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"Mr. Jiang, I don't think we need to worry about Che Changmin."

Che Changmin has left and returned to the Supreme Procuratorate to continue his work.

Under the Goryeo system, it is rare to find such dedicated politicians.

"To a large extent, Che Changmin's current position was pushed up step by step by the Koreans. He is different from those officials who got in through the backdoor. He has a deep popular base. It is definitely not easy for the Americans to do something to him. On the contrary, the world has suffered from the United States for a long time, and it may even arouse public anger."

Xing Jie nodded, agreeing with Xu Kuan's analysis, and continued, "In the past two years, Che Changmin has made great progress. He used to be just a prosecutor, but now he is becoming more and more like a politician. Recently, he had the opportunity to enter the Constitutional Court, but he refused."

"Che Changmin is indeed very politically wise, or we can say he has finally figured it out. Politics is not a 100-meter sprint, but a marathon. It is better to run steadily than fast," Xu Kuan sighed.

"Try to clean up as many traces of your interactions as possible."

"Don't worry, Mr. Jiang. We know what to do. In fact, we have always been prepared. If something really happens, it will definitely not involve vehicle inspections."

Che Changmin was not just a high-ranking Goryeo official who was "turned over" or "corrupted". Both he and Xing Jie were aware of his importance to Mr. Jiang.

"The vehicle inspection is over. Mr. Jiang, shall we have a drink?"

Xu Kuan smiled nonchalantly and said, "I've seen everything in the world so far, so why should I be afraid?"

"There's a girl group performing downstairs today. Would you like to go and see it, Mr. Jiang?"

Platinum-rated hotels are by no means self-proclaimed.

The bar inside the Lanxin Hotel has surprise shows from time to time. The performers are all serious top-tier artists, and stars who are not famous enough are not qualified to perform.

“Is it a serious performance?”

Jiang Chen asked.

Xu Kuan smiled knowingly, revealing a look that all men understand.

"Mr. Jiang, you need to ask Xing Jie about this. He is responsible for this aspect."

"We have whatever type Mr. Jiang wants to watch."

Xing Jie said concisely.

Jiang Chen smiled and said, "I mean that we cannot use violence or coercion."

"Don't worry, Mr. Jiang, those artists are all volunteers."

After Xing Jie finished speaking, Xu Kuan helped to add: "The artists who come to our Lanxin to perform will be protected by us. If they are not here, these artists will have to perform elsewhere, and it will be more difficult and tiring. Mr. Jiang, those artists should actually be grateful to us."

The glamorous and unattainable stars are so insignificant in front of real power.

Jiang Chen is neither a saint king nor the Virgin Mary. Every circle has its own rules, and every region has its own ecology.

Everyone knows that the Korean entertainment industry is dark and is a breeding ground for the powerful and wealthy, but Korean young people are still fearless and continue to rush forward.

"Forget it, it's too noisy."

Jiang Chen rejected Xu Kuan's proposal. He really didn't want to experience the happiness of being a chaebol at all.

of course.

Today's Boss Jiang is no longer a target for the Goryeo chaebols. Torturing female stars and treating idols as playthings are too low-level interests for Boss Jiang.

People don't need to be gentlemen, but they shouldn't be beasts either.

"Then send Mr. Jiang to rest. There is a spa downstairs, Mr. Jiang can go there to relax."

This time Jiang Chen did not refuse.

The spa in the Orchid Hotel is naturally very high-end. One has to admit that there are indeed many beautiful women in Goryeo. Even the waitresses have model-level figures and are beautiful as flowers.

However, whether or not it is technologically processed is another matter, and the requirements cannot be too demanding.

The female manager of the spa received me personally. She was wearing a V-neck short skirt uniform with the right neckline, revealing her two beautiful breasts that were about to burst through her clothes. But she was a little old, probably over 30 years old.

of course.

Women of different ages have their own unique charm.

Jiang Chen had enjoyed first-rate bubble baths in Ginza, Tokyo, but the room specially arranged for him was so large that the bathtub was equivalent to a small swimming pool.

There is a water bed next to the bathtub, and a giant-screen TV hangs from the ceiling. There is steam and smoke all around, and the air is filled with an unknown fragrance, hazy and ambiguous.

"Sir, let me help you undress."

The manager's voice is also very pleasant, soft and attractive, and his appearance is in no way inferior to that of celebrity idols. Coupled with his amazing figure, one can imagine how attractive he is to men, which is no less than an aphrodisiac.

