Chapter 386: Am I Worth Eighty Yuan?

"Hey, wake up, wake up..."

"Eng... I'm so sleepy... let me sleep a bit more..."

"Sleep for what? The sky is about to brighten..."

Fu Guiyin felt a wave of dizziness. The aftereffect of the strong liquor combined with the release of hormones gave her a feeling of flying. At this moment, she felt she had no strength in her whole body.

But someone was pushing her shoulders continuously, and even slapped her face, forcing her to open her eyes with difficulty.

The man in front of her gradually became clear.

About thirty years old. At first glance, there really were a few shadows of Xu Ziliang, but looking closely... why is he so greasy?

There was not a shred of the refined elegance of a young gentleman, only the slickness honed by the brutal beatings of society.

But let's think about it carefully...

Forget it, forget it. Don't judge a book by its cover. It's not a loss, right!

But the next moment, another younger, short man appeared behind the greasy man, and then a few exquisite printed materials were thrown onto Fu Guiyin's face.

"Put on your clothes immediately, get out!"

What is this situation? What does this mean? Why throw money at me?

Fu Guiyin recognized this kind of printed material; it was called "Da Tuanjie" (Great Unity), a 10-yuan RMB note. It couldn't circulate in the international market at all and belonged to local currency of low value.

Fu Guiyin was dumbfounded, completely dumbfounded.

Why did this person appear in this room, and why did he give her money?

But the greasy man didn't wait for Fu Guiyin to wake up, busily putting clothes on her, stuffing the money into her hand, and pushing her out the door while supporting her.

"Bang!"

As the door closed, Fu Guiyin, who was numb and dumbfounded due to the hangover, finally understood what the situation was.

She had been misunderstood, and the misunderstanding was... unbelievable.

Count the banknotes in her hand: one, two, three, four, five... eight in total.

Eighty yuan. I am a dignified eldest lady with millions in assets, and I am only worth eighty yuan?

It's my fault for going to the wrong door, but giving me eighty yuan... do you want to die?

After the greasy man pushed Fu Guiyin out the door, he supported his waist and laughed: "Where did Mr. Nakamura find such good goods? Although she looks a bit old, she is actually quite capable."

"The technique is good, and the clothes and cosmetics seem to be of high grade. She should be high-end goods locally..."

The man named Nakamura raised his eyes to look at the greