621: Chapter 610 621: Chapter 610 At that time, in the Sunan Suburb, within a stretch of continuous mountains, a mansion modeled after European and American estates was brightly lit, and bulky men in black clothes occasionally patrolled around the estate.
This place was the private estate of Sunan’s wealthiest, Brother Xin Dong.
Almost everything that met the eye belonged to Xin Dong, including the several mountain peaks in the distance which were said to be bought by him to privately breed some wild animals for hunting excursions with friends.
At the front of the estate, there was a small man-made lake shimmering with light, teeming with various fish, and beside the lake stood a horse ranch.
Horse racing was Xin Dong’s greatest interest, so there were several horses of pure breed kept there.
All of this was the ultimate in luxury, though some had said it was out of step with the current social condition, removed from the broad masses of working people.
Others saw this and wanted to give Xin Dong a hard time, but under Xin Dong’s money and power, all dissatisfaction was insignificant; there were even rumors that Xin Dong had a trace of bloodline from one of the four major families in Beijing.
At that time, in a luxurious room within the estate, Xin Dong, appearing indolently weary, reclined on an archaic-looking chaise lounge, and a beautiful woman beside him occasionally massaged his muscles.
Next to Xin Dong lay another chaise lounge, upon which rested a breathtakingly handsome young man; his eyes gently closed, not letting anyone massage him.
The beautiful woman massaging Xin Dong couldn’t help but occasionally steal glances at the young man.
“If you like him, go ahead,” Xin Dong said with a smile.
The woman blushed and, looking down, whispered, “I dare not.”
“There’s nothing to fear.
I tell you, my brother here is from Beijing.
If you can catch his eye, that would be the blessing of your past life,” Xin Dong, glancing at the young man beside him, shouted, “Kirin, you still don’t have a date for tomorrow night’s banquet, do you?
How about her?
I haven’t touched her; she’s absolutely clean.”
The young man slowly opened his eyes and calmly said, “Brother Xin Dong, let’s not.
I have someone in mind.”
“Oh?
Who might that be?” Xin Dong asked curiously.
“I’ve already sent someone to invite her,” Kirin replied as he gently rocked the lounge chair, “You’ll meet her tomorrow night.”
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“Li Mu, what do you think of Song Yun?” Wang Xiong, leaning back on the couch with a cigarette dangling from his lips, his eyes half-closed, asked.
“He doesn’t seem politically shrewd or particularly knowledgeable, but he’s easy on the eyes.
To be noticed by Shen Yan, he must have something exceptional about him.” Next to Wang Xiong sat another young man, also holding a cigarette, though neither of them lit it.
This man was one of those who had ushered Shen Yan to wash away the dust of travel earlier that evening.
It was now past ten o’clock, and they had finished their meal and drink.
The local gentry of Sunan had already taken Shen Yan and Song Yun to the most famous bar in Sunan, Huangquan Bar, while Wang Xiong and Li Mu had stayed back for a prior engagement, asking the others to go ahead.
Listening to Li Mu, Wang Xiong’s eyes narrowed slightly.
He knew about Song Yun’s background because his drunk father had once told him, although whether this Song Yun was that Song Yun was uncertain.
However, Wang Xiong couldn’t afford to take risks himself.
It was better to let someone else take the lead.
“Later, when we head over to Su He’s, we’ll probe into this guy’s background further,” Li Mu, passing the unlit cigarette to a woman massaging his shoulders, who joyfully accepted it.
At that moment, an alluring woman walked in through the door.
“Chen Demon, took you long enough to come over!” Wang Xiong said, his voice tinged with dissatisfaction.
The glamorous woman appeared to be about 25 years old, seemingly ignoring Wang Xiong’s discontent, she lazily sat down on a couch nearby.
“My new boyfriend and I had a fight tonight.
I ended up kicking him out in a huff.
Sister here is single again.” The woman referred to as Chen Demon, had a beautiful melon-seed face and a pair of enchanting fox-like eyes that made her look quite the seductress.
Chen Demon sighed softly, took a slender cigarette from over her ear, lightly biting an end, and from beneath her silken, soft robe, she produced a small exquisite box of matches.
She struck a match lightly, and a wisp of blue smoke rose.
“Big Bear, there’s a stranger here, can you use my real name?
My name is Chen Yaojing.”
“My name is Xiong, not Bear, Demon.
You didn’t rush over the moment Brother Yan arrived tonight; it surprised all of us brothers.
Didn’t you say you were set to be his bride for life?
Why such little enthusiasm now?” Wang Xiong asked.
“Shen Yan can’t escape from my palm, what’s there to fear?” Chen Yaojing, like a true enchantress, those captivating fox-like eyes emitting a seductive charm, “I’m taking advantage of my youth; after I marry Shen Yan, I’ll really become a cloistered wife.”
“Are you so sure you can handle Shen Yan?” Wang Xiong asked curiously.
“Is there a woman I can’t handle these days, Big Bear old pal?” Chen Yaojing answered confidently with a smile.
“Alright, since you’re here, let’s go.
They’re at Huangquan,” Wang Xiong stood up, called over Li Mu, and walked out of the private room, while Chen Yaojing leisurely smoked her cigarette down to a third, then stubbed it out, handing it to the woman who had been massaging Li Mu.
“Next time I come, I’ll get it from you,” Chen Yaojing said lightly, then left Xiao Xiang Hall, getting into the Audi R8 waiting for her outside where Wang Xiong was.
Inside Huangquan Bar.
“Song Yun, come here for a sec,” Shen Yan called out to Song Yun, and Song Yun promptly got up and walked over to him.
“Didn’t I tell you last night?
I’m here to attend a contest called ‘Superwoman Talent Show.’ I figure we share similar interests, so I’m thinking of being a judge myself and I’ve gotten you a title too.
When you see a girl you like, you can just go for it.
How about it, looking out for you, huh?” Shen Yan said with a smirk.
“Damn, Shen Yan, you really know how to be a brother,” Song Yun exclaimed, surprised, “but I don’t know a whit about music, how am I supposed to be a judge?”
“That’s where you’re wrong.
These days, how many judges really understand what they’re judging?
Isn’t it all just bluffing?
, a comedian judging a singing contest, a stand-up comic judging films, a singer judging comedy skits; there’s no end to the nonsense.
I thought this gig would be fun and could get some under-the-table benefits, that’s why I specifically got you this title.
If you don’t want it, then I’ll just give it to Wang Xiong and the others; they’ve been begging me to give it to them,” Shen Yan explained.
“Okay, let me know when it starts, and count me in.
But make sure there are some high-quality girls, not just any Chrysanthemum or Sister Feng.
Although Sister Feng has slimmed down recently and looks rather enchanting, I’m not into that type,” Song Yun said with a sleazy laugh.
“Of course, coming out tonight shows how the producers are flattering me.
A friend in the editorial department told me that the girl coming tonight went through preliminaries and eliminations just to become my companion tonight.
You see, picking up girls is so simple when you have money and power,” Shen Yan said, full of himself, and nxiong nodded continuously.