241: Chapter 230: God’s Dinner 241: Chapter 230: God’s Dinner “Hehe, this secrecy isn’t just for you, but for everyone present.
It’s not a ploy just to tantalize you.” Xu Ying said with a smile.
“Brother Song, how do you feel about this place?”
“It’s pretty good, at least the staff give a very comfortable vibe.” Song Yun said with a smile.
“Yes, I’ve spent a lot of money training these waitresses.
If they didn’t show a good attitude, I would have kicked them out already.
What do you think about the woman behind you?” Xu Ying asked with a raised eyebrow and a teasing smile to Song Yun.
“This…
well, she’s alright.” Song Yun felt like he had fallen into a trap, especially with Xu Ying’s smug look which was somewhat frustrating.
“Let me tell you, all the girls serving in the private rooms are top-notch beauties, and they’re all virgins.
If the clients offer enough to pique their interest, they won’t mind providing a perfect night.
However, these women can only be used for one night as they’re relocated based on their performance once they’re no longer virgins.” Xu Ying said with a wicked grin.
“These beauties cost me a lot to train.
A woman’s courses alone cost tens of thousands, including how to make clients more comfortable, how to serve them, and even damn bed techniques.
Despite still being virgins, who gives in first in bed is really uncertain.”
“Hehe, Brother Yun, did you agree on a price with that beauty just now?” Mao Shan teasingly raised his eyebrows to Song Yun.
Fortunately, he had already sent the girls away earlier; otherwise, they might have killed him had they heard this.
“Do I look like that kind of guy?
Just kidding.” Song Yun stated righteously, and whispered, glancing at the women nearby, “These things should be discussed when I am alone, haven’t you seen how many women are with me?
If they knew I was fooling around…”
Song Yun shuddered as he made a gesture across his throat, and Xu Ying, who felt the same, patted Song Yun’s shoulder and sighed, “We’re both henpecked husbands, alas.”
“Alright, the auction is about to start.
I need to go set up a few things.
You two stay here and drink; bid on anything you like, and I’ll give you a discount.” Xu Ying said and then left the private room.
“Brother Yun, the auction has started now,” Mao Shan said, peering through a piece of glass that allowed visibility from the inside but not from the outside—a highly secretive arrangement for the guests in the private rooms.
Some enjoyed engaging in intimate activities at the climax of the auction, which would be quite embarrassing if seen by outside spectators.
“This auction house is excellent.
Both staff quality and measures are top-notch, not to mention having strong backing.” Song Yun took a sip from his wine glass and smiled.
“That’s for sure, though this is ultimately a family business, not personal.
Any changes would need family approval, which I find quite constricting.” Mao Shan stated.
As they conversed, the lights in the venue suddenly dimmed, then all spotlights focused on the stage.
A woman in a cheongsam elegantly walked onto the stage.
Xu Ying truly adored cheongsams to the extreme, making every woman here wear one.
The person in the cheongsam was distinctly chosen for her figure, which is essential to pull off the elegance of a cheongsam.
Xu Ying certainly chose the crème de la crème.
“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to our Panlong Auction House.
Today marks the anniversary celebration of our auction house.
We will present the most valuable items hoping that everyone finds something they like,” the hostess said with a girl-next-door smile, which, coupled with her stunning looks, made many young men below whistle appreciatively.
“It seems Xu Ying really knows how to keep the place interesting.
I guess half of the staff here must be female attendants.” Song Yun remarked cheerfully.
“More than half?
Boss, you underestimate him.
Besides a few roles that need men, the rest are all women, making this the spot in Sunan City with the highest concentration of beauties.” Mao Shan said mysterously.
“I’ve seen the resume of that woman below.
She’s a department flower from some broadcasting academy.
I wonder what those who chased her would think seeing their goddess selling herself here for a better position.”
“Hehe, the power in this world still lies in the hands of a few, and women, surprisingly, are the stronger ones if they’re willing to use their bodies as weapons.”
“Do you want me to package one from below or from the room to take home tonight?” Mao Shan said with a mischievous smile.
“I can cover for you, saying you were with me tonight.
Why not seize a good opportunity?”
“Let it be; I don’t have the leisure money to spend,” Song Yun shook his head.
Meanwhile, the hostess had already set everyone’s expectations high, just waiting for the treasures to be presented.
Xu Ying sure had a way about him; the first item up for auction was a menu.
Song Yun burst into laughter, seeing the host’s puzzled face, probably no one expected the opener to be that.
Thankfully, a cheongsam woman handed her a card, and the host quickly perused it, apologizing with a smile to the crowd below, “Don’t underestimate this menu, folks.
This comes from a prestigious source—it’s from the Titanic, retrieved by a survivor.
Everyone must have heard of the Titanic; due to an iceberg, the ship was unreachable, only those who’ve savored it in bed know where its allure lies.
This menu, known as ‘God’s Dinner’, starts at 500,000 yuan, with each increment of 100,000.”
“Damn!” Song Yun exclaimed.
“Fifty thousand for a menu, that’s faster than robbery.
I wonder if anyone would even buy this thing?”
“Everyone present wants to stand out, and the Titanic itself is a mystery.
It’s said that there’s only one copy of this menu, so in the whole world, only you could savor it.
If word gets out, it could make many people green with envy,” Mao Shan laughed.
“Shall we have a go too?”
“Whatever, I’d like to taste what the meals were like on the Titanic,” Song Yun shrugged.
Mao Shan moved his fingers and entered his bid on the increaser, then the system announced outside.
“Eight hundred thousand from Booth Two.
Any more bids?
Once at 800,000.”
“900,000,” a voice from Booth Five interrupted.
“Booth Five bids 900,000.
Once at 900,000, any further bids?
Twice at 900,000.”
“1.1 million,” Mao Shan narrowed his eyes as he punched in the number, waiting for someone else to raise the bid.
Indeed, someone in Booth Five added another 100,000 on top of Mao Shan’s price.