My cousin-in-law helped me achieve my ambitions.

The young woman was startled by his imposing manner, and her smile became even more strained. She nodded repeatedly, "Brother, wait a moment, I'll call the boss over right away. I'm just an employee too."

Bao Yazhong nodded in satisfaction: "Okay, I'll wait for him here."

The young woman immediately hid in a corner to make a phone call.

Su Ming was completely confused. He leaned close to Bao Yazhong and whispered, "Brother Zhong, we're just watching a DVD, why do we need a little sister to put it on? Can't we just put it on ourselves? Why waste money like that?"

Bao Yazhong chuckled, his smile carrying a deeper meaning: "You don't understand. This shop is incredibly popular; they probably make five or six hundred yuan a day! It's all about the unique service they offer."

"Special services?" Su Ming was even more confused.

Bao Yazhong patted him on the shoulder: "You'll know when the boss arrives."

Su Ming could only nod, but he was even more curious.

How exactly does this store make money?

After waiting for about ten minutes, the roar of a motorcycle engine came from outside.

Immediately afterwards, a person pushed open the door and walked in.

Su Ming looked up and was stunned.

The man had bandages wrapped around his head, his face was covered in bruises, and his left eye was swollen; he looked like a wounded soldier who had just come from the battlefield. He was wearing a wrinkled T-shirt, walked with a limp, and looked utterly disheveled.

But Su Ming knew that face all too well.

Isn't this guy Wu Yumin, that unlucky fellow?

As soon as Wu Yumin entered the room, his gaze fell on Su Ming.

His face turned deathly pale instantly, his lips trembled, and his legs began to go weak.

He looked at Su Ming, then at Bao Yazhong standing next to Su Ming, and stood there frozen as if struck by lightning.

A few seconds later, he forced a smile that looked more like a grimace, walked towards Su Ming, and bowed obsequiously, saying, "Ming... Brother Ming, I was wrong. Please don't mess with me, okay?"

Su Ming frowned, both amused and exasperated: "How did I do anything to you?"

Wu Yumin assumed Su Ming had brought Bao Yazhong to cause him trouble, and his fear deepened. He clasped his hands together and bowed to Su Ming as if worshipping a Bodhisattva: "Brother Ming, please let me go! We can talk things over! I've only been running this shop for a little over a year; it hasn't been easy!"

Bao Yazhong, watching from the side, was completely bewildered and curiously looked at Wu Yumin: "You two know each other?"

Su Ming sneered, his tone indifferent: "It's more than just knowing each other. This bastard even had people beat me up the night before last."

Bao Yazhong was stunned for a moment, then reacted. He slapped Wu Yumin across the face with a crisp "smack," making Wu Yumin stagger.

"Damn it! So it was you who told Pegasus to beat up our Ming-ge?" Bao Yazhong's eyes widened in anger as he pointed at Wu Yumin's nose and cursed, "Are you blind? You dare to hit our Ming-ge? Don't you know Pegasus kneels before him?"

Wu Yumin covered his face, feeling utterly miserable!

He knew that Pegasus would kneel before Su Ming, and it was precisely because he knew this that he was even more afraid. He quickly nodded and smiled apologetically at Bao Yazhong, "I'm so sorry! I was wrong! I was really wrong!"

Bao Yazhong was just trying to scare him.

He was also very flustered, afraid that if he really taught Wu Yumin a lesson, Wu Yumin would call in the Hunan gang, which would be troublesome. Fei Ma was afraid of Su Ming, but he might not be afraid of Bao Ya Zhong.

Seeing Wu Yumin's sincere attitude in admitting his mistake, Bao Yazhong immediately changed his tune, smiling and saying, "Alright, alright, I'll give you a chance. Serve our Brother Ming well tonight."

He paused, then pointed upstairs: "Listen carefully, we've booked four private rooms here. Ming-ge wants one all to himself, so we'll arrange for someone to put DVDs on it for him later."

Upon hearing this, Wu Yumin's face immediately lit up with a bright smile, and he nodded vigorously, "Okay, okay! I'll arrange it right away! I guarantee Ming-ge will be satisfied!"

Bao Yazhong nodded in satisfaction, then turned and waved to the group of blond-haired boys and girls: "Let's go pick out some dishes!"

A group of people rushed to the shelf and began searching for discs.

Bao Yazhong picked out a few, all of them exciting and stimulating films, such as "When Peach Ripens," "Sex and Zen," and "The Monk with the Lamp," with colorful covers that clearly weren't serious movies.

Su Ming glanced at it, his face slightly flushed.

After selecting the DVDs, Bao Yazhong put his arm around the blond-haired girl named Xiaolan and headed upstairs. Reaching the top of the stairs, he turned back and pointed to the room next door, saying to Su Ming, "Brother Ming, your room is the big one. Go in first; someone will put the DVDs on for you in a bit."

After saying that, he put his arm around the girl and went into the next room, slamming the door shut.

Su Ming stood there, stunned for a few seconds, before finally pushing open the door to the next room.

The room wasn't large, but his was much bigger than the one next door, probably around ten square meters. The lighting was dim and ambiguous, and the walls were covered with movie posters. Against the wall stood a large Simmons bed with pink sheets that looked quite clean. Next to the bed was a small bedside table with an old-fashioned television and a DVD player on it.

What puzzled Su Ming even more was that there wasn't even a chair in the room.

He walked to the bedside and was about to sit down when he suddenly noticed a pack of tissues and a condom on the bedside table.

Su Ming's face turned red instantly.

He stared blankly at the two items, and suddenly something dawned on him.

This isn't a place to watch DVDs, it's clearly...

He dared not think any further.

Since we're already here, let's make the best of it.

Su Ming sat down on the edge of the bed and casually flipped through the DVDs on the table. There were quite a few serious movies, including "Fist of Legend," "Once Upon a Time in China," and "Shaolin Temple," mostly starring Jet Li.

He picked out a copy of "Fist of Legend," put it in the DVD player, picked up the remote, and prepared to enjoy the movie.

The dragon emblem appeared on the television screen, and the movie began.

Just then, a sound came from next door.

First came a soft moan from the woman, very soft, as if she was holding back something.

Then came the sound of a man's heavy breathing.

Then came the creaking sound of the bed frame shaking, the rhythm gradually increasing, like an old spring that could no longer bear the weight.

Su Ming's hand holding the remote control froze in mid-air.

He recognized the voices—it was Bao Yazhong and that blond girl.

Damn it, that bastard, he's got a taste for this... He hasn't done anything productive since he arrived!

Su Ming took a deep breath and turned up the TV volume.

Jet Li is engaged in a fierce fight with Chen Zhen on screen, with every punch landing hard and the movements clean and crisp.

But the noise from next door still drowned out the movie's sound effects.

The bed was shaking so badly it looked like it was about to fall apart, and the woman's voice was getting louder and louder, completely disregarding the issue of soundproofing.

Su Ming sat on the edge of the bed, clutching the remote control in his hand, his palms sweaty.

He stared at the TV screen, but his mind was filled with the noises coming from next door.

What the hell is this?!

He prayed silently in his heart: Let it end soon, let it end soon...

But the sound didn't stop; instead, it grew even more intense.

Su Ming sighed helplessly and turned the volume up a bit more.

On the screen, Jet Li delivers a spinning kick, sending his opponent flying.

He thought to himself: This place really does have "special services".

And now, sitting here waiting for that so-called "person in charge" to play the disc, I'm actually a little nervous.

Could it be... that we'll arrange that kind of service for him too?

As he was lost in thought, he suddenly heard footsteps outside the door, followed by a knock.

"Knock knock knock".

Su Ming's heart skipped a beat. He took a deep breath and said, "Come in."