20 years of restarting life

Chapter 3603 Zhang Shun's Bookshelf

"Actually, at first I really hated that bitch, hated how good she was at pretending. But then I thought about it, and I was a little cleaner than her, even dirtier than her. I'm pretty, sensible, and young. Letting other men play with me, I always felt like I was being cuckolded. After I was rescued from the river that day, I felt relieved. I cursed myself for being a complete idiot, Zhang Xuelong for being shameless, Guo Keke for being a poisonous woman, and Zhu Ling for deceiving my feelings. Was there any fault on my part?"

Zhang Shun looked at Zhao Chang'an with a strange smile.

"You idiot, do you need to go swimming to understand such a simple truth?"

Zhao Chang'an was speechless: "Don't say things like I've lost faith in this world. That's nonsense. This world has always been like this. It's just that you can't see through it or understand it. Don't blame the world for your own problems."

"So once I figured it out, I felt relieved. The reason I slept with that cook's woman was because that cook was a complete scumbag. Since you're exploiting me like this, then I'll sleep with his woman. I think that's perfectly reasonable."

Zhang Shun said with a smile, "After arriving in Xingcheng and seeing the entertainment industry here, I realized that all that stuff the big tycoons did before was trash. But one thing has always been the same: the women. Our mountain city is full of beauties, like Zhu Ling and Xie Yimiao. As long as they have the right attitude and learn some foreign languages ​​properly, they can still be top courtesans. Not only is she beautiful, but she's also slender and fair-skinned, with thick thighs and thin calves. She's the epitome of womanly charm. When I take her out, you can't help but see the way those bosses and underlings look at her. They're all like hungry wolves."

Zhao Chang'an believed Zhang Shun's words. In this day and age, even resources like uncivilized women are deeply regionalized and have not formed an efficient flow or siphon effect.

So sometimes, even in a small county town, you can encounter stunningly beautiful women in brothels.

However, with the development of information and the times, in another ten years or so, if women like Zhu Ling and Xie Yimiao choose to take this path, their first stop will basically be at least a large or medium-sized regional city.

Even in ordinary entertainment venues in some small and medium-sized cities, women in their twenties are a scarce resource, and the vast majority are older women in their thirties and forties. These older women also move from the upper class to the lower class as they get older.

Seeing that Zhang Shun had figured things out, Zhao Chang'an stopped bringing it up. Zhang Shun was only twenty-two years old, and it wouldn't be a problem to postpone his real life decisions for another ten years or so. Moreover, to put it pessimistically, even someone as powerful as Zhao Chang'an couldn't say for sure that Zhang Shun, who was living on the edge of a knife, would still be alive a few years later.

In this era, Southeast Asia was still filled with the barbarity, disorder, and bloodshed of the jungle law, where collusion between officials and businessmen, and between the underworld and the legitimate world, formed a unique and chaotic society.

Those who can gain a foothold here are either powerful local natives, families like Liang Qian and Huang Shang who have been cultivating the land for generations, or foreigners from Europe and America or their underlings from Japan and South Korea.

When Xia Wenzhuo and his group first arrived, they were very cautious and discreet, yet they were still targeted by many greedy eyes.

"Let's not talk about this anymore. When you have time, go back to China for a visit. How about April this year? Let's go back to the mountain city to see the peach blossoms at Taohua Lake Reservoir."

"Nothing here is worth watching, nothing beats the excitement in Xingcheng."

Zhang Shun refused without hesitation. He was a simple and pure person, not one to dwell on the past.

At this moment, Zhu Ling came in carrying a tray with two bowls of rice noodles, a dish of pickled vegetables, a splash of chili oil, and a dish of sesame oil and vinegar.

The woman bent over opposite Zhao Chang'an and Zhang Shun at the coffee table, her white dress neckline drooping low, revealing her cleavage.

Zhao Chang'an didn't look, but Zhang Shun leaned forward and reached inside, saying with a smile, "I just love playing this."

Zhu Ling seemed oblivious, placing the tray on the coffee table, then adding the rice noodles, side dishes, chili oil, and sesame oil. "Do you want to play? It's quite fun."

Zhang Shungui asked Zhao Chang'an with a smile, "She used to be the top courtesan at a wealthy company. Just going out on stage to drink and sing with them would start at three hundred, and she would sell herself for at least five or six hundred a time. That's equivalent to your parents' monthly salary on the construction site. For a poor student like you, several months' living expenses wouldn't be enough for one carefree day."

"roll!"

Zhao Chang'an glanced at Zhang Shun's arm and was surprised to see fine scars on the snow-white skin inside.

He couldn't help but think of the thin whips on the hanging chair; it seemed Zhang Shun was quite the expert.

My eyes couldn't help but drift to a bookshelf on one side.

"They're all just for show. I haven't read a single page of the books Zhu Ling bought, but she likes to read them. I especially love it when she's wearing those gold-rimmed glasses and reading those law books; it gets me really into it."

Zhang Shun explained with a laugh, "It's absolutely thrilling and exhilarating!"

The two ate rice noodles. Zhu Ling's cooking skills were quite good. Zhao Chang'an then went to take a shower, planning to come back and chat after he finished.

When Zhao Chang'an returned to the master bedroom after taking a shower, he noticed another scent in the air besides the smell of rice noodles, sesame oil, and vinegar. He glanced at Zhu Ling, who was sitting on the sofa opposite Zhang Shun. Her white lotus dress was not only wrinkled, but the buttons at the neckline had also popped open, revealing most of her chest. The dress was also torn in many places, revealing her porcelain-like skin underneath.

The whip that was originally coiled on the hanging chair had been untied from the rope hanging on the side of the chair, and the chair was still swaying gently, as if silently telling the story of what had just happened between Zhang Shun and Zhu Ling.

Zhao Chang'an glanced at Zhang Shun: "You two are practically an old married couple, why are you in such a hurry?"

Zhang Shun grinned and said, "Anyway, there's nothing else to do. I have the ability, and she has the resources. It's a waste to just leave them lying around."

She smiled gently at Zhu Ling and said, "Go take a shower and change into a cheongsam. The moon-white one with mimosa flowers looks beautiful."

As Zhu Ling walked out, Zhao Chang'an was surprised to see that the back of her white dress had been torn in two, revealing what lay beneath. After Zhu Ling closed the door and left, he asked in confusion, "Was your whip barbed?"

"Don't underestimate this whip of mine. It's completely different from the whipping punishment in Xingcheng. This one is made of soft deerskin and several kinds of grass. It can promote blood circulation, remove blood stasis, and improve people's immunity."

Zhang Shun spoke with smug satisfaction, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

"If you ever feel that you are twisted to the point of no return, just tell me and I will have Wenye treat you."

Zhao Chang'an didn't know what to say about Zhang Shun's current state. His father was a worthless person, and his mother was naive and had no self-respect or moral values. She liked a woman, but ended up being deceived.