Old Deng awakens: He starts by eliminating the yoga pants in the county town!

"Lin County?"

Zhao Pengfei exhaled a breath of alcohol, his eyes darting around with a hint of impatience.

"What good stuff could you possibly find in that run-down place? Don't try to fool me with those mediocre women."

The bald boss chuckled and quickly took a half-step closer.

"Young Master Zhao, this time it's definitely different!"

His shiny brow was brimming with excitement, and his voice, lowered a few decibels, carried an unspoken, lewd undertone.

"That new place called 'Nightfall' has come up with a new trick. You don't need anything else to get in, just a thousand yuan entrance fee. The games inside are called 'blind bidding'!"

Zhao Pengfei raised an eyebrow.

The bald boss rubbed his hands together and began gesturing wildly, spitting as he spoke.

"There's a separate, dark hall inside, and the small stage is completely covered by red curtains. You can't see what anyone looks like at all; you can only see a section of their ankle and half a leg!"

"Just look at this half-leg, bid with your tablet! Highest bidder wins! Prices range from a few hundred to several thousand."

"Draw the curtain after the final decision is made!"

"If I have a good eye and capture a masterpiece, I'll make a fortune tonight! But if I capture a monster..."

He chuckled twice.

"Then you have to accept the loss and take it with you!"

This thrilling, gambling-like feeling instantly struck a nerve with Zhao Pengfei.

"That's interesting."

Zhao Pengfei rubbed his face hard, the alcohol rising in his head, and slammed his hand on the table.

"Let's go! Lead the way!"

Ten minutes later.

Downstairs at the Royal Dynasty Hotel, several Mercedes-Benz cars lined up in a row, their engines roaring, speeding towards the neighboring county.

Lin Dawei sat in the back row of the factory director's horse, his expression unchanged.

What he needs to do now is to steadily infiltrate Zhao Pengfei's circle, look for opportunities, and find weaknesses.

One hour later.

The convoy stopped in front of a high-end clubhouse on the outskirts of the neighboring county.

The neon sign is flashing and looks unremarkable on the outside, but there is a lot of surprises inside.

Several factory managers rushed to swipe their cards at the entrance.

Without even blinking, they escorted Zhao Pengfei and Lin Dawei into the private underground hall, charging a threshold fee of one thousand yuan per person.

Walk through the dimly lit corridor and push open the door to the private room.

The lighting inside was dim and ambiguous.

The private room was extremely large, with a small round platform about half a meter high directly in front of it.

The round platform was covered with a wine-red goose down carpet, and the surrounding area was completely covered by heavy, dark curtains, leaving only a gap about twenty centimeters from the platform.

A row of tablet computers sits on the coffee table.

As soon as everyone sat down, a low, warning tone suddenly came from the speakers in the private room.

Followed by.

The lights on the round platform in front suddenly turned on, shining on the lower half of the curtain.

Two feet wearing black stilettos appeared silently in the gap.

The entire private room fell silent instantly, and all the men's breathing quickened.

His gaze was fixed intently on the area beneath the curtain.

Those were a pair of very fleshy calves.

Her skin was fair, and the muscles in her calves were slightly taut from wearing high heels, exuding a voluptuousness unique to mature women.

On her fair ankle, there was a striking number: "3".

"Gulp."

The bald boss next to him swallowed hard, eagerly grabbed a tablet, and shoved it into Lin Dawei's hand.

"Mr. Lin, those legs are definitely top-quality, perfectly ripe! Consider this my treat as a gift for you!"

He quickly typed a number into the tablet.

The auction price instantly popped up on the screen: 1,500 yuan.

The countdown has started in ten seconds.

The numbers kept flashing.

The atmosphere in the private room was brought to its peak.

Lin Dawei's eyes were deep, and he remained silent as he leaned back on the sofa.

He could tell that although the calf was fleshy, the frame was a bit wide, and the owner of the leg was probably overweight.

ten.

Nine.

……

Three! Two! One!

make a deal!

With a crisp "ding," the curtain slowly rose amidst the eager gazes of the men.

Thighs, waist, neckline...

She wasn't as fat as Lin Dawei thought; on the contrary, she was only slightly chubby, and could be considered a top-tier slightly chubby person.

Everyone craned their necks, waiting to catch a glimpse of the exquisite beauty.

But when that face was fully exposed to the spotlight, the atmosphere in the entire private room suddenly froze.

Her thighs were indeed plump and alluring, tightly bound by a bodycon skirt.

But that face was flat, with a flat nose, the kind of face you wouldn't notice in a crowd.

That's what makes this gameplay so ruthless!

A killer back view, a master of photo deception!

The bald boss's face twitched violently twice, so embarrassed he wished he could disappear into a crack in the ground.

"Mr. Lin... Mr. Lin, this... I..."

The bald boss was rambling incoherently.

"It's okay, I'll accept the consequences of my bet."

