Ren Zhong suddenly realized, so that’s how it is.
He awkwardly said, "Ah, is that so? That’s indeed my mistake. But a Fourth Level wrist watch pays quite a bit every day too, and you need it as well. Buying another one isn’t really a big problem for me."
Ju Qingmeng rolled her eyes at him, "We’re just starting out; what’s wrong with saving a little?"
After speaking, she stood up and stretched lazily, "It’s so late again tonight; I’m not going home to sleep. You can sleep here at my place too."
Before falling asleep, Ju Qingmeng asked again, "Oh, are you consigning your First Level exoskeleton?"
Ren Zhong shook his head, "I’ve arranged to sell it to Wang Zhaofu."
"How much is he offering?"
"Eighteen hundred. I’ve arranged to meet him tomorrow night."
"That’s not bad. But businessmen like him are quite cunning. Be careful and don’t let him cheat you."
"Don’t worry; with your face involved, he wouldn’t dare."
Ju Qingmeng smiled sweetly, "True enough, sleep well, goodnight."
On the 18th day, at six-thirty in the evening, Night Slumber, private room number nine.
The two sworn brothers not related by blood, surname, or era met again at the bar.
Wang Zhaofu was amazed by Ren Zhong’s efficiency in changing clothes, praising him endlessly.
He also paid up promptly, not even bothering to check the goods, slapping eighteen hundred post-tax directly into Ren Zhong’s account.
After the transaction was completed, the two entered the social scenario of toasting and drinking.
The atmosphere was still hot, just missing two entertainment industry workers to complete one of the three iron-clad bonds among men.
Fatty Wang, a professional social expert, faced with Ren Zhong’s polite refusal, delved into all sorts of theoretical references.
More outrageously, this damned fatty was playing tricks.
Around eight o’clock, when Ren Zhong was full and ready to leave, Fatty Wang returned with someone.
It turned out he had gone to find Night Slumber’s madam under the pretense of going to the bathroom, forcibly paid more to bring back two of the store’s top girls.
The two women were scantily clad, draped in light veils, seemingly revealing yet hiding, with looks and figures that were top-notch.
Combined with their professionally cultivated shy and inviting expressions, the impact was overwhelming, living up to the fame of Starfire Town’s renowned industry prowess.
Even more outrageously, these two women seemed to have oiled shoulders; as soon as Fatty Wang closed the private room door, without any movement from them, the light macramé skirts on their shoulders slipped down smoothly, almost automatically.
"Brother Ren, you can’t blame me for this. With how often I’ve been coming to Starfire Town recently and not taking care of Night Slumber’s business, even my old flame madam has opinions about me. I was left with no choice."
Fatty Wang said as he pushed one of the girls towards Ren Zhong.
Feeling his scalp tingle, Ren Zhong quickly got up and squeezed out, saying, "Maybe another time, not tonight. I have an appointment with Manager Ju later."
Wang Zhaofu gave a small "eh," then suddenly understood, showing a smile that all men get, "Hehehe! I said so, Manager Ju is different from these ordinary girls. Is this the phrase you just used? A cultured person is indeed different."
Ren Zhong didn’t bother with where Wang Zhaofu’s imagination went, simply responding, "Yes, yes."
Fatty Wang didn’t insist further, just said regretfully, "Alright, another time then. But since I’ve spent the money and the people are here, I can’t waste it. Then I won’t be polite, brother!"
Ren Zhong: "Enjoy yourself."
"Mm-hmm, Brother Ren, you should go quickly, don’t keep Manager Ju waiting."
Fatty Wang said while swiftly taking off his own shirt, revealing his jiggling, shiny, fat torso.
Holy crap, so greasy! Ren Zhong dared not look directly, hurriedly covering his face as he walked out of the room, slamming the door shut behind him.
Ren Zhong sighed deeply, wiping cold sweat from his forehead.
Being a networker indeed has the risk of being compromised.
Having to associate with this greasy fatty is truly life-threatening.
This world is indeed full of pitfalls.
Ren Zhong went downstairs and entered the lobby.
Here, it was still a riot of colors, people coming and going, boisterous and noisy, the atmosphere was frenzied.
The thumping music was deafening.
The ceiling-mounted honeycomb colored spotlights flashed and rotated madly.
Men and women either swayed in the dance floor, embracing each other to feel one another’s warmth and moisture, or raced freely on the lounge chairs in the lobby booths.
Some raised their glasses high, guzzling down the cheap liquor like water.
In the dark corner of the wall, dozens of writhing pale, naked figures moved like white maggots.
In such an atmosphere, indulging in debauchery weren’t only the female workers of the nightlife industry but also female semi-professional scavengers mingling in to fight off multiple adversaries.