Becoming a Billionaire after Divorce-Chapter 593 - 205: Mixed-Gender Bathhouse Experience in the Little Day
The girl crying for help saw the two ’suckers’ standing there foolishly watching the excitement, and felt a burst of joy in her heart, thinking she was saved this time.
There just happened to be two scapegoats to take the blame for a while, allowing her to cleverly slip away during this brief period.
Was her idea correct?
Of course!
At this very moment, in a dangerous situation.
For her, this was the optimal solution.
As for what kind of tragic end the two ’suckers’ would meet while taking the blame for her, that was not something she considered.
Who told you to come out and watch the fun without wearing helmets?
"Mr. Sun, what should we do?" Ozawa Masami, a naive urban elite who has worked in an office since graduation, had no skills to handle such a sudden situation. She clung to Sun Dasheng’s arm, shaking it non-stop, while the large Lei on her chest swung in panic, brushing against him.
Feeling the softness on his arm, Sun Dasheng’s mind wandered.
Fortunately, he had emptied the bullets earlier, and now he was in a sage-like state.
Faced with the girl running for help, he unhesitatingly stretched out his long leg.
"Ah!~"
A surprised scream rang out.
The girl crying for help fell among those pursuing her, with a big footprint clearly visible on her chest.
"I’m just here for the show, bye-bye." Sun Dasheng held Ozawa Masami’s hand and turned to leave.
Thought you could use me?
Heh heh...
Think again.
"Leader, what should we do? Should we bring them back?" A Yakuza underling eagerly asked.
"Baka!"
The leader responded with a sharp rebuke: "Idiot, don’t complicate things for me."
"Hai!"
The scolded underling immediately bowed in apology.
But the unwillingness was clearly visible in his eyes.
The leader, observing this, advised him: "Just look, he’s clearly one of those respectable gentlemen from above, not someone we can mess with, understood?"
"Ah?" The underlings looked at the leader in surprise.
As if all wanting to know how he could tell.
The leader smiled proudly: "I’ve had the privilege of visiting the Wealthy Family with the president and learned a Chinese saying: there’s always someone better."
"I used to think we Yakuza were awesome, but it turns out we’re just the black gloves of those chaebols, disposable after use."
His voice lowered as he finished speaking.
As if he thought of something sad from the past.
"Leader, are you okay?"
Seeing his heartless underlings, the leader smiled secretly, thinking it might be best to remain a frog in a well, free from worries.
He waved his hand: "Bring them back for a good lesson, daring to run away. They’re our organization’s cash cows, and if the president finds out, there will be no good consequences for us. No one is to disclose this matter, understood?"
"Hai."
"Should we take care of the witnesses here?" an underling worriedly asked.
The leader kicked the underling discontentedly: "Trying to complicate things again? Who dares meddle in Ji Family Association’s business? Do they have a death wish?"
"Hurry up and get to work."
"Hai."
...
In the tram.
Sun Dasheng looked around.
Ozawa Masami couldn’t help but ask: "What are you looking for?"
Sun Dasheng withdrew his gaze and said regretfully: "Didn’t see any filming camera, what a pity."
As a native, Ozawa Masami certainly understood the implication behind his words.
Her face immediately turned red.
She stammered to explain: "Mr. Sun, what you saw in those are just movie plots, not real. Here in Little Day, there aren’t as many train molesters as you think."
Being exposed for his thoughts, Sun Dasheng wasn’t embarrassed at all, because his face was thick enough to build a city wall.
"Is that so? Then I misunderstood."
"Sorry about that."
With Sun Dasheng apologizing so directly, Ozawa Masami was quite surprised because in her career, even when superiors are wrong, they’re always right.
Apologize?
Don’t even think about it.
So, Sun Dasheng’s offhand apology made her feel a strange sensation spread throughout her body, and she looked at him with an even more enchanted gaze.
Mr. Sun indeed is a man a hundred times more remarkable than the local men.
"It’s okay, it’s not your fault for misunderstanding, it’s the fault of those making adult films, spreading wrong values abroad, they’re all non-nationals."
Ozawa Masami spoke with gritted teeth against those making adult films.
Because a good friend of hers from middle school was deceived by those damn guys into making them, and consequently fell from grace.
This isn’t hard to understand.
The ordinary person’s monthly salary here is around 300,000 yen, and for white-collar workers, 600,000 yen.
But those actresses earning about a million yen a month with ease.
And if they’re like Qin Fen, and work a few shifts at a bubble bathhouse, well, the salary could double or triple, reaching a few million a month.
Just like the upscale bubble bathhouse Sun Dasheng frequented, charging 100,000 yen an hour, with each hour being 120 minutes.
Miss Caihua told him that she could take 60% from it, netting 60,000 yen.
Even if she only came for one shift a day, that would still be 1.8 million yen a month.
Easy money made while lying down.
Once accustomed to such easy money, how could one be content with an ordinary job that earns 300,000 yen a month for backbreaking work?
The answer is obviously no, which is why if these actresses don’t learn to save money, their later years are concerning.
Especially in this age of rampant consumerism.
Their money comes fast and easy, so it naturally slips away just as quickly.
Listening to Ozawa Masami recount the sad experiences of these "teachers," he silently mourned for them.
