Girls, welcome to the Desire Bus

As an observer.

Ryo Amagawa can move freely anywhere, including the rooftop.

When all the middle-aged men and women smoking on the stage left, Amagawa Ryo put his hands in his pockets and fell from the air.

I squinted my eyes and looked at their backs as they left.

"Hmm...interesting."

"In the hospital, a VIP ward has been opened to serve high-end customers. They really will do anything for money."

“Perhaps this is the drawback of private hospitals.”

Tianchuan Liang silently memorized the names of the middle-aged men and women, sorted out their personal information in his mind, and then set the VIP ward as the key search target.

The poorly managed Aisen Hospital suffered a serious financial deficit.

In order to make up for the deficit, the gang decided to clean out the current dedicated "caretakers" who serve VIP customers.

Then, we will recruit a new group from nursing and childcare schools.

This is exactly what Tianchuan Liang thought, the external conditions suitable for hosting an urban legend.

"So... the urban legend is in the VIP ward?"

Tianchuan Liangxian drew a huge question mark in his mind.

"But no matter what, the urban legend must be related to these people."

"Let's catch up and see first."

Subsequently.

Relying on his free-traveling observer mode, Ryo Amakawa followed the middle-aged men and women and observed how their day unfolded.

After the wretched man returned to the office, he started fiddling with his phone, contacting the female college student he had just paid to meet not long ago, and listened to her flirting with him on the phone.

The middle-aged man went to the underground parking lot and rummaged through documents related to medical equipment, intending to find some suppliers with better quality and lower prices.

After locking in a few potential customers, he turned the key and headed towards his destination.

The middle-aged woman's movements were very simple. She sat in the office and made phone calls to arrange subsequent interviews.

Another middle-aged man with Mediterranean skin was responsible for going to the VIP ward and gathering the nurses who specialized in serving the clients. He prepared to hold a small meeting with them and inform them of the news of the replacement.

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"I called you here today for three things."

The Mediterranean man was leaning against the door. In the duty office of the VIP ward, there were seven gorgeous women who exuded a worldly air.

The oldest of them was about 35 years old, with some fine wrinkles on their faces.

The younger one was in her early twenties. Although she was very young, her eyes were very cloudy, obviously the look that could only be obtained from someone who had been in the prostitution industry for many years.

"Tell me, what's the matter?"

"We still have to serve the new VIP customers who have recently arrived."

The older nurse fiddled with her fingers and looked at the Mediterranean man with disdain.

On the one hand, he was really ugly, with shiny, sparse hair, and a greasy smell all over his body.

They have been serving men all year round, and they have no good feelings towards such men from the bottom of their hearts.

The middle-aged Mediterranean man also had no good temper towards them. Although he sat on the board of directors, he never relied on his power and money to satisfy his physical desires.

"First of all, your service quality has seriously declined recently."

"The number of complaints from VIP customers has tripled compared to last quarter. A large number of VIP customers have left, and this debt must be placed on you."

The older woman snorted.

She moved her legs alternately with a click, and her high heels made a crisp sound when they stepped on the ground.

"It's just that the customers here are too difficult to deal with!"

"They all stink and don't even take a shower. I gave blowjobs to three clients last month and the results were fishy and smelly. It disgusted me to death!"

"That's right, that's right!" Another younger girl also raised her arms in dissatisfaction and said in a coquettish tone.

"He's already an old man, but his thing is the same as Chili Pepper."

"But he still asks me every day if I am happy or comfortable... Tsk, I am speechless."

"Smiling fakely every day, your face is going to become stiff!"

These women were originally those working in the prostitution industry, or they were students who had fallen into depravity in Okubo Park.

The shameful past is just an excuse they use to deceive people; the real reason for their downfall is nothing more than money.

Their only future is to live under men.

The middle-aged Mediterranean, who knew this well, sneered and said in a cold voice.

"You guys have all forgotten what you used to do, right?"

“When you stand on the street in the middle of winter with no customers, aren’t you all cold?”

"When Cary owed a lot of foreign debts and was ravaged by debt collectors, did he think he was great?"

"When you have no money to buy food and have to starve, don't you think your life is happy now?"

"We at Aisen Hospital rescued you, cleaned up your identities, and asked you to serve some high-value clients here, but you're still complaining here."

"I see you don't want to do this anymore, you want to go back and become streetwalkers, right?"

