Chapter 239: Chapter 239: Offering Male Model Services for a Fee
Sang Ning still had a weak psychological defense line in her heart.
She had an intern boyfriend now. Was touching a male model behind Li Juezhou’s back considered cuckolding him?
But this weak defense line quickly crumbled; she was just casually feeling and experiencing.
Li Juezhou probably wouldn’t mind, right?
Sang Ning slowly moved through the crowd, heading towards the area where the muscle men were dancing.
She wasn’t sure if it was her imagination, but she always felt a gaze following her.
Sang Ning looked around but didn’t notice anything unusual.
Whew—
Sang Ning finally breathed a sigh of relief; so this was what it felt like to have a guilty conscience.
She must be crazy to associate it with Li Juezhou.
Sang Ning finally squeezed past the enthusiastic women.
In the large crowd of muscular men, there was one guy who was left out.
Sang Ning looked him over; this guy was just a little more muscular, but whether it was his face or height, he wasn’t the type the ladies would like.
Those who could afford to spend at the Blue Sea Bar were wealthy ladies with some assets.
With money, naturally, they wanted something good to indulge in.
The competition among the other muscular guys was too fierce, each one surrounded by three or four ladies like hungry wolves.
Only this guy, no matter how hard he tried to strike a pose, no one would come up to tease him.
Sang Ning walked up to him and politely said, "Hey handsome, may I touch you?"
She wasn’t sure if it was her imagination, but after she said that, the guy’s eyes seemed to light up.
That look of eagerness seemed like he was desperate for someone to get handsy with him.
"Sure! Lovely lady, feel free to touch anywhere you want!" The muscular guy’s voice was trembling with excitement.
Sang Ning suddenly didn’t feel guilty about teasing a good guy; it was a mutual willingness, purely for fun.
Even though Sang Ning felt fearless, doing something like this for the first time inevitably made her a little nervous.
Under the expectant gaze of the muscular guy, she raised her right hand, and like a slow-motion scene in a movie, slowly moved her palm towards his chest.
Just as her hand was a hair’s breadth away from the muscular guy’s chest, a disruptive voice suddenly rang in her ear.
"Lovely lady, are you charging by the count, or by the hour?"
???
Sang Ning raised her head slowly with a ’what the heck’ expression: "What do you mean?"
Her voice was calm but laced with a strong sense of inquiry.
The guy flashed a standard eight-teeth grin at Sang Ning and explained, "Lovely lady, touching us is a separate charge. A single touch is 666, a minute is 9,999, and a single touch is calculated by keeping your hand on my muscles for no more than 3 seconds."
Sang Ning was about to explode; why didn’t he just go rob? This was faster than making money as a gigolo!
While Sang Ning’s face gradually fell, the guy was still diligently laying out the cost-benefit analysis: "Lovely lady, most other clients directly choose the minute-long 9,999 package; it’s more economical. I suggest you go with this option, too."
The guy was dreaming of finally making a deal tonight, thinking that this well-dressed lady would surely keep touching him for over half an hour.
He would rake it in tonight for sure!
Little did he know, standing before him was a real-life penniless Sang Ning.
Sang Ning had completely abandoned the idea of trying; with a cold face, she glared at the guy and said mercilessly: "If you want to make dirty money, I suggest you just go be a gigolo. At least you’d be exerting some physical effort, way better than openly robbing here."
The guy’s face darkened along with hers; among the brothers on this dance floor, which one wasn’t out here letting these wealthy ladies feel them up as a way to get the full down payment on a house or car?
The guy’s values were already twisted; he didn’t think it was his fault but rather saw through Sang Ning’s real nature.
This freaking girl was just a broke loser, complaining about a few hundred or thousands here.
"If you’re not gonna touch, get out of here and stop blocking other ladies from pampering me!" The guy had no patience left, not even bothering with a fake smile.
Sang Ning realized, theoretically, this guy, despite his bad appearance, had muscles so firm that someone would definitely want to come and feel them.
Yet, no one did! Turns out, all of them were charging for these services, no wonder no one paid him any attention.
The guy wasn’t willing to extend basic courtesy and respect, so Sang Ning activated her venomous tongue: "Dude, being a guy with looks and muscles, if you’re finding it hard to make ends meet, you should change your profession quickly, or you’ll end up starving."
"Stupid cheapskate, if you don’t want to spend money, then get lost, you’re an eyesore!" This time the guy didn’t even bother glancing at her.
Scheming cheapskate, she shouldn’t think she could trick him into letting her touch for free!
His cousin had said that young guys like him were favored by the wealthy ladies in nightclubs, and as long as he worked hard, making a million a year wasn’t a dream!
He had paid thirty thousand yuan as an entry fee to his cousin to have the chance to get into the Blue Sea Bar.
Although he couldn’t contact his cousin now, it wasn’t a problem; it had only been two days. Given some time, he would surely become the star of Blue Sea Bar!
This cheapskate, what insight could she have?
Sang Ning saw Wen Jiu still touching the muscle men, feeling pained for her.
1, 2, 3, 4...
Damn, Wen Jiu must have touched for at least ten minutes now!
Jeez! Hundreds of thousands are just gone like that!
Spoiling things, truly spoiling things!
Wait, what if Wen Jiu didn’t know that touching people was a hidden cost?
Thinking of this, Sang Ning couldn’t stay calm, quickly moving to Wen Jiu’s side and grabbing her wrist: "Xiao Jiu, do you know that touching is an extra charge?"
Suddenly interrupted, Wen Jiu paused for a moment, then smiled: "I know, but this guy was honest, gave me a super low discount price, and only charged me 19,999 for ten minutes. Isn’t that a great deal?"
"..."
Sang Ning’s wordlessness was almost spilling out into the sky, what a great deal, such a great deal that she wanted to kneel before Wen Jiu!
As for Xi Meina, it goes without saying. She was a standard rich second generation; things like this were probably just a spending pastime for her.
Sang Ning worried about Wang Qiuhong, wasn’t Wang Qiuhong also often complaining about being poor?
If she knew the hefty price of touching these men, she would probably be banging her head against a wall in regret.
In the spirit of humanitarianism, Sang Ning still leaned over to Wang Qiuhong’s ear and reminded her: "Qiuqiu, touching male models is charged separately. Can you not let the muscles cloud your judgment, and keep a close watch on your wallet!"
The muscle guy that Wang Qiuhong encountered was entirely to her liking, and while Sang Ning was talking, she was gazing at him infatuatedly.
She somehow misheard everything, not catching a single word Sang Ning said.
"Sangsang, what? You don’t have the money to touch male models? I’ll treat you to ten seconds!"
Sang Ning: "..."