Chapter 305

The Milicato family's methods are rather wild; relying on the armed security provided by the Dai Ke family, they dare to do any kind of business, including human trafficking.

This person, Fursoles, has a bit of obsessive-compulsive disorder and is a detail fanatic; he pursues perfection in everything he does.

To cultivate the most perfect "gift girls," he spent a fortune purchasing many real ancient castles across Europe, many of which are national-level cultural heritage sites. Even the etiquette teachers who give lessons to the young ladies are former proper court ladies who served the royal family. It can be said that he ruthlessly grasps customer needs and strictly controls quality.

The "gift girls" cultivated by Fursoles' team are often more well-read, polite, and talented than real noble young ladies. Therefore, many high-society figures who do not wish to reveal their names are his loyal clients. Even now, in his Frankfurt mansion, Fan Daike is still keeping several "gifts" that haven't been unwrapped yet—those are prepared for winning over members of parliament.

The Turin Red breathing light flickered three times, and the buyer in the opposite viewing box won Constanjie.

The white-skirted girl, trembling and sobbing in the center of the stage, was quickly taken down, sent through the backstage passage to the side of the master who bought her. Melodious flute music sounded in the empty opera house, and the next "gift girl" was pushed onto the stage. The screen in front of Ning Zhe also synchronously updated with new personal profiles and life photos.

Tapping footsteps came from outside the curtain. Ning Zhe looked up and saw a man wearing a dark brown hunting suit with chestnut-colored hair lift the curtain and walk in. It was none other than the boss behind the scenes of this opera house, Fursoles Milicato.

"Good afternoon." Ning Zhe nodded at him.

"Good afternoon." Fursoles sat down opposite Ning Zhe and glanced at Xia Yubing, who was standing by the edge of the viewing box: "I didn't expect you would actually bring Ms. Xia here."

"What, not welcome?" Ning Zhe asked back.

"Of course welcome." Fursoles laughed and said: "You have already met Chairman Shen and Mr. Liu, right? How did the talk go with them?"

"The Easterners showed their sincerity; the next focus is the ladies of the Flim family." Ning Zhe gave an ambiguous answer and took the opportunity to glance at the bidding display on the screen.

The girl who just came on stage had a baby face that hadn't yet lost its childishness, with soft cheeks carrying a bit of cute baby fat. It seemed to have hit the masters' preferences, and the bidding in several viewing boxes was very intense. This girl was quickly bought.

"Alemia is a good girl; I have always been optimistic about her." Fursoles looked at the transaction price on the screen with a smile; it was quite a bit higher than his expectations. He didn't earn little from this deal.

The slightly teasing words drifted into Xia Yubing's ears, causing her fists to clench involuntarily.

Ning Zhe silently threw her a "calm down" look. Xia Yubing let out a breath, slowly loosened her tightly clenched fists, suppressed the impulse to beat up Fursoles, this human trafficker, and sat in the seat next to Ning Zhe.

"These mediocre beauties make me feel bored." Ning Zhe waved his hand and said: "When will my cute daughter appear?"

Xia Yubing widened her eyes upon hearing this: "Wha..."

"She is the grand finale." Fursoles said with a smile: "The best always appears last, isn't that right?"

An expectant look appeared on Ning Zhe's face, and he nodded with satisfaction.

Noticing the surprised expression on Xia Yubing's face, Fursoles explained: "I'm very sorry for making you misunderstand, Ms. Xia. Fan has no children. The 'daughter' we are talking about refers to: goddaughter."

Fursoles briefly explained the reason behind it—VIP clients whose consumption amount in the opera house reaches a certain quantity can spend extra money to make requests to the "production team," customizing a perfect girl tailored exclusively for the client. In addition, there is a paid service that allows clients to enter the "production team" to pay to play roles such as the girl's father, uncle, older brother, first love, Prince Charming... and so on, in order to make the girl's spirit collapse more thoroughly in the face of the truth, bringing a more joyful experience to her master.

Fursoles talked eloquently, introducing the professional services provided by his professional team, his gaze revealing memories: "So many years have passed, I don't know if you still remember what she looked like when she was baptized for the first time."

"Of course I remember." Ning Zhe's voice was tinged with a bit of self-satisfaction, and he said: "After all, I am her 'godfather'."

In Christian culture, "godparents" always play the role of guides and guardians. Newborns born in traditional parishes are generally baptized to become a believer one hundred days after birth. Their parents will choose a trustworthy couple as the child's godfather and godmother, becoming the child's guide in religion, as well as the second guardian besides the parents.

Besides teaching religious knowledge to the baptized child, if the child's biological parents pass away unexpectedly or are unable to fulfill their obligation to support the child, the godparents have the obligation to take over guardianship on behalf of the parents and raise the child to adulthood.

Essentially, this belongs to a risk-coping strategy developed by ordinary people to deal with accidents, similar to recognizing a godfather and godmother for the child to prevent the baby from ending up on the streets after one's own death.

Although in the current context, godfather and godmother aren't exactly good words either...

The girl appearing as the grand finale today is Fan Daike's goddaughter. When she was baptized in the church 16 years ago, Fan Daike was swearing on the Bible that he would guard this child until she grew up to be an adult capable of self-reliance.

16 years of time passed in a flash. The fruit planted in the past has matured, and the young girl in her prime is standing tall and graceful; it is time for harvesting.

Xia Yubing swallowed a mouthful of saliva, forcibly suppressing the desire to vomit. Although she had long been mentally prepared for the rotten depravity of the European elite, such animalistic behavior that violates human ethics still made her feel physically nauseated.

Amidst the conversation, another girl was won by a buyer. The Turin Red breathing light flashed three times. Xia Yubing made an excuse to go to the restroom, fled the viewing box as if escaping, and stood by the toilet, retching uncontrollably.

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Is it because of empathy for one's own kind? Seeing the tears on the faces of these girls who are bought and sold as goods, does it remind her of herself, who was married off to "Yu Zi Qian" by her aunt as a bargaining chip?

Or is it because of fear? Fear that her own life is no different from these "gift girls," designed precisely and thoroughly... or perhaps it is the moral dignity of being human aching in her heart, making her unable to bear seeing living people being kept and slaughtered like livestock?

Perhaps both, perhaps neither; Xia Yubing herself cannot say clearly.

Putting her hands under the faucet to adjust to cold water to wash her face, Xia Yubing wiped the water droplets off her face and returned to the viewing box just now with great difficulty.

Every "gift girl" needs to go through the strictest selection and more than ten years of careful cultivation by a professional team, so they are incomparably rare and expensive. Every auction is a case of many wolves and little meat, and every "gift" is a hot commodity. Xia Yubing only left for such a short while, and this auction has already reached its end.

New personal information appeared on the screen in the center of the viewing box. That was a Persian girl with wheat-colored skin and long, seaweed-like curly black hair. Her beautiful violet eyes were filled with a lake of water called sorrow. As she stumbled, she gently swayed, creating heart-stirring round ripples.

Her name is: Elan Shalishali Anwarner.

"The Persian Princess."

(End of this chapter)