Despite being incredibly wealthy, I want to be a prosecutor.

In the evening, Zhou Hong appeared in the A1 ultra-luxury private room of the Super 5 Club.

Today, Manager Beckham is hosting a dinner party.

Before coming, I called Sister Yu'er again. The call went through, but Sister Yu'er didn't answer. However, she sent me a text message: "Xiao Hong, I'm sorry. I was too willful. Don't worry about me. Everything will be alright. For Father's sake, I won't do anything foolish."

Zhou Hong kept taking out his phone to check the text message, which made him feel a little more at ease, but he also felt something was off.

"You've been making a lot of big moves lately. I heard your sports car is a Ferrari Enzo? Is it the only one in the whole country?" Beckham said with a smile.

Zhou Hong was still looking at the text message when his phone rang. He looked at the number; it was Wang Chali.

"Zhou Hong, thank you so much. I will definitely pay you back double in the future..." Wang Chali sighed softly as he spoke, still somewhat doubting whether he was dreaming.

"It's okay, don't feel pressured. This amount of money is just like opening a bottle of wine for me."

In fact, Zhou Hong himself didn't know what he was talking about; his mind was full of thoughts about Sister Yu'er.

"I know that, but this money is different for me. It's money that saved my self-esteem at home, right?" Wang Charlie smiled bitterly. "I won't say much about gratitude. You know how I feel, so I won't bother you any longer..."

Zhou Hong hummed twice, then turned his head and saw that there was another person next to Xiao Bei.

"Young Master Hong, are you satisfied with this dog?" Xiao Bei said with a fawning smile. "You're driving Bangkok's only supercar right now, so be careful not to attract attention. It's not safe here. This is one of the gifts I prepared for you. Strictly speaking, it was Linda, the General Affairs Manager, who prepared it for you. After all, you are the most honored guest of our group's resort. If anything goes wrong, our group will lose face, won't it?"

Elephant is a country where gun ownership is permitted, with a gun ownership rate of 14.8 per 100 people. Although it cannot compare with the United States, it is among the highest in Southeast Asia.

This only refers to legally registered firearms; as for illegal firearms in civilian hands, the number is even more difficult to quantify.

Zhou Hong was taken aback. The security of a tycoon? He hadn't thought of that before.

After all, he had never been a tycoon, and the small county town in China where he lived had always been very comfortable.

Linda was definitely acting on behalf of the Fifth Madam. It's a good thing that this little vixen still has some conscience, saying that she and he would have nothing to lose in the future. But his carefree attitude, as if he wasn't afraid of the kidnappers coming to his door, probably angered her. That's why Linda chose a "dog" for him.

"His name is Jinshazai, and he comes from a mountain tribe!" Xiao Bei introduced.

Jinshazai is over 1.6 meters tall with dark, shiny skin, looking like a fierce black panther.

His face was covered in wrinkles, making it impossible to tell his actual age. According to Beckham, he was only twenty-four, in the prime of his life.

But the men from the mountains generally looked old.

The so-called "mountain people" are the mountain tribes living in the northern part of China, bordering Myanmar and Laos.

The northern mountain people, known as the mountain tribes, are extremely poor, and some tribes are essentially still slaves.

Highland tribes disregard national borders and frequently migrate in the mountains, making it difficult to say whether Jinshazai is Burmese, Lao, or Elephant.

His teeth were also pitch black. Xiao Bei examined his teeth as if he were picking out an animal, and showed them to Zhou Hong: "These teeth need to be cleaned later, but otherwise there's nothing wrong with them."

Many people from the mountains have a habit of chewing opium, not to mention Jinshazi, who comes from the Golden Triangle region on one side of Myanmar.

Zhou Hong glanced at Jin Shazai, "Do you know why we're here?"

"I know..." Jin Shazai's slang was stiff, but it was enough to express himself. He looked up at Zhou Hong and said, "I will be hygienic and will never touch tobacco again. My life belongs to you... but I need 5000 baht every month. If I die, I need 10 baht to send home..." He lowered his voice somewhat guiltily as he said this.

Xiao Bei whispered from the side, "It's all money for his father's medicine."

Zhou Hong pondered, while Jin Shazai looked at the young patron with trepidation.

"Okay, let's stay and give it a try," Zhou Hong finally agreed.

"Thank you, sir! Thank you, sir!" Jin Shazai's face immediately lit up with joy, his gratitude overflowing. It was clearly not an act; it seemed that this dull fellow was not one to feign affection.

Xiao Bei further explained that Jin Sha Zai holds a pink ethnic minority ID card, which was naturally issued by a human trafficking group in Chiang Rai Province. Although this type of ID card does not enjoy formal national welfare, it is still much better than the "mountain people's ID card" which prevents them from leaving their settlement area at will, and the white temporary ID card of Chiang Rai Province.

He also had a simple cell phone and a phone card he had just gotten in Kawaguchi Prefecture, so that his employer could find him.

Zhou Hong didn't really care. Physical and firearms training was fine; he could always get a gun later. If any bandits targeted him and tried to kidnap him, they'd be caught off guard and suffer a great loss.

But we really need someone to run errands and do odd jobs around us.

As for Beckham directly calling Jinsha "dog," Jinsha didn't seem to mind. That might be related to tribal culture. In some tribes, dogs are synonymous with loyalty and are a form of praise.

Moreover, Jinshazai, a person like him, has seen a movie, Chen Laoshi's "Dog Bite Dog".

Gunmen in the Golden Triangle and Cambodia are notorious in Southeast Asia. They are the kind of people who grew up without enough to eat and, in order to avoid starvation, would kill someone as young as seven or eight for a steamed bun.

"Young Master Hong, I'll go settle him in!" Xiao Bei patted Jin Shazai on the shoulder and led him away.

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I waited for a while, but Xiao Bei didn't come back. He didn't answer my calls.

After glancing at the last text message from Sister Yu'er, Zhou Hong felt increasingly uneasy. He suddenly stood up, ready to pay the bill and leave.

Just as they reached the wide gate, the magnificent golden gate was pushed open, and two beautiful princesses with curvaceous figures, long legs, and fair skin walked in.

Zhou Hong didn't care at first, but when he looked up, he was suddenly stunned, as if struck by lightning. The tall, beautiful woman walking in front of him was... Sister Yu'er.

The girl I'm thinking about so much, Sister Yu'er...

Her makeup was a bit heavy, making her look both alluring and somewhat wild; Zhou Hong almost didn't recognize her at first.

With a startled cry, it was the princess behind Sister Yu'er who turned and ran away.

Yu'er stared blankly at Zhou Hong, frozen in place.

Zhou Hong subconsciously took a few steps back, his mind in turmoil. He took out his phone and dialed Xiao Bei, wanting to ask what was going on, and also trying to avoid the terrible encounter he couldn't describe at that moment.

Yes, it was terrifying. The sky collapsed and the earth cracked; everything went black before Zhou Hong's eyes.

They didn't even know when, but Sister Yu'er also left in a daze.

At this moment, Beckham finally answered the phone, chuckling, "Surprised? Unexpected?"

Zhou Hong really wanted to slap the system. This was the system's amazing translation, playing a joke on him. Xiao Bei's original words probably meant something similar, like giving him a surprise, but definitely not in such a rude way.

"What exactly happened?" Zhou Hong's voice lowered.

Xiao Bei was taken aback, as if she had done something wrong? She immediately tried to avoid taking the blame and hurriedly said, "Mary will tell you, you can ask her. Hello? The signal is bad, no..." The call ended.

Zhou Hong then realized that Sister Yu'er was also missing. He shook his head, feeling confused and unsure of what to think.

After a while, the grand door of the luxurious private room was pushed open, and Mary, a beautiful young woman wearing a red halter dress and black fishnet stockings that tightly hugged her snow-white and sexy legs, strode in.

She asked Zhou Hong to sit back on the sofa, and sat down right next to him, her beautiful legs in black fishnet stockings rubbing against his thighs without any hesitation.

The elasticity is pretty good. Zhou Hong then wanted to slap himself. He was acting strangely all day. It was too weird!

At this moment, Mary took out two file folders. "Chairman Hong is a distinguished guest of my club, so the information of the two girls arranged for you is, in principle, not shown to you if Chairman Hong has not signed a wife-renting agreement, but I will make an exception."

Zhou Hong nodded, understanding why the club created files for the girls. The main purpose was to show authenticity and make big clients feel they were getting their money's worth, rather than paying a lot of money for what they considered to be seasoned veterans in the sex industry.

Zhou Hong opened the file marked "New Number 1," which was Yu'er's file.

The Chinese government-sponsored student, 19 years old, claims she has never had a boyfriend. If the goods do not match the description, the customer will return them, and the club will also seek compensation from her.

Zhou Hong's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly understood why Sister Yu'er's behavior was so strange in the afternoon, and why she said that the final bottom line could not be crossed.

Because Mary specifically prepared the girl for herself, and according to the traditional thinking of Chinese men, a naturally pure girl would be more expensive.

If Sister Yu'er is eventually found to have fabricated the story, the consequences will be unimaginable. Mary must have emphasized this point to Sister Yu'er.

This afternoon, Yu'er wanted to vent her emotions but was trapped by the contract terms in the darkness, constantly reminded that she was now a commodity. How desperate must she have felt?

The file contains a brief overview of Sister Yu'er's background, mainly to give clients a general understanding.

