716: Chapter 705 Enjoying Life 716: Chapter 705 Enjoying Life Wang Dong had brought with him a considerable police force, and they quickly got the situation under control.
Accompanying Wang Dong was someone else—Lin Yu!
This was somewhat unexpected for Song Yun.
“Why are you here too?
I don’t recall asking anyone from the TV station to come,” Song Yun said as he looked at Lin Yu and the television crew.
“Director Wang told us that they were cracking down on crime, so we planned to do a special report at the year’s end,” explained Lin Yu, as ever graceful and beautiful.
Though her delicate feet were hidden by her trousers, her appearance was still refreshing and pleasing to the eye.
“Why not bring your top anchor from the provincial station?” Song Yun asked.
“She usually covers this kind of news, doesn’t she?”
“Do you…
really want her to be here?” Lin Yu asked in a somewhat peculiar tone.
“It’s not about whether I want her here or not,” Song Yun replied.
“It’s just a bit strange.”
“She’s been busy with something recently—I’m not too clear on the details.
Besides, my personal relationship with Director Wang is quite good.
He usually informs me about significant cases.
I was the first to get wind of this news, and regardless of crossing any lines, no one has the right to criticise,” Lin Yu explained.
Song Yun took another look at Wang Dong and noticed him winking incessantly at himself, realizing that Wang Dong was creating an opportunity for him.
He couldn’t help but feel that while a madam in a brothel matched clients with prostitutes, what Wang Dong was doing was essentially the same, just with individuals of vastly different statuses than those seeking or offering prostitution.
Lin Yu, with the TV crew in tow, went off to film the event.
To Song Yun, the whole incident was no more than a bit of a scuffle, but to Lin Yu, it was significant news.
This was a case of forcing the good into prostitution, a scandalous matter in an otherwise stable era, posing a serious threat to the social order.
It was a quintessential story to raise TV ratings.
Standing in front of Song Yun, Wang Dong asked, “Song Yun, what made you think to get involved in this sort of thing?”
“Heh, just came to show my sister around,” Song Yun responded, gesturing to Su Keke, then turned to Wang Dong and said, “Brother Wang, this girl is still underage.
Please send her back to her hometown.
We’ve got to be on our way; there’s still work to do.”
“Sure!” Wang Dong readily agreed.
On the road, Song Yun said to Xiao Hua, “See that?
That’s what’s known as the lower end of society.
It’s unavoidable but very real.
Some succumb to it, like the prostitutes working for the madam—selling their bodies for a living.
Others resist, like Da Jin, who was forced into prostitution.
If we hadn’t shown up, she couldn’t have escaped that fate.”
“Got it!” Xiao Hua nodded silently.
“Next, I’ll show you the higher end of society, which you’ll find to be quite different,” Song Yun said, then called Wang Hu.
“Where are you?” Song Yun asked.
“I’m at Jinzhu Garden having a bath.
What’s up, Brother Yun?
Something going on?” Wang Hu inquired.
“Nothing.
I’m just heading over to find you.”
Song Yun hung up and headed toward the city center with Xiao Hua.
In the bustling heart of the city center, they parked the car in front of a grand building.
Song Yun stepped out with Xiao Hua.
“This is Jinzhu Garden, one of Sunan’s most exclusive private clubs.
Of course, I’m a shareholder here,” Song Yun said with a smile as he entered Jinzhu Garden.
As soon as they arrived, a beautiful woman in a cheongsam appeared before Song Yun.
“Good evening, sir.
This is a private club.
May I ask if you have a membership card?” she said.
Song Yun took out a light blue card from his wallet and handed it to the woman in the cheongsam.
She swiped it through a machine and then respectfully handed back the card, saying, “Mr.
Song, I hope you enjoy your time here.”
“Mm,” Song Yun nodded, leading Xiao Hua directly to the second floor.
Once Song Yun had left, the cheongsam-clad woman took a deep breath, her face a mix of fear and excitement, “That was Song Yun!
Oh my goodness!
I have to tell the others; they’ll be so jealous.”
“Do you see any difference between this place and the mid-tier club we saw before?” Song Yun asked as they walked.
“This place doesn’t seem as fancy as the other one!” Xiao Hua looked around and said, “But it feels more elegant and tasteful.”
“Look at the waitstaff here,” directed Song Yun.
“I see.
They’re young, but the men are handsome and seem well-cultured, and the women are beautiful and have a sense of grace.”
“These are kids from good backgrounds.
Here, we don’t engage in the matchmaking business anymore.
Most of our clients are either political big shots or business tycoons.
They’ve indulged in so much that the obvious pleasures no longer interest them.
Here, what they can enjoy is the authentic essence of life,” said Song Yun with a smile as he pushed open a door in front of them.
A grand hall, decorated in Chinese-style, appeared before Xiao Hua, filled with men and women.
Song Yun walked up, casually selected a woman, who gave a polite smile and followed behind him.
“Here, you get individual companionship.
She can chat with you, dine with you, watch movies—anything you wish to do, she will accompany you and provide the best service.
And by service, I mean absolutely legitimate service,” continued Song Yun, turning to the woman and asking, “What’s your name?”
“I’m Wang Ya,” the woman said, bowing slightly, her smile warm but modest.
“Which university did you graduate from?”
“BJ University, majoring in Economics and Management,” Wang Ya replied with a smile.
“You seem new, sir.
Is this your first time here?
May I recommend some of our services to you?
Oh, of course—only the most current and trendy.”
“Mm,” Song Yun nodded, looking at Xiao Hua, and added, “Here, both women and men are of a much higher caliber than those at the mid-tier place we visited before.
Next, I’ll show you what truly tasteful and sophisticated living is like.
You’ll see that life can indeed be this way.
To tell the truth, most people are just existing rather than truly living.”