When a rich man feels that the beautiful girl in front of him is making secret glances at him, what is his next step?
Throwing money around? The overlord forced his bow? Arty talk about art? Or should I go straight to the point and say I love you? It's possible, but the form depends on whether the rich man likes this girl?
"Make me
(let me)
Shall I choose regret
(Maybe I should choose to repent)
So that I have the short hand
(This way I can make everything simple)
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh~”
The gorgeous beams of light gave Wen Yue's flying short hair a gilded color, and her amazingly flexible skin gave off an uncontrollable hormonal smell amidst the sweat swaying everywhere. A guitar girl who combines the charm of a mature lady and a concubine. Her voice is sometimes as ethereal and graceful as a lark, and sometimes as bright and delicate as a night songbird. The strongest hormones and the most flexible body belong exclusively to the twenty-three or four-year-old girl in front of her. She has a smooth figure without a trace of fat and her accidental innocence under the dim light of the stage where she is alone and selfless. If I could hold her in my arms, what kind of ultimate joy would this be? Long past the age of will-o'-the-wisp boy's passion and wantonness, seeing such a scene and such a beautiful woman, just thinking about it, the dopamine secreted by the brain will explode!
Wen Yue's long and slender fingers plucked the strings, causing Yin Yoshi to take a surprised look and then turn around on tiptoes. The soap and silk nails that appeared were the exquisite tattoos on her body. The titanium alloy frame was presented with soap-colored ink strokes. The mounting points under the skin around Wen Yue outline the tender branches like dark plums. The light and shadow are floating, and a splash-ink picture of cold plums is looming as Wen Yue dances.
Before the song was finished, the lingering sound lingered until Wen Yue put her guitar on her back and slowly left. The shocked wealthy man still stood there blankly, even his bodyguards and secretary were also stunned. This group of young people followed their boss and traveled all over the world, including the underground capital of Tamamo and the underground city of Qinglong that never sleeps. They have seen so many original beauties and prosthetic bodies, but how could they have seen such stunning beauty?
"Boss? Boss?" The bodyguard called Yin Yoshi cautiously.
"Pah!" Yin Yoshi, who was disturbed by the aftertaste of the aftertaste, suddenly became irritated and slapped the blind man on the spot. He saw that Wen Yue had already walked away, with her back to him, sitting on a bar stool and lowering her head to tidy up her guitar case. She was shaking her white, tender and wheat-colored calves. Their eyes met intentionally or unintentionally, and they immediately called out. There are countless wild cats scratching in the arms tycoon's heart.
"Boss, there's a call over there." The secretary handed over the phone. Yin Yishi glanced at who was calling. His eyes were filled with the beauties in front of the bar. Countless strategies to kill women came to mind, and his intuition told him, Use your strengths and avoid your weaknesses to show your strength!
"No answer! I'll send it over later! You know what?" Yin Yishi straightened his collar and walked towards Wen Yue.
The boys who were waiting around the boss naturally had to act like a loser. They quietly eliminated the bunch of real musicians in front of the bar who were not doing their jobs but were all handsome, and then created the impression that their boss was extremely wealthy in this place.
Seeing Wen Yue's slight movement, Yin Yishi knew that the time had come to attack. He was not an eighteen or nineteen-year-old boy with a short beard. He was willing to wait for the first half of the year to chase a goddess. He only knew that a moment of spring night was worth a thousand pieces of gold. Today If he didn't eat it, it would definitely scratch his heart until he died.
Wen Yue heard the boy's footsteps deliberately stepping away. She continued to turn her back and had to whet her appetite.
"Within 20 minutes, serve a glass of Louis Moët to each of the band present, and make sure everyone takes a bottle back before leaving."
The bartender calmed down at that time. The Jiyuqiao venue was a special concert today. There were not forty but thirty bands. At this time, almost hundreds of bottles of Louis were poured out. Oh dear, this is the red glow from the ground. A limited number of fine wines made from pearl grapes. If you pay for it like this, a million banknotes will be spilled.
