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

The girl with red hair looked to be only eighteen or nineteen years old. She had bright red hair, heavy makeup, and wore a skirt that was so short it was practically invisible, revealing her two pale, white thighs. She obediently walked over, sat down next to Su Ming, picked up a beer bottle from the table, and poured him a glass.

"Ming-ge, have a drink." She handed him the glass with a smile, her voice sickeningly sweet.

Su Ming took the wine glass, and without any hesitation, clinked it with Bao Yazhong's glass and downed it in one gulp.

After downing a glass of wine, a burning sensation ran from his throat all the way to his stomach. He put down the glass, about to speak, when he suddenly felt something moving on his thigh.

He looked down and saw that the red-haired girl's hand was on his thigh, gently touching it.

Su Ming was startled, as if he had been burned, and he quickly pulled back and pushed her hand away.

"Oh my, Ming is shy!" The red-haired girl giggled, not feeling embarrassed at all.

Bao Yazhong, watching from the side, couldn't help but laugh. He exhaled a smoke ring and chuckled, "Buddy, take it easy. I paid to hire this guy to serve you, so feel free to touch him as much as you like, don't be shy. If you don't like this one, we'll find another. If these aren't good enough, I'll call a few more over for you to choose from."

Su Ming quickly waved his hand: "No need, no need, really no need."

Bao Yazhong thought he was just being polite, so he advised, "Brother, don't be shy. When you're out having fun, you have to let loose. Feel free to touch any of these girls tonight. If that's not enough, you can take them to a hotel. I'll pay for everything."

Su Ming was both amused and exasperated. He waved his hand again, his attitude firm: "Brother Zhong, I really don't have that idea."

He was telling the truth.

The girl in front of me, with her red hair, was heavily made up, reeking of cheap perfume, and was just average-looking. Compared to my cousin's wife, a natural beauty, she was worlds apart; compared to Lin Shumei, a mature and charming young woman, she was far inferior; even Yang Tian, ​​a pure and lovely factory beauty, could outshine her by leaps and bounds.

How could he possibly have feelings for a woman like that?

Seeing that he seemed genuinely uninterested in the girl, Bao Yazhong rolled his eyes and smiled as he changed the subject.

"Dude, looks like all you care about is money." He crossed his legs, a cigarette dangling from his lips, and gave him a knowing look.

Su Ming laughed, picked up his glass and took another sip: "You were absolutely right. All I've been thinking about is making money. Perfect timing, I was just about to ask you for some advice on how to get rich."

Upon hearing this, Bao Yazhong became even more enthusiastic. He sat up straight, stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray, and adopted a posture of imparting knowledge and resolving doubts.

"Get rich? It's easy!" He counted on his fingers, "First, you need courage; second, you need connections. If you have either one, you can get rich."

Upon hearing this, Su Ming shook his head and gave a wry smile: "I have no other matters now, only courage left."

Bao Yazhong stared at him with wide eyes and an incredulous expression, as if he were looking at a fool.

"Dude, you call this 'it's okay'?" He pointed at Su Ming, his voice rising eight octaves. "Even Fei Ma from the Hunan gang gives you some leeway, and you call this 'it's okay'? You fucking have some kind of misunderstanding about the meaning of 'it's okay'?"

Su Ming paused for a moment, then didn't reply.

Bao Yazhong continued, "Brother, as long as you're a little quick-witted and a little bold, roll up your sleeves and work hard, making money will be like child's play."

Su Ming gritted his teeth and sighed. He thought of the three thousand ICs and the 285,000 yuan hole, and his heart tightened.

"Right now, I just want to make quick money, a lot of money." He looked at Bao Yazhong with a hint of urgency in his eyes, "Ideally, I'd like to earn hundreds of thousands a month."

"Hundreds of thousands?" Bao Yazhong was startled, almost dropping his cigarette. "Dude, your appetite is too big, isn't it? But..."

He paused, a mysterious smile appearing on his face, leaned closer, and lowered his voice, saying, "If you have the capital, and business is good, earning hundreds of thousands a month isn't impossible."

Su Ming's eyes lit up, and he quickly asked, "What kind of approach?"

Bao Yazhong didn't rush to answer. Instead, he smiled and put his arm around the energetic young woman next to him, giving her thigh a hard pinch.

"Ah!" The girl screamed and playfully punched him.

Bao Yazhong burst into laughter, pointed at the girl, and said to Su Ming, "See? Find a few more women like that who know how to moan, and you can earn tens of thousands in one night."

Su Ming was stunned.

Bao Yazhong continued, "Open a club for men, find dozens of beautiful, well-built girls, and provide entertainment for those lustful men. You can easily earn tens of thousands a night. Think about it, one girl charges 400 per hour, three hours a night is 1200. Ten girls is 12,000, thirty is 36,000. Even if you only make half, you'll still take over 10,000. In a month, that's easily several hundred thousand!"

Su Ming frowned after hearing this.

He remembered Ma Xiaomei from the quality control department, whom he had met at the movie theater that day; he remembered how skillfully she took off her clothes; and he remembered the things she had said.

This is basically running a brothel!

He shook his head, his tone hesitant: "This thing...it must cost a lot of money, right?"

Bao Yazhong nodded, looking serious. "Definitely. Opening a club requires not only capital but also connections. You definitely have connections, brother, but I don't know if you have enough capital. To get this kind of thing up and running, you need at least a million to start."

Upon hearing the word "million," Su Ming immediately deflated. He quickly shook his head: "I don't have that much money."

Bao Yazhong's eyes darted around, and he came up with another idea.

"How about this, let's open a Wenzhou city together." He leaned closer, lowered his voice, and began to analyze at length, "I'll take care of bringing you girls. If I, Bao Yazhong, want to get my hands on girls with long legs, twenty or thirty is definitely no problem."

He counted on his fingers: "In Wenzhou, we cater to the sexual needs of those migrant workers, doing things that are borderline, like touching, helping them release their sexual repression. A single hour easily earns a hundred yuan, and an hour is only forty-five minutes, very quick. Twenty girls, each doing five hours a day, that's ten thousand yuan. Split in half with the girls, that's five thousand a day. That's fifteen thousand a month. After deducting rent and such, at least fourteen thousand. If we split it equally, we'd each get seventy thousand."

He got more and more excited as he spoke, his eyes practically sparkling: "If we open two stores, wouldn't that be a sure thing for over ten thousand a month? This thing has low costs, is easy to operate, and most importantly, it's about finding connections. If we find connections, we can just put out thirty thousand a month for 'greasing palms,' and we can still each get around one hundred thousand a month."

Su Ming was stunned.

The red-haired girl beside him got excited and chimed in, "Brother Ming, I heard you're really powerful, even the Hunan gang is afraid of you. You're perfectly capable of opening a whole city in Wenzhou. Once it's up and running, I'll help you get girls. Don't worry, I have the connections."

Su Ming looked at the man and woman in front of him, both of them more excited than the other, and his heart was filled with complicated feelings.

This is just pimping, isn't it?