunzhou pointed his finger at the jaw-droppingly gorgeous one. "Bobo, you come accompany my Old Iron too!"

"Yes, Boss!"

Bobo sashayed over, her hips swaying with every step.

The moment she sat down, Lin Shouqing’s eyes went completely straight. Don’t get the wrong idea—he was a medical student, so he merely displayed an intense interest in such a rare anatomical structure.

Seeing that the two had made their selections, Old Wang felt delighted. President Su was truly generous, arranging a double blessing of beauties for them today. He occasionally accompanied big clients to these high-end venues, but they usually just requested one hostess each. After all, spending his own money was truly painful.

He scanned the room and unexpectedly picked two hostesses who weren’t particularly "outstanding."

Then, he said to Cai Lin, "We won’t be needing any waiters or anything."

Cai Lin nodded understandingly. She turned on the karaoke machine, brought some wet wipes, and thoughtfully offered some complimentary soft drinks and snacks.

"Have a great time, my three VIPs. Let me know if you need anything."

With that, she retreated from the room, considerately dimming the lights to set the mood. After stepping out the door, she instructed a waiter nearby, "If there’s any movement inside, let me know immediately."

The waiter nodded. Knowing these were big clients, he immediately assured her, "Don’t worry, Sister Lin."

...

Inside the dimly lit private room, Old Wang, noticing the slightly awkward atmosphere, had the hostesses fill their glasses.

He raised his glass in a toast. "President Su, President Lin. Come on, let’s have a drink."

Just as he set his glass down, the compatriot from Taiwan immediately handed over a tissue. This meticulous level of service left Su Yunzhou deeply satisfied. For some reason, it reminded him of a Casanova friend’s experience of ’bringing glory to the nation’.

"Brother, I really can’t describe that feeling.

"When I came out of the shower, my clothes and pants were neatly folded, and even my shoes were perfectly aligned on the side.

"And afterward... that kind of submissive thoughtfulness... it was completely intoxicating..."

After the lights were dimmed, Lin Shouqing’s condition improved quite a bit. Encouraged by Bobo, he sang a rendition of "Glorious Years" that drew a roar of applause from the whole room. His "fans" offered him drinks one after another, making him feel as if he were walking on air. Even his gold-rimmed glasses seemed to sparkle with joy.

Old Wang, a shrewd social butterfly, was an expert at livening up the mood. One moment he was singing, the next he was dragging President Su into a game of dice, and then he was making the two hostesses beam with laughter.

Su Yunzhou gave him a thumbs up. Sure enough, experience really did pay off.

The two cases of 1664 were quickly polished off. Su Yunzhou casually waved his hand. "Bring three more cases."

Yueyue’s pretty face lit up with excitement. Striding on her long anime-like legs, she went out to call for a waiter.

As the alcohol took effect, the atmosphere grew increasingly merry.

Lin Shouqing was completely immersed in the tender, buxom embrace. He had started proactively asking for drinks, frequently raising his glass and pulling the hostesses to sing and dance.

Old Wang was much more "steady," mainly letting his hands do the work, teasing the two women until their faces were flushed red.

Lin Shouqing was a bit curious about how Old Wang managed to open up their hearts so quickly. After clinking glasses with him, Old Wang generously imparted his experience.

"Brother, this is a matter of choice.

"The ones you picked are the regulars. They see tons of clients every day, so naturally, the quality of their service drops a bit. But if you change your approach and pick the type that..."

Hearing this, Lin Shouqing’s eyes lit up, and he raised his glass for another toast. "Brother Wang, I must toast you for this. I’ve truly learned some positions that aren’t taught in textbooks."

Old Wang chuckled as he downed his drink. Throwing an arm around Lin Shouqing’s shoulders, he said, "There’s one more secret trick."

Lin Shouqing looked dead serious. "I’m all ears."

Old Wang said with a straight face, "One word: ’shameless.’

"You’re the consumer. You spent money, and this place isn’t cheap. It’d be a waste if you don’t cop a few more feels!"

"Brilliant!"

Lin Shouqing suddenly saw the light. His mindset shifted instantly, and his posture straightened up.

"Listening to your words of wisdom is better than ten years of study!

"We won’t go home tonight until we’re drunk!

"Qingqing, queue up ’My Good Brother’ for me. I’m dedicating it to my two Old Irons."