It's okay for me to bully my wife for the sake of the young master's dignity, right?

Chapter 432 [081] Cutting nails for help
The training mat is located in the central area of ​​the office. It was originally used for Qin Jiandan to meditate and regulate his breathing, but now it has become a temporary place for cutting toenails.

Qin Jiandan took off his shoes and socks and lay flat on the training mat, with his arms behind his head, in a posture similar to that of a sit-up.

Wangyou bent his knees and sat down opposite Qin Jiandan's feet, as if he was a partner in a sit-up.

"Young Master, is it okay to trim it to this extent?"

Wangyou would place Qin Jiandan's left and right feet on the white apron in turn. After trimming each nail, she would gently blow away the nail clippings to ensure that Qin Jiandan's feet remained clean and comfortable.

"Yeah." Qin Jiandan looked at the ceiling and nodded slightly.

Different from the beautiful girls' feet that the Zhang brothers were obsessed with, Qin Jiandan's soles were covered with thick calluses from martial artists. Even if he ran barefoot on the concrete floor, he would not get hurt and it would be very rough on his teeth.

"…If you take a bath beforehand, your toenails will be easier to trim."

A few pieces of debris were blown away with the sound of the nail clippers and bounced onto the maid's cheek. It was not a good experience for Wangyou, who had a slight obsession with mysophobia.

Wangyou's eyes drifted towards the bathroom at the right rear, where there was a double bathtub that was originally prepared for a mandarin duck bath.

"Cut your nails properly and don't have any bad thoughts."

Qin Jiandan exposed Wangyou's little thoughts.

Ever since Mu Yue called Wangyou's sisters concubines at the dinner table, Wangyou became very nervous, as if her sisters would suffer if she didn't try her best to satisfy the young master's strong demands.

The maid was quiet for a while, concentrating all her attention on the task at hand - the two pairs of big feet - to ensure that every detail was done to the best.

Qin Jiandan was not a person who was used to being served, but he had to admit that for a man with long legs like him, cutting his own toenails required him to bend over to the limit, so it was much more comfortable to have someone else do it.

"click" "click"

"If it hurts, please tell me immediately and I will stop."

Wangyou was apparently talking about clipping nails, but in fact he was imitating the tone of a love veteran deceiving an ignorant girl.

"Idiot!" Qin Jiandan cursed, "How could the Steel Armor Breathing Technique not be able to defend against even nail clippers? You should be careful not to cut my flesh or break the nail clippers!"

Wangyou's body trembled slightly after being insulted, and his expression was hurt but also secretly happy.

She seemed to have accidentally rolled up the big skirt of her maid outfit, and the thing that was used to pad Qin Jiandan's big feet changed from a white apron to black stockings.

The plump thighs wrapped in translucent black silk conveyed a soft feeling, and Wangyou's dark gray pupils seemed to be pulled by silk. Qin Jiandan chose to ignore it.

"If the young master thinks... that it's okay, I will continue to polish the edges of the nails?"

After Qin Jiandan nodded, Wangyou took out a delicate nail file from her apron pocket and began to gently polish the edges of her nails. Her technique was not only professional but also full of rhythm.

“1234, 2234, 3234, one more time!”

Of course, Wangyou did not pronounce it like this. The above is the labor song that Qin Jiandan imagined.

Sleepiness gradually came over Qin Jiandan. He didn't have the habit of taking a nap. Maybe it was because he had eaten at the same table with Mu Yue and Rui Shuang today and consumed too many carbohydrates.

"..."

Wangyou, who was concentrating on polishing his nails, found that the young master had closed his eyes and did not answer his questions.

"Master, what else do you need me to do next?"

"Little Lord?"

"Young Master, are you so comfortable that you're foaming at the mouth?"

At this moment, the phone on the desk suddenly rang. Qin Jiandan woke up suddenly, and Wangyou got up to answer the phone without being told.

Wangyou didn't have time to put on her shoes when she stepped down from the training mat. The black silk wrapping that revealed her beautiful shape was stained with dust on the ground. If the Zhang brothers were present, they would definitely lick it clean.

