718: Chapter 707 Choice 718: Chapter 707 Choice The woman making tea beside them did so with a gentle and slow motion, perfecting her craft without even lifting her head while Song Yun and the others talked.
She was focused and serious about her tea-making, her movements both graceful and beautiful.
“These women, many of them are talented in multiple areas,” Song Yun said to Xiao Hua, who wore a curious expression.
“Many of them are quite exceptional.”
“It’s obvious!” Xiao Hua watched the woman’s tea ceremony performance intently, as if trying to memorize every single move.
Song Yun and Xiao Hua had been in Jinzhu Garden for more than an hour, during which time Song Yun had shown Xiao Hua around to enjoy various luxuries—many of which Xiao Hua hadn’t even heard of, let alone tried.
But in that hour, it was as if Xiao Hua had been transported to another world.
Do you want to watch a movie?
This place has a dedicated cinema, fully equipped, rivaling a real movie theater!
You want to eat gourmet food?
Here are the top chefs, many of them world-famous!
Want to drink?
They have the best wines—red, white, beer—anything you want to drink, they have it!
Even if you want to go fishing, there’s an entire floor transformed into a fishing pond!
In such a place, Xiao Hua enjoyed things she said she had never enjoyed before in her life, especially the waiters.
As soon as you say something, they have a topic to chat about with you, each like walking encyclopedias!
Xiao Hua was a girl with quite low material demands, but even in such a place, she could vividly feel herself sinking into indulgence.
“Brother, a place like this can easily confuse people,” Xiao Hua said somewhat tremblingly.
“I’ve been here for more than an hour, and I don’t want to leave.”
“That’s exactly what I aim for,” Song Yun replied.
“Every big shot has their special preferences, and if I can cater to those, keep them close to me, then that’s my success.
Of course, you’re rather green, which is why you feel like you’re sinking into it.
For those real big shots, there’s nothing they haven’t experienced; I guess this is just to make them comfortable for a while.” Song Yun patted Xiao Hua’s head and continued, “Next, there’s another place that is truly where you can see all facets of life.
You still want to go?”
“Yes!” Xiao Hua nodded seriously.
“Alright then, let’s go to another place.” Song Yun drove off, leaving a blur of taillights under the night sky.
Half an hour later.
The car stopped in front of a building flashing with various lights.
“This is Yellow Springs, the biggest bar under my control,” Song Yun declared.
“Every night, all sorts of men and women come here to indulge in pleasures.
The bar is a gold-digging spot and an even easier place for people to lose themselves.”
Xiao Hua didn’t speak but grabbed Song Yun’s sleeve and followed him into Yellow Springs.
It was now past eleven at night, the prime time at Yellow Springs, where countless people from all walks of life gyrated their bodies—or someone else’s—within.
Each private room was filled to capacity, and even the regular seats were taken.
“See that?
These people represent almost all levels of ordinary citizens in our society!
Listen carefully, I said ‘ordinary citizens,'” Song Yun pointed out.
“Here are the poor, who come here to order a drink and then hope to take home a woman too drunk to know the world!
Look at that man, he might be dressed up, but to us insiders, he’s the typical poor man.
Look at his drink, he’s taken one sip since we came in; he can make that drink last all night until he achieves his goal!
And look at the other one, also poor, but his goal isn’t women—it’s to mooch drinks.
Know what mooching drinks is?
It’s carrying a drink around, finding a spot to buddy up with someone, and when everyone is almost drunk, no one cares, and then you get to drink with them.”
“Of course, it’s not just the poor here; there are also the wealthy.
See those men in the private rooms?
Those are the patrons, a bottle of imported liquor starting at eight hundred at the lowest.
Look at the drinks on their tables, easily a few thousand.
These people, they are the main source of revenue for our bar; these people must be well-serviced!”
While listening to Song Yun, Xiao Hua nervously observed her surroundings.
As a girl who had hardly been to bars, the bar’s atmosphere made her quite uncomfortable.
Compared to the relaxation she had at Jinzhu Garden, Xiao Hua’s heartbeat accelerated significantly under the thunderous DJ music in the bar.
“Sir, would you like to buy me a drink?” a woman, wearing only a bra on her upper body, came up to Song Yun, eyeing him seductively.
“If you think you’re as pretty as her, I might indeed offer you a drink,” Song Yun said, gesturing to Xiao Hua.
The woman glanced at Xiao Hua, shrugged disdainfully and said, “It seems that’s all your taste amounts to.”
After speaking, she turned and walked away.
“In a bar, surrounded by the dazzling temptations, life here quickens into indulgence and falls into decadence just as rapidly,” Song Yun casually ordered two glasses of lemon water, handed one to Xiao Hua, and said, “We’re not fanatics; making money is our main purpose here, and how to stimulate customer spending is the core of all our work.”
“This bar houses the top dancers and DJs in Sunan, and we often have celebrities making appearances.
Needless to say, our prices are the highest amongst Sunan’s bars, as is our popularity.
Here, there are laborers, office workers, and, of course, the so-called white collars, but no matter what ‘collar’ they are, as long as they spend money, they’re the right kind of ‘collar.’ Xiao Hua, here you can see the most fundamental side of human nature.”
“What is the most fundamental side of human nature?”
“Desire.
Or you might say, animalistic nature.”
“Ultimately, humans are no different from beasts,” Song Yun said, sipping his lemon water while watching the men and women sway in the middle of the dance floor.
“Here, nobody knows each other; everyone sheds their human exterior to reveal their most fundamental element—desire—pure desire.
But I prefer to call it animalistic nature.”
“Because everyone lets go, it all seems so bare and open.
That’s why bars are hotbeds for one-night stands; after drinking, everyone wants pleasure, so they might as well seek it together.
No morals, no bottom line, just a pure animalistic urge to vent.
Xiao Hua, what do you think about all of this?” Song Yun asked.
“I think…
it’s very normal,” Xiao Hua pondered for a moment and replied.
“If people today have that need, then we provide a place for them.
It’s quite normal, and anyway, whether it’s their desire or animalistic nature, our fundamental goal is to make money, just like you said, brother—we’re not saviors, nor are we fanatics.”
“Haha, that’s right, I was worried you couldn’t handle these things,” Song Yun laughed.
“Since you can accept this, then tell me, do you still want to come to my place to learn more?”