It also included a wife rental agreement for one year at a cost of $70,000.

Of course, this is the money that the client needs to pay to the club; how much Yu'er receives is unknown.

The records also show that Sister Yu'er signed the agreement with the club to raise funds for her father's surgery.

Also included was a copy of Yu'er's father's mid-stage pancreatic cancer medical report, in Chinese, with a local translation.

In this way, customers will feel that the price is worthwhile and will be willing to spend money. The school beauty who was forced to sell herself to save her father in her suffering is of noble character and high education. Who would not pity her?

Pancreatic cancer... So that's why Sister Yu'er has been so depressed lately. In the end, she chose this path to save her father.

Mid-stage pancreatic cancer seems to have a high success rate for surgery, but it requires a team of experts from a major hospital and costs a lot. Moreover, even if the surgery is successful, Yu'er's father will need to take medication for life and will basically become a disabled person who can only rest. Various targeted drugs to maintain survival are very expensive. In this way, a family can be ruined.

Even so, Sister Yu'er was willing to sell herself to save her father, even if it meant carrying that burden for the rest of her life.

Zhou Hong thought to himself in a daze, and sighed inwardly. No wonder he was my childhood dream girl and the idol of all the children in the village.

Thinking it over, he picked up file number 2, intending to throw it back to Mary, but then he suddenly remembered the exclamation and how number 2 fled in panic. With a slight thought, he opened file number 2.

Speechless. Sure enough, it really was her, the class beauty of his language class, his nominal ex-girlfriend, the little green tea Liu Ying.

According to the file, the victim was scammed while studying abroad and needed to pay tuition fees. He borrowed 40 baht from the club, so he signed a contract with the club to work there to repay the money, including the principal and interest.

Sure enough, you'd rather die than go back and be laughed at, preferring to become a hostess. But tuition is 5 RMB, and if you borrow 40 baht, that's 8 RMB. So, since you've already embarked on this path, why not borrow more money for spending money? Typical you!

Is it really that hard for you to get 5 RMB from Bin Baiwan using your "green tea" persona? It's hard to understand.

Closing the two files, Zhou Hong looked at Mary and asked, "How much money did Sister Yu'er get from this agreement?"

Mary immediately smiled without saying a word. "Mr. Hong, this is a trade secret. Originally, we could ask the parties involved after the contract was signed, but you are our major client. Manager Beda and I have always had a pleasant working relationship. These two were specially selected for you. We only charge the cost price. The amount paid to Miss Number One is 200 million baht."

Zhou Hong nodded. For a transaction of nearly 40 US dollars, or 5 RMB, the commission for the Fast 5 Club was indeed not high.

That being said, top-tier international students from China are rare commodities; if you don't offer them a high enough price, they won't agree.

Zhou Hong took out his Citibank checkbook and wrote a check for $6, hoping to make a little profit for the person.

Upon seeing the numbers, Mary's eyes lit up: "Chairman Hong is so generous!"

Just as he was about to hand the check and file number 2 to Mary, he said, "I don't want number 2."

But then I thought, they're compatriots after all, and she's the goddess in the eyes of the Chinese boys in the language class. If she were to be defiled by a foreigner, I just wouldn't feel right.

Moreover, if she returned File No. 2, it would be tantamount to telling Mary that she disliked File No. 2. Mary, being the kind of person she was, would probably deliberately torment Liu Ying, and that kind of torment would not be the kind of minor venting she imagined.

He then tore up the check, wrote down an amount of $7, and handed it to Mary: "The loan for number 2 has already started accruing interest, daily interest, right?"

"Never mind, thank you, Chairman Hong!" Mary happily accepted the check. After all, the club's accounts reflected her performance, and it wouldn't be good to lose money. Even though it was an important client of the group that Xiao Bei had repeatedly emphasized, and a special member of the club who had directly recharged $20, today's transaction was a gift to the client. Originally, she could only charge the cost price and not make more money, but she still had to make a little less.

Standing to the side, Mary touched the walkie-talkie hanging on her round little bottom and whispered something.

A little while later, the grand gate was pushed open, and two graceful figures walked in.

Zhou Hong was stunned. He saw that both Yu'er and Liu Ying were wrapped in black robes. After they entered the room, the girl behind them pulled off their black robes from behind.

Immediately, two graceful, snow-white figures dressed in sexy schoolgirl outfits appeared before Zhou Hong. Both were sailor uniforms that were slightly transparent, and Yu'er's pair of snow-white breasts and nipples were faintly visible. Her long legs in white stockings were full of allure at this moment.

Liu Ying's figure is slightly less impressive than that of Yu'er, but it is still remarkable and extremely alluring.

Zhou Hong quickly turned his gaze away, only to see Mary winking at him as if she "understood" him, which made him both laugh and cry.