"Hello, this is the young master's office..."

A middle-aged man's anxious voice came from the other side: "Who are you? Mu Yue is not around, right?"

Noticing that Qin Jiandan had put on his shoes and walked to the side, Wangyou respectfully handed over the phone receiver.

"Hello, I'm Qin Jiandan, you are..."

The other party was relieved: "Great! I'm your father-in-law! Come and save me!"

Qin Jiandan was stunned. Although he recognized the voice of Mu Yue's father Han Tiancheng, he didn't understand why Han Tiancheng would call the Young Master's office. After all, the Young Master's office had just been built, and only a few senior executives knew the phone number here.

"Father-in-law, what happened to you? What danger did you encounter?"

"Jiandan, Mu Yue... isn't next to you, right?" Han Tiancheng confirmed again. He guessed that his current situation was not particularly dangerous because he was afraid of his daughter finding out.

Qin Jiandan glared at Wangyou and told her not to stand here and eavesdrop on the conversation. In fact, Wangyou was not very interested in the conversation. She was waiting for Qin Jiandan's vicious look.

After being glared at by the young master, the maid retreated to the side timidly, but with a hidden smile on her face that seemed to say "thank you for the hospitality".

There seemed to be some chaos on the other end of the line, with other people's voices occasionally mixing in:

"Damn, this guy is really the young master's father-in-law!" "Father-in-law, please be magnanimous, please don't let the young master deal with us! There are too many people pretending to be the young master's father-in-law..."

Han Tiancheng seemed to be drunk and beaten. He talked incoherently for a long time before Qin Jiandan could barely understand what was going on.

It turned out that Han Tiancheng was addicted to gambling, and the housekeeper Nestor refused to lend him money, so he secretly drove to the outer city alone, hoping to find some cheap gambling.

In Zhu Shengzhi's territory in District 6, there is a kind of gambling called "Mosquito Racing". Mutated mosquitoes are painted in different colors and fly within a specified pipe. Gamblers bet on which mosquito will reach the finish line first.

Han Tiancheng had bad luck and soon lost all the change he had. He suspected the dealer of cheating and had an argument with the Shengzhi group. He was outnumbered and beaten so badly that he had panda eyes. He had no choice but to reveal his identity.

The members of the Shengzhi team didn't believe it at first, but Han Tiancheng was very convincing and finally brought the person to Zhu Shengzhi. Only then was Han Tiancheng able to call the young master's office.

"Anyway... this is very embarrassing. Jiandan, please don't let Mu Yue know! Can you come and pick me up secretly by yourself?"

Qin Jiandan thought about it. Although the situation did not require him to take action in person, going to pick up his father-in-law would be a way of giving face to Mu Yue, and it would also be a reason to give Zhu Shengzhi a warning.

"Okay, Mu Yue is taking a nap with her daughter. Father-in-law, please wait. I'll pick you up now."

Han Tiancheng drunkenly said to the people around him: "Did you hear me clearly? I didn't lie, I really am Qin Jiandan's father-in-law!"

Only after Qin Jiandan hung up the phone did Han Tiancheng feel something was wrong.

"Eh? Who is Mu Yue taking a nap with? My daughter? When did you two have a baby behind my back?!"

Qin Jiandan needs a driver to go from the headquarters in District 3 to Zhu Shengzhi's territory in District 6.

Linlin is busy with work, and Qin Jiandan usually doesn't bother her, so Wangyou is a good alternative.

"Wangyou, go report to Linlin and tell her that I'm going to District 6 to look for someone. You're responsible for driving, and you're not allowed to do anything unnecessary on the way, okay?"

"I understand. Everything is up to the young master's wishes."

Whether being praised, insulted, put in play, or used frequently, Wangyou always feels internally excited. The advantage of being a masochist is that you will never get depression...

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It was already 6:14 when we arrived at District 30. Zhu Shengzhi, who had already received the news, brought people to the parking lot to greet us.