The women in the office were scolded so much that they couldn't say a word.

Of course they know their past experiences, and those things cannot be simply described by the four words "young and ignorant".

No one even knows how many abortions they have had, and older women have even lost their fertility.

"Okay, stop wasting time."

"Can't we just work hard?"

"It doesn't matter which chili sauce you put in it."

"I'm telling you this because I hope you can tell the nurses to wash the customers' places more often on weekdays, so that when we open our mouths, they won't still smell of urine!"

After the older woman said these words, she leaned back in her chair, swinging her high heels.

"What about the second thing?"

The middle-aged Mediterranean was too lazy to continue talking nonsense with them.

Anyway, in his eyes, these women are trash that are going to be eliminated.

I told them this in order to gradually introduce the last topic.

"The second thing."

"Someone among you is sick and has passed it on to your customers."

"How are you going to explain this?"

After hearing this, everyone present was unhappy.

"What nonsense!"

"Our medical examination report from last week is right on your desk!"

"Open your dog eyes and take a good look to see if our sisters are sick!"

It's already quite shameful to be doing this kind of work, and now he says he is sick. Can they accept this?

The middle-aged Mediterranean man thought about it and seemed that he had indeed obtained the physical examination reports of the female nurses.

It’s just that these physical examination reports were submitted as routine, and he was busy at the time and had no time to read them.

But...looking at them like this, are they really not sick?

But if there is no disease, how did the client get sick? Or... something else?

But these are not what he should think about. What he needs to do is to put the blame on these women, then kick them out of the hospital and send them back to the doghouse.

"I will read the medical examination report, but it is also a fact that the client is sick."

"No matter what happens, if a VIP client gets this disease, you as caregivers cannot escape responsibility!"

The older woman slammed her hand on the table.

"Oh shit!"

"Although I have done something shameful, you cannot slander me so easily."

"Tell me, which customer is sick? I want to see if I've ever eaten his chili peppers!"

Several other people also became angry.

"Yes, if you say you are sick, you must mention which client it is!"

"You are accusing us of something without any clear reason... You are not planning to deduct our wages!"

Chapter 230: Choosing an Entry Point

The middle-aged Mediterranean was silent.

What the young girl said was indeed true.

Although they didn't intend to deduct their wages, they were planning to fire them.

But he didn't expect that these women would resist so strongly that they choked back whatever he was going to say next.

"I will definitely not tell you the client's name."

"This involves the privacy of our clients. If I tell you and it gets out, the entire hospital will be ruined!"

"But one thing is certain, this incident has seriously affected the revenue of the VIP ward of Aisen Hospital."

"As the person in charge, you must take full responsibility."

They can understand that the customer's information should be kept confidential.

After all, they are just selling their bodies to make money. As long as they get the money, it doesn't matter whose chili they eat.

But the problem is that you were accused of something for no apparent reason, and then your salary will be deducted, which makes people very unhappy.

After a few people hesitated for a long time, the older woman lowered her legs with a click.

Half sitting on the desk, looking coldly at the middle-aged Mediterranean.

"You know, among all the hypocrites in Aisen Hospital, you are the one I hate the most."

"When those men who appear to be serious ask us to give them blowjobs behind our backs, we can happily accept them."

"But you are the only one who can't do that. Do you know why?"

"It's because you are so hypocritical and so cheap."

"He's always dithering, but he won't speak his mind directly."

"Tell me, how much salary will be deducted this time?"

The middle-aged Mediterranean man never thought that one day he would be pointed at and scolded by these lowly women.

Feeling annoyed, he stopped pretending and let a sneer appear on his face.

"Hehe...deduction from salary?"

"What are you thinking about?"

"This time, Aisen Hospital plans to replace all of you!"

"What...what?!" The older woman widened her eyes in disbelief, and the other women also opened their mouths in surprise.

"You're going to fire us all?!"

"Haha, yes, that's right." The middle-aged Mediterranean man picked up a swivel chair with his feet, sat on it and lit a cigarette leisurely.

"The board of directors of Aisen Hospital has decided to send all of you women back to the doghouse."

"Of course, since you have contributed so much to Aisen Hospital, we will also give you a generous compensation."

"You have been working at Aisen Hospital for so many years, and you have all made a lot of money."

"Take this money and get out of here."