Yin Yoshi turned around and leaned against the counter, letting the bartenders rush around as he said, "I'll take my turn this time." He didn't seem to care that this would be a huge waste of money in a luxurious place on the surface of the special zone.
The bartender gave Wen Yue a glass of golden-colored, fragrant Louis Moët. After Wen Yue took a sip, the bartender explained the value and legend of the glass of wine to her in a sensible manner. Yin Yishi raised his glass to Wen Yue from afar. Salute.
The more times this happens, the less likely you are to throw yourself into someone's arms.
Seeing that Wen Yue seemed to be chatting with the stupid prosthetic bartender instead, watching him use his prosthetic arm to mix cocktails and crack walnuts, he was laughing so hard. Yin Yoshi became increasingly unable to hold back, and finally brushed against Wen Yue's side.
The bartender, who had a cold sweat on his back, immediately began to introduce who the big boss was who made the audience ring the bell and start the train. This arms tycoon named Yin Yishi owns nearly half of the underground mechanical prosthetic business and is a senior partner of the medical giant Tainoan Group.
Yin Yoshi waved his hand to stop the bartender's flattery, took the cell phone that his secretary had brought just in time, and calmly negotiated with the other end of the phone: a military contractor on the surface at a volume that was just right for Wen Yue to hear clearly. A complete set of prosthetic body sales worth tens of millions.
Wen Yue opened her mouth slightly at the right time, showing an expression of surprise, and clinked glasses with this self-righteous genius in a pretentious manner.
Tens of millions of prosthetics business? Why hasn’t the bureau heard of such a transaction recently? If so? Good, good, good, first-class service to my mother.
The closer you get, the less you look at it.
Wen Yue zipped up her jacket, and the deep V turned into a shallow V. She supported her cheeks and showed great respect for Yin Yishi's talk about being a rock fan. She waited until he had to talk about selling arms on the ground. Only when you have a "legendary experience" will you raise your eyelids with a little interest.
"Ms. Wen, if you have the chance, you should really go to Qinglong Special Zone for a month or two. The prosperous golden age before the war is recreated there. Everything is free, art is free, humanity is free, and there is no restraint."
Have you never been to the surface? Want you to say? However, Wen Yue pretended to listen carefully to what he said, how to go wild in the boundless wilderness, skydive in a private plane, and have a panoramic view of the majestic scenery of Longshan Tianchi. How did the young "Hunter Lord" who was invited to join the seven underground families, use the best exoskeletons, mechas, and prosthetic equipment to hunt down the king of strange beasts that even hunters would shy away from?
Wen Yue was waiting for this moment. She expressed her longing, saying that she had been serving a short-term service in the infrastructure construction army for two years and was unable to travel far. She had never seen those rumored prosthetic suits: "Shan Wen Jia", " "Mingguang Armor", "Iron Buddha", and the main battle mechas that are more majestic than those projected on the dome: "First Emperor", "Emperor Wu", "Emperor Guangwu", even if they want to see their figures, they can't see them.
"Since Miss Wen doesn't like red makeup and prefers weapons, Xiaosheng has a private collection of prosthetic suits, the same type of equipment for the troops directly under the headquarters of the National Defense Forces. Why don't you show them off and appreciate them?"
The boy is quite smart. He actually hid something from the Special Forces of the National Defense Forces in Zixia District. This time, I got third-class merit.
But Wen Yue is not so stupid. A third-class meritorious service cannot send her away. She has to hack into Yin Yishi's brain-computer chip and find out the connection between this person's business dealings and the Surface Operations Bureau. An arms contractor of this level cannot be harmed by Operation Discord. It's strange that the bureaus are connected. If you follow the clues along the way, you might be able to find some clues about Zhou Kenlong.
"I'm very happy." Wen Yue agreed immediately, and then exclaimed in a cute way. She pretended to be reluctant to give up and said:
"It will be my solo show soon. Why don't you, Brother Yin, be patient and watch my performance?"
Can this be refused? It's designated. Yin Yoshi hurriedly agreed, thinking that she would make her secretary applaud her.
Wen Yue went to the outfield with a fake smile and sent a message to all her colleagues except Shen Xu.
"Get ready! First-class merit is here!"
