Dark Light Chaser.

Chapter 150 Men and Women

After agreeing on the requirements, the salesperson led the messenger to a themed room of about fifty square meters.

The room was filled with incomprehensible devices.

When Xiaobai comes in, she'll definitely ask: 'Why is there a hanging rod on the bed? What are those ribbons and red ropes for? Why is this chair shaped so strangely?'

Putting aside the equipment, the room is decorated quite nicely. If you're just looking at it as a hotel room, 500 yuan a night isn't unreasonable.

After entering, the salesperson picked up the remote control and closed the curtains: "The technician is preparing. Let me introduce her to you first."

He walked to the wardrobe and pointed to the cosplay outfits, saying, "The clothes in here are disinfected every day. The stockings are crystal silk, black and white, and there are all kinds of styles, including high-waisted fishnet stockings."

It's okay if it tears; just throw it in the trash after you're done, and we'll replenish it with new stock.

The room's furnishings, sheets, and pillows are changed daily. If you're concerned, you can use a UV pen to check them on-site.

The salesperson didn't explain how to use the room's facilities, but instead focused on hygiene.

He had been observing the messenger for some time.

According to his observation, the messenger's hairstyle was impeccably styled, and his clothes were without a single wrinkle.

When dealing with this kind of person, instead of wasting time explaining how to use the equipment, focusing on the hygiene might be more satisfying.

The salesman was calculating and his observation skills were excellent, but the messenger wasn't there to enjoy the service at all; he was completely unmoved by the introductions.

However, the messenger saw through the salesperson's intention to develop him into a long-term customer.

So he went along with it and asked, "Do you have a membership reservation system here? If the service is good, I'd like to sign up for a membership."

The salesperson had been waiting for this, his eyes practically sparkling: "No problem! The annual membership fee is 15980, with a 20% discount. You can book a technician one day in advance for each service, and the technician will be waiting regardless of whether you come the next day or not. And also..."

The messenger raised his hand to interrupt the sales pitch: "Stop, I don't want to hear this. Where's your boss?"

The salesperson, blinded by the prospect of getting his hands on the prize, blurted out without hesitation: "We're just a branch. The boss only comes to inspect occasionally. He's usually at the main store in Jiuhua City. I have full authority here."

The messenger nodded noncommittally, and just as the salesperson was about to try to persuade him further, the technician arrived.

This salesperson may be a bit of a chatterbox, but he still has basic emotional intelligence.

People come here to enjoy the service. The technicians have already come over, and you, a grown man, are still standing on the sidelines chattering away and trying to sell them. That's just ungrateful.

Anyone would be annoyed in that situation, and pushing a sales pitch at that moment is like trying to boost your score in the opposite direction.

So the moment the technician entered the room, the salesperson shut up, left a message wishing the customer a pleasant experience, and then left the room.

Before leaving, he thoughtfully closed the door behind him, and the room fell into silence.

The messenger and the technician were left staring at each other blankly.

The messenger said he wanted someone young, meaning someone who had only recently entered the profession and was not yet proficient in many things.

Some people enjoy choosing these new technicians because it gives them a thrill of being led astray.

Looking at the technician in front of him, who was in her early twenties and still had a hint of naivety and confusion on her face, the messenger pointed to the sofa and gestured for her to sit down.

The technician hesitated for a moment, then slowly approached the messenger, intending to sit down close to him.

"What I mean is, I want you to go to the other side."

The messenger grabbed her arm and pointed again to the sofa opposite.

The technician walked to the other side, then flicked her hair and smiled gently: "Handsome, would you like me to go change my clothes?"

The messenger lit a cigarette and took a puff: "No need to waste time."

Upon hearing this, the technician stood up and made a move to take off her sundress, but the messenger stopped her just as she put her hand on the straps: "Put your clothes back on. I just have a few questions for you."

The messenger pulled out two banknotes, placed them on the coffee table, and pushed them over: "What's your name? How long have you been here? How did you get here?"

Faced with the messenger's money offensive, plus a triple-deal, the technician was somewhat at a loss.

Did you spend thousands of dollars just to chat with someone in the sex industry?
Despite her doubts, the technician looked at the two gold banknotes and ultimately accepted them.

Although half of the tip has to be handed over, I can at least keep a thousand yuan for myself.

"My name is Ansi'en, and I've only been here for about half a month."

Ansien put the money into her bag and began to answer the messenger's question: "The reason I came here is very simple. Someone in my family is sick, and I wanted to make some quick money, but I was drugged and sold along with the person. You may think I'm trying to gain sympathy, but this is the truth."

Anshen walked to the water dispenser, brewed two cups of tea with tea bags, placed one in front of herself and the other in front of the messenger.

"What illness do you have?"

The messenger pushed aside his teacup and inquired about the other person's family problems.

He didn't ask Ansi'en how she was drugged, nor did he ask her why she didn't try to call the police. These things couldn't be explained in just a few words.

"What else could it be? It's that ridiculous cancer, late-stage lung cancer, there's no cure, at most you can only prolong its life." An Si'en seemed to have come to terms with it, her expression didn't change much when cancer was mentioned.

However, her dull and lifeless eyes suggested that she was not as indifferent as she claimed.

"So you came here to work to earn money for your family's medical expenses? What about the rest of your family?"

The messenger seemed to have forgotten the purpose of his visit and focused on chatting with Ansien about everyday matters.

Ansien's face flashed with displeasure, clearly she didn't want to talk about her family affairs, but the customer is always right, and besides, she had just received a tip from the messenger, so she couldn't keep giving him the cold shoulder.

So she forced herself to cheer up and put on a cheerful smile: "I come from a single-parent family. My parents divorced when I was very young. Because my dad was a gambling addict, I was given to my mom."

That person has never sent me any child support. My mother and I have been relying on each other all these years. After my mother got sick, he didn't even come to visit, let alone pay for her medical expenses out of consideration for our past relationship.

Our family savings are all gone. To raise money, I have no choice but to resort to some quick ways to make money.

Ansien briefly summarized her background, then gave the messenger a smile.

In her view, the messenger was nothing more than another pervert who satisfied himself by listening to other people's tragic experiences.

The more miserable you make it sound, the happier they are.

These people appear outwardly sympathetic, but inwardly they hold a condescending attitude.

The tragedy that befell them was merely a spice of the evening's activities, meant to satisfy their desire to be superior.

What should you do if you're not doing well in real life?

It's simple, just find someone who's having an even worse time and chat with them.

An Si'en said half-jokingly, "They say men love to do two things: drag innocent women into prostitution and persuade prostitutes to reform. Handsome, you're not here to persuade me to reform, are you?"

"Women love to do two things the most: talk about money with the poor and talk about feelings with the rich," the messenger retorted, showing no sympathy for Ansene's tragic past.

An Sien lowered her head and said self-deprecatingly, "I don't care about money, but someone like me, a second-hand worn-out shoe, can't be given away even if I have a clearance sale."

"So I didn't intend to persuade you to turn over a new leaf."

The messenger's words left Ansien speechless.

After a while, she burst out laughing: "Hahaha, handsome, you're really funny."

Ansien could tell that the handsome man in front of her really just wanted to chat and didn't have any other intentions.

My initially heavy mood was actually lifted by the messenger's antics, and even my aversion to the job was temporarily suppressed.

This was the first time she had felt relaxed at work.

Xin stubbed out the cigarette with his fingers, crushed it, and threw it into the trash can: "I came to you to find out some things."

"An industry interview about the sex industry?" Ansene tried to joke with the messenger.

The messenger took a note and a pen from his wallet and placed them on the table: "I want you to be my informant."

(End of this chapter)