Lin Dawei casually picked up the ice water on the coffee table and took a sip.

"Just sit down and pour the drinks."

The girl in number 3 knew that her appearance was a disadvantage, so she timidly walked off the stage and obediently huddled next to Lin Dawei, opening bottles of wine and pouring water.

Just then.

The curtain on the stage fell again, and the lights flickered.

A second pair of feet gently stepped onto the goose down carpet.

Zhao Pengfei was about to light a cigarette when his gaze swept over the area, and he froze instantly, not even noticing the flame of the lighter burning his finger.

Absolutely amazing!

Those were feet wearing transparent, rhinestone-studded sandals.

The arch of the foot exhibits an extremely exaggerated yet sexy curve, with well-proportioned bones and muscles.

His calves were straight and long, with lines as if sculpted by a top artist, without an ounce of excess fat.

A thin red string was tied around her ankle, and below the string was a number: "7".

Just looking at that half of her legs, she's an absolutely stunning beauty!

Zhao Pengfei's Adam's apple bobbed wildly.

He grabbed the tablet, and without even blinking, typed in two thousand!

"two thousand."

Zhao Pengfei threw the tablet on the table, leaned back arrogantly on the sofa, and exhaled a smoke ring.

Just as the countdown reached five seconds...

The tablet emitted a piercing alarm.

The numbers on the screen jumped wildly, and were immediately pushed up to three thousand by a bidder from another private room!

Zhao Pengfei's face instantly darkened.

"Damn it! How dare you steal meat from me?"

He sat up abruptly, slammed his finger on the tablet, and typed in the maximum limit.

Eight thousand!

The numbers were frozen on the screen.

Ten-second countdown is over!

make a deal!

Zhao Pengfei sneered, flicked off his cigarette ash, and stared intently at the curtain on the stage.

brush.

The wine-red curtain was fully raised.

The spotlight converges.

A woman wearing a black halter-neck silk dress stood on the stage.

Her skin was so white it glowed, and her collarbones were deep.

The most deadly thing is that face.

She had a pair of foxy eyes with upturned corners, and her gaze was naturally alluring and languid.

Her red lips were slightly parted, like a ripe cherry.

There are no misleading photos!

This is absolutely the grand finale of the entire event!

Heavy breathing filled the private room, and the factory managers stared wide-eyed.

"Damn, that's amazing."

"Young Master Zhao has indeed been with countless women."

"Young Master Zhao's eye for talent is undeniable; his first purchase was top-notch!"

Zhao Pengfei stared intently at the top performer on the stage, his gaze now blatantly aggressive.

He had even already planned how to torment this thorny rose tonight.

The stunningly beautiful woman swayed gracefully down the stage with a cat-like gait and sat down directly next to Zhao Pengfei.

A delicate fragrance wafted over.

Zhao Pengfei was about to reach out and embrace her exquisitely slender waist.

boom!

The heavy double doors of the private room were kicked open from the outside!

The loud noise startled the factory managers inside, who nearly smashed their wine glasses.

Outside.

Four burly men stood there.

The man at the head of the group had a shiny shaved head, a thick gold chain around his neck, and a large gold watch that gleamed in the dim corridor light.

He had half a cigarette between his teeth, and his open floral shirt revealed a large, dark blue dragon tattoo that extended over his shoulder.

It carries a strong sense of江湖 (jianghu, a term referring to the world of martial arts and chivalry) and ruthlessness.

"Which blind bastard is that?!"

The bald man had a face full of scars and his eyes were like knives as he fiercely swept over everyone in the private room.

"They even dared to steal the number 7 spot that I had my eye on?"

The bald man raised his foot and slammed his big leather shoe heavily on the edge of the coffee table.

A loud crash.

Several bottles of expensive foreign liquor rolled to the ground and shattered, scattering glass shards everywhere.

"In this small town of Lin County, who the hell doesn't know that number 7 is the woman Brother Hei has already decided on tonight?"

The bald man spat out his cigar, pointed at Zhao Pengfei, and looked fierce.

"If you don't want to die, hand over the woman, then kowtow and beg for forgiveness, and get out!"

The atmosphere in the private room instantly plummeted to freezing point.

The factory managers, who had been spouting nonsense just moments before, now huddled in the corner of the sofa like quails with their necks pinched, not daring to breathe.

This bald guy looks like a local tyrant.

Even a powerful dragon can't suppress a local snake, let alone someone from out of town.

But they forgot.

Sitting in the middle is Zhao Pengfei, a fearless and mischievous troublemaker.

Zhao Pengfei's eyes suddenly turned cold.

He didn't take these local bullies seriously at all. He had been a big shot in the county since he was a child. When did it become anyone else's turn to steal his woman?

"Old Lin!"

Zhao Pengfei leaned back and arrogantly lit a cigarette.

"Teach these bastards some manners."