Although Boss Jiang is not very old, he is a veteran of many battles, especially having been tempered by peerless beauties like Fujiwara Reiki, so he remained calm in this situation.

Ok.

He raised his arm generously to make it easier for others to undress him, and asked calmly, "Do you serve all the guests here personally?"

The female manager was wearing high heels, but because of her height and viewing angle, Jiang Chen could easily see the squeezed Mariana Trench.

If it were a chaebol, he would have buried his head in his grave by now.

"No. It's because sir is the boss's VIP guest."

The boss refers to Xing Jie and Xu Kuan. For a manager of a spa center, there is definitely no need to introduce Boss Jiang's identity in detail.

“Are all your employees here so good at Chinese?”

"Well, our employees have to undergo professional training before they can take up their posts, and only after they pass the assessment can they get the contract."

When the female manager helped take off his shirt, Boss Jiang's slim figure was exposed in the warm air.

A good identity does not mean being big and strong, nor being a muscular monster, but being well-proportioned!
Only symmetry can best reflect the beauty of nature.

"Sir, you have a perfect body."

As expected, the female manager complimented him. It would have been more appropriate if she had reached out and touched him as if she couldn't help herself, but because of the sophistication required for this position, she didn't dare to do so.

Since the Lanxin Hotel changed its signboard, it has been rare to see two owners appear at the same time to receive a guest.

After taking off her shirt, the female manager bent her knees, knelt under Jiang Chen's legs, and began to help him take off his pants.

That's right.

Kneeling.

Didn’t you agree not to be a chaebol?
Because of the posture, the heel came off the red-soled high-heeled shoes, revealing the sole of the foot wrapped in gray stockings. There was also a shrimp line on the stockings, climbing up along the sole of the foot, wearing sexy calves, and disappearing after sinking into the hip skirt.

All right.

The pants were also taken off.

Only underpants left.

The female manager folded the clothes neatly and placed them on her bent thighs, but the service had not stopped yet.

She knelt on the ground, raised her head and raised her hands, actually wanting to help Boss Jiang disarm himself.

Although he was not a young man who had no experience in the world, Boss Jiang was still more or less uncomfortable with being frank with a woman he had just met.

After all, he is not a casual person.

"No need for this."

So he said something.

The female manager obeyed without any reluctance and finally stood up holding the clothes.

"Then please wait a moment, sir."

then.

Photos appeared on the giant screen TV suspended in the air, in two rows, and scrolled slowly. Each photo was labeled with detailed information about height, weight, measurements and age.

even.

And graduate schools.

This is much clearer than having everyone come in and introduce themselves one by one.

"Seoul University? Is that true?"

Jiang Chen looked at the giant screen TV and couldn't help but ask questions.

Seoul National University.

A top-notch university in Korea.

It is the "Dragon Gate" that the Koreans dream of.

Ordinary people in Goryeo had only one chance to change their fate, and that was to work hard, fight their way through the crowds, and get into an ideal university.

Let me use an inappropriate analogy.

It’s like going to a club for entertainment, and then finding out that the technician graduated from Huaqing University or Peking University. How would you feel?
"Sir, you are joking. How dare I lie to you? All the information above is absolutely true. Even if you are admitted to Seoul University, you may not be able to get the ideal income after graduation, but we will never treat any employee unfairly here."

A manager is a manager. He speaks very fluently, concisely and directly to the point.

What is the purpose of studying hard?
Isn't it to improve life and make a fortune? Most graduates from prestigious universities later joined chaebol companies, and very few joined government agencies.

It's like working like a slave.

What's the difference.

"Just look at the arrangements."

There were so many people that it was dizzying, and Jiang Chen was too lazy to look closely.

"Sir, wait a moment."

If nothing unexpected happens, it is actually okay to choose her. In theory, the manager will not provide personal service, but special circumstances will require special treatment.

But since Boss Jiang doesn't have the taste for it, the manager certainly won't force it. It should be only Miss Fujiwara from neighboring Japan who would force a sale.

The charming female manager retreated respectfully.

Jiang Chen changed his shorts and entered the constant temperature bathing pool. He first scooped up water to wash his face, leaned his back against the edge of the pool, then raised his arms and placed them on the shore, enjoying the hot air kissing his skin and closed his eyes.

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Although I didn't check the time, it must have not been long.

There was movement in the grand room.

A woman walked in. I don't know if she had just arrived. Looking at her naked back by the bathing pool, she seemed a little embarrassed. She carried a small box and slowly moved to the side of the bathing pool.

