The five young men and Ma Yiwen followed the greeter down the hallway.
At the end of the hallway, the greeter pressed a spot on the wall, and the wall opened to reveal an elevator.
The scruffy young man smirked, "Not bad, this secret elevator is quite interesting."
He stepped in first.
The four young men behind him and Ma Yiwen also entered the secret elevator. The greeter followed, card in hand, swiped it on the elevator button, and pressed B5.
The scruffy young man's eyes gleamed with interest. He asked Ma Yiwen,
"Ma Yiwen, the elevator outside only goes to B4. How come there's a fifth floor?"
Ma Yiwen glanced at the greeter. "This building actually has five basement levels. B3 and B4 are enough for parking, and B5 is for rent."
"Oh~" The scruffy young man nodded. "Underground parking? The private rooms won't be as small as the ones upstairs, will they?"
Ma Yiwen nodded. "The private rooms are over a hundred square meters."
"Ding!" The elevator stopped.
As the elevator doors opened, two graceful hostesses approached, bowed, and said, "Welcome."
As they bowed, the altered cutouts on their qipaos and the high slits on their legs revealed alluring glimpses.
The scruffy young man waved them away dismissively. "Get lost! You reek of cheap perfume, it's disgusting."
The two hostesses' smiles froze for a moment, then returned, their faces beaming with seductive charm. They took a few steps back, smiling without a word.
The scruffy young man strode inside. "Ma Yiwen, you lead the way for me. If I see these types again, I'll kill you."
"Yes, yes, yes." Ma Yiwen followed him subserviently, beckoning to a man in the lobby. "Quickly get some new girls."
The man had already received a call from the manager and had people arranged. He gestured to five women sitting in a corner of the lobby. "Go serve our guests."
The five women varied in height and age. Their clothing was revealing, and their faces bore a numb expression, but as they approached the man, they immediately put on standard smiles.
The man warned the five women, "These are sons of high-ranking officials. Serve them well. Not only must you keep them here, but you must also entice them to return. Understand?"
"Understood."
The five women answered in unison.
The private room was much more luxurious than the ones upstairs, with two extra sofas.
The scruffy young man sprawled on one sofa, while the other four young men sat on the remaining two. Ma Yiwen was relegated to a stool, holding the drink and song menus, ordering for the five young masters.
The door was knocked. A man entered with five women. "Gentlemen, the ladies are here."
Seeing these five women, the scruffy young man's eyes flickered. He pointed to a short woman and asked, "How old is she?"
"Fourteen," the man replied with a smile.
The scruffy young man wasn't the first guest to ask Man'er's age. Most guests who inquired were so excited they insisted on Man'er staying. The man was very confident.
The scruffy young man shook his head and waved his hand. "Get me someone else. I'm not a pervert."
The fourteen-year-old woman's face changed. She trembled and asked, "If the guest is dissatisfied with Man'er, please tell me. I will change, just please don't replace Man'er."
The scruffy young man frowned and gestured with his foot to the side of the sofa. "Sit here."
Then, he said to the man, "Keep this one. Get me another, and don't try to trick me again. I don't have much patience."
"Yes, yes." Before the man exited, he waved to the other four women, who each sat down next to a service recipient.
The four young men put their arms around the women's waists and told lewd jokes. The four women squirmed in mock protest, and the four young men burst into laughter.
The man smiled as he left the room, closing the door softly.
The scruffy young man glanced down at Man'er, who was keeping her head bowed. He snorted and asked, "Where are you from?"
Man'er's body stiffened. She suddenly raised her head. "Why is the guest asking this?"
The scruffy young man kicked her foot impatiently. "I'm bored, can't I just ask? When you came out to work, did you consider your family and hometown's reputation?"
Man'er's face turned pale, and tears welled up in her eyes. "I'm sorry, sir, I cannot say."
"Cannot say?" The scruffy young man leaned back against the sofa. "Is it your boss who forbids you, or are you unwilling?"
Man'er shook her head in silence.
The scruffy young man impatiently kicked her off the sofa. "Get down on the floor and sit!"
Man'er sat on the floor with a thud, her head bowed even lower, tears falling.
The blue-haired young man glanced at the scruffy young man and then at Man'er, who was crying silently on the floor. He threatened, "If you keep crying, you'll be sent back."
Upon hearing "sent back," Man'er trembled. She frantically wiped the tears from her eyes and looked up at the blue-haired young man, pleading, "Please, don't send me back."
The blue-haired young man gestured towards the scruffy young man. "He's the boss. He makes the decisions."
Man'er prepared to stand up and plead with the scruffy young man.
"Hmm?" The scruffy young man grunted. Man'er immediately remembered that the scruffy young man had told her to sit on the floor. She lowered her raised buttocks back to the floor.
"Sir, c-can I get up? I, I have a stomachache."
The scruffy young man looked at her with a wicked smile, but remained silent.
The blue-haired young man reached out and pulled Man'er up. "Brother Yan, if you don't want her, give her to me. Look at the one beside me, she's old enough to be my mother, yet she pretends to be a young girl."
"If not for her overly wide smile, my near-sighted eyes wouldn't have noticed the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes."
"Fine," the scruffy young man nodded. "Send this old mama back later."
"Thank you, Brother Yan."
The blue-haired young man happily pulled Man'er onto his lap.
"No!" the "old mama" cried out. "Please, sirs, don't send me back."
The scruffy young man frowned in annoyance. "What kind of garbage place is this? You can't even return defective goods?"
"No, no," the "old mama" explained anxiously. "Being sent back means I'm not qualified, and I'll be punished."
"Heh." The scruffy young man sneered coldly. "What does your punishment have to do with me?"
The "old mama" froze, then blankly retreated behind the sofa.
At this moment, the door opened, and several handsome male servers in tight-fitting uniforms entered with drinks and snacks.
Music began to play in the room, and the song Ma Yiwen had ordered started.
The scruffy young man waved his hand irritably. "You guys sing."
The blue-haired young man asked Man'er in his arms, "Little Man'er, do you know this song?"
Man'er trembled and nodded. "Yes."
The blue-haired young man picked up two microphones from the coffee table. "Then let's sing it together."
After the male servers placed the snacks and opened the drinks, they lined up by the door, their gazes fixed on the scruffy young man, who was the only one without a companion.
"Get lost!" the scruffy young man roared at the male servers. "I'm in a bad mood. No tips."
The male servers bowed towards the scruffy young man and exited the room in unison.
The young man with the ponytail chuckled. "Brother Yan, perhaps they want more than just tips. Perhaps they want you."
The scruffy young man leaped up from the sofa and pounced on the ponytail youth, reaching for his clothes.
"They're not as good-looking as you. Let your brother try and see if I can find some excitement on you?"
The ponytail youth didn't expect the scruffy young man to attack him and hastily dodged.
He knocked over the woman beside him, who tilted and fell towards the side of the sofa, knocking over a potted plant.
With a loud "bang" that was drowned out by the extremely loud music, someone eavesdropping in the monitoring room was in for trouble. The loud noise in their earphones nearly deafened them...