"Hehehehe... Young Master, you have come here. We, the Brainpower Team, are sorry for not welcoming you in person. Please forgive us... Mr. Han Tiancheng is having fun inside. Do you want to go find him now, or wait a while?"

After getting off the car with Wangyou, Qin Jiandan frowned and looked towards the largest nightclub in District 6. The oversized LED light pollution sign read "Youmengxuan, where dreams begin."

Han Tiancheng has been widowed for many years and has long since returned to being single. Logically speaking, there is nothing wrong with him going to nightclubs, but I always feel that this does not fit his personality.

Seeing the confusion on the young master's face, Zhu Shengzhi stepped forward and explained: "There is a small casino behind the nightclub. I gave Mr. Han Tiancheng some free chips as an apology. Mr. Han is having a great time."

Zhu Shengzhi had several crooked subordinates behind him, who also bowed and nodded and came over to beg for mercy:

"We have already sincerely apologized to Mr. Han for not recognizing the great man. Please spare our lives, young master!"

As several people spoke, they slapped themselves hard. Their cowardly appearance earned them strong contempt from Wangyou.

Qin Jiandan waved his hand to stop their clumsy performance: "Enough, ignorance is not a crime. But are there really so many people pretending to be my father-in-law?"

Zhu Shengzhi took over the conversation: "A lot! Too many! Because there are more and more women around the young master, an average of three scammers come every day pretending to be the young master's father-in-law. They are all gamblers who have lost everything. They are really looking for death!"

Qin Jiandan ordered all the outsiders to leave, leaving only Zhu Shengzhi, the staff officer "Fifth Uncle", and the personal guard Yan Cangye.

Under the gloomy weather and LED light pollution in the afternoon, Qin Jiandan walked along the street, Wangyou followed on the left, and Zhu Shengzhi and others followed on the right.

"Brother Shengzhi, do you know the president's attitude towards opening a casino?"

Zhu Shengzhi subconsciously stroked the six scars from his bald head: "I know! Small gambling brings joy, big gambling hurts the body! That's why the entrance of my casino rarely faces the street."

"Nonsense! If we hide the entrance, the gamblers won't be able to find it? Gamblers have very sharp noses! They can even find inner-city gamblers like my father-in-law, not to mention the outer-city gamblers!"

"But..." Zhu Shengzhi patted the pure gold discs hanging on his chest with a distressed look to shake off the dust on them. "District 6 is at the junction of East and West City. If we don't build a casino, our people will go to West City to gamble, and the real money will just flow out!"

As he was speaking, Qin Jiandan saw an old Western man with a severely sunburned face walking towards him from the opposite direction. His steps were unsteady and he seemed to be drunk.

Yan Cangye waved his hands vigorously at him, ordering him to get out of the way, and the old man staggered to the side.

Uncle Wu explained: "After the signing of the East and West City Water Source Protection Agreement, the Night Dragon Society and the Nian Society were temporarily in a truce, and the number of Westerners coming here to consume has returned to the previous number."

Qin Jiandan stared at the old man's back for a while.

"You can get gold coins, but be careful of spies."

Zhu Shengzhi smiled and said, "Young Master, you are right. The most valuable function of a person is to make gold coins. A person's life should be spent like this: when he recalls the past, he will not regret wasting his time, nor will he be ashamed of doing nothing; when he is dying, he can say, "My entire life and all my energy have been dedicated to the most magnificent cause in the world - fighting to make gold coins for all mankind!"

Don't change Pavel Korchagin's famous words! Apologize to Ostrovsky, the author of How the Steel Was Tempered!
Qin Jiandan was about to complain, but accidentally saw a rolling LED sign opposite the nightclub, which read: "Seeking a large sum of money to buy special medicine for phlogiston disease. Also seeking to buy boy's urine and ointment."

Thinking of the phlogiston disease medicine that Doctor Li had given him, which was now in the chest pocket of his vest, Qin Jiandan asked Zhu Shengzhi:

"Who posted this ad? You're even buying boy's urine and ointment. Your body and brain must be seriously ill, right?"

(End of this chapter)