711: Chapter 700 Stunned 711: Chapter 700 Stunned “Right, that’s how it is!
Every market needs a regulator, and when it’s something that can’t be handled from above, that’s where we come in.
That’s why my Shura Alliance has remained unscathed up to now, some people can’t do without us, and we can’t do without them, it’s mutually exploitative.”
Song Yun pushed the door open and walked out just in time to see a few middle-aged men storming in, looking furious.
As soon as these men entered the internet cafe, they looked around and then spotted a few kids with backpacks.
“Little brats, skipping school to play games?” one of the middle-aged men yelled, then charged over.
Song Yun and Xiao Hua left the internet cafe, with occasional sounds of cursing carrying from behind.
“This…
this is the lower end,” Song Yun, hands in his pockets, continued deeper into the street, “These are still the ones that can be seen in the light, I’ll show you some that can’t be.”
Xiao Hua shivered slightly, then resolutely followed behind Song Yun.
After about five minutes, Song Yun led Xiao Hua into a dimly lit street.
On both sides of the street were hair salons glowing with dim red lights, with women standing at the entrances, some looking older, around their thirties or forties, while others looked to be in their twenties.
Regardless of age, all their faces were marred by the harshness of life.
“Next, I’ll show you a world that’s even more helpless than what you’ve seen before,” Song Yun whispered.
“This is the red-light district,” Song Yun glanced around at the surrounding hair salons and said, “It looks like this place has been here for a long time.”
“Red…
red-light district?” Xiao Hua looked around uncomfortably, the women sitting at the storefronts or in front of the shops were all dressed revealingly, wearing low-cut tops and short skirts with black stockings, even though the temperature was already very low.
“Yep, this is the most famous red light district in Sunan,” Song Yun said with a smile, “To put it simply, this place is a trading spot.”
“Trading?
These women?” Xiao Hua asked, looking around.
“Yep, it’s them,” Song Yun said, “This isn’t my territory, my men are spread out over most of Sunan, but there are some places that have their own rules, so I don’t let my men interfere, and this is one of them.”
“Their own rules?
What kind of rules?” Xiao Hua asked.
“That’s just trying to survive,” Song Yun said with a smile, then walked towards a shabby-looking hair salon.
Xiao Hua’s heart tightened, and she grabbed Song Yun’s sleeve and followed behind.
“Hey, mister, hello, hello!” A woman in her twenties stood at the entrance of the hair salon.
Seeing Song Yun, she greeted him warmly, but upon seeing Xiao Hua following behind Song Yun, the woman seemed a bit troubled, “Sir, we don’t allow bringing your own female guests.”
“I’m looking for the madam,” Song Yun said smilingly.
“Madam?
You mean Sister Madam?” The woman said uncertainly, “Sister Madam isn’t here.”
“Just tell the person in charge that the boss of the Shura Alliance is just taking a look around, nothing else,” Song Yun said with a smile.
Perhaps it was Song Yun’s inviting smile that convinced her; the woman hesitated for a moment, then turned and walked into the hair salon.
Soon, a seductive voice came from inside the hair salon.
“My goodness, I was wondering why the magpies on the branches were chirping nonstop today, it turns out we have a VIP, Mr.
Song, with your prestigious status, what brings you to our humble place?”
The woman speaking, in her forties, was rather plain-looking, still retaining some charm, and had a pretty good figure, though her makeup was a bit thick.
“Just passing by, so I brought my sister over to take a look.”
“Oh my, my lord, your status really belittles our place, oh…
I seem to have seen this young lady before, you…
you’re Xiao Hua, right?
The champion of ‘Superwoman’?” the madam said in surprise.
“That’s me!” Xiao Hua smiled awkwardly, as it was somewhat embarrassing to be recognized by a woman who obviously looked the part of a troublemaker.
“Come in and have a seat,” the madam didn’t mind and directly led Song Yun and Xiao Hua into the hair salon, while the other girl continued standing at the door waiting for customers.
Once inside, the madam seemed somewhat restless, being just a woman of the streets, faced with someone as formidable as Song Yun, anyone would feel this way.
“Lord, just speak up, why did you bring your sister to our poor place?” the madam asked softly with a sudden resolve.
“Nothing much, just taking my sister out to experience life,” Song Yun said, “My sister is on a high school break, and she’s free anyway.”
“Oh?
Experience life?
This isn’t exactly a nice place,” the madam squinted her eyes, lit a cigarette, and blue smoke slowly drifted out from her nostrils, “Good girls shouldn’t come to places like this.”
Xiao Hua tensed up a bit, despite growing up poor, she’d never encountered such things before.
From deep within the hair salon, faint sounds of men and women in low voices carried over, making Xiao Hua feel shy and also wondering—what exactly drives these completely unrelated men and women to roll in the sheets together, is it really just for money?
Song Yun nodded and said, “Madam, I’d like to take my sister inside to take a look, no other intentions, just to expose her to society sooner.”
“Then, please yourself,” the madam waved her hand lightly, “Just don’t disturb my kids doing business.”
“Right!
I know the rules,” Song Yun nodded, gave Xiao Hua a signal, then got up and walked deeper into the hair salon.
Xiao Hua hurriedly took a few steps and grabbed Song Yun’s hand.
“Hehe, scared?” Song Yun asked in a low voice.
“No, just a bit curious,” Xiao Hua replied.
“Curious about what?”
“I’m wondering what drives these women to sell themselves, is it really just for money?” Xiao Hua frowned.
“Of course it’s for the money, if not for money, what else would it be for, societal contribution?” Song Yun raised an eyebrow, “This is as I mentioned before, a low-end place.
Here, the trade between flesh and money is most blatant, and the women here, for one hundred taels or two hundred taels, can be in your bed, then you leave, then the next customer comes.
There’s no emotion, no need for ambiance, it’s just plain and simple—I have sex with you, you give me money.”
“Ahh?
It’s that straightforward?” Xiao Hua asked in surprise.
“Absolutely straightforward, money in one hand, trousers down with the other,” Song Yun chuckled and walked a few steps further, pointing at a few cabins by the side, “These cabins, just a bed inside, nothing else.
Here’s an empty one, come with me and take a look.”
Song Yun said, then walked into an unoccupied cabin beside him.
“Take a look.”
Xiao Hua looked around, it was a small cabin of only a few square meters, with a wooden bed against the wall.
It wasn’t a Simmons or spring bed but a simple wooden bed, covered with some blankets, and beside the wooden bed was a small table with some condoms and some basic items on it, the floor was pitch black with cigarette butts and splotches of spit here and there, and even in a corner, Xiao Hua spotted a used condom.