No hello either.

Doesn’t it mean that you can only take up the job after passing the assessment?

Is there a backdoor in this business?
Jiang Chen was naturally not asleep, he was just too lazy to open his eyes. However, from the sound of footsteps, it seemed that there was only one person.

and many more.

Why do you think this way?

How many people should be arranged instead of one person?
"Den."

It was the sound of a box being put down.

Then a pair of smooth and soft hands touched Jiang Chen's back.

There was no prelude at all, and the service started right away?

Are you really not going to tell us your birthdate, whether you are from Seoul, Busan or Daegu?
But yes.

This isn't some low-class foot massage parlor.

The dignitaries wouldn't care about these things.

My hands are a little cold.

And it’s not critical.

Jiang Chen was surprised to find that the other person's hand that was moving on his back was still trembling slightly, and the kneading technique did not seem very professional.

This is not a question of whether you are a newcomer or not.

This kind of psychological quality shows that one is not prepared to work in this field.

"Is this your first time on the job?"

Jiang Chen still had his eyes closed.

The manager certainly doesn't have the courage.

He suspected that Xu Kuan was behind this and was using him as a training ground for his employees.

"..."

It was quiet.

When dealing with distinguished guests, you do have to keep your mouth shut, but if you don't answer when the guest asks you a question, that would be extremely disrespectful.

"another."

Jiang Chen did not get angry. There was no need to embarrass a "technician" and the demands he made were reasonable.

"Is there something wrong? Should I use a little more force?"

When he heard that someone was going to be replaced, the other party became anxious and finally stopped being mute.

Hearing the sound coming from behind and feeling the hot wind blowing on the back of his head, Jiang Chen suddenly opened his eyes, but he just opened his eyes and did not turn his head.

Some things still have room for maneuver as long as the final window paper is not broken.

It’s like being robbed by a gangster. You can’t see the gangster’s face.

"another."

Jiang Chen repeated.

"I do not."

The opponent was a little stubborn for once. Although his hands were still shaking, he increased his strength. Although his skills were clumsy, his attitude was sincere and he was really trying hard.

"Nonsense!"

Jiang Chen said in a deep voice, "Is it Xing Jie or Xu Kuan? Ask them to come in!"

"It has nothing to do with Mr. Xu and the others. I did it on my own accord."

Seeing the other party getting angry, the technician's voice quickly weakened again, "Mr. Jiang, am I really... so bad?"

I don't know what the technique is.

Or something else.

wrong.

Even the manager didn’t know Mr. Jiang’s specific identity. How could she, a technician, know “Mr. Jiang”?
At this moment, Boss Jiang should be a little stiff. It would be wrong to continue soaking in the water, and it seemed even more wrong to stand up.

You know, he was not wearing any clothes, only a pair of shorts for bathing.

This is just a personal habit.

It would be even more embarrassing if you go out without any underwear.

“Is this where you should be?”

"What about Mr. Jiang? Should Mr. Jiang come?"

Although sheep are docile, once they become stubborn, they can be quite stubborn.

In this situation, Jiang Chen was really helpless.

"What do you want to do?"

"I don't want to do anything."

A firm and pleasant voice came from behind, "I just want to tell Mr. Jiang that what other women can do, I can do too, and I can do it better."

Ok.

The strength of his hands increased again.

But massage is more than just applying force.

"Bring me the towel."

Jiang Chen ordered in a deep voice.

"It's not time yet, it's just the beginning."

After pressing the back for a while, the pair of tender hands climbed over the shoulders and began to move towards Boss Jiang's chest.

The service attitude is indeed impeccable.

But the other party's excessive demands made Boss Jiang unable to tolerate it any longer.

"Jin Zhuxuan!"

In the hazy heat, the woman with delicate facial features, charming eyes, and a straight nose, kneeling behind Jiang Chen, serving wholeheartedly, who else could it be but the former Korean goddess?

No one knew if it was due to the high temperature or other reasons, but that beautiful face that was all the rage in Goryeo and is still the template for plastic surgery in countless beauty salons now had a striking blush on it, looking so gorgeous.

What a pity.

Not only did she carry the suitcase, but she also changed into a sleeveless dress made of tulle, with cloud-colored and dark green embellishments, half hidden and half exposed, a mixture of temptation and elegance, a resonance of classicism and desire.

"Mr. Jiang, you don't have to be so loud."

She said softly.

"I can hear you." (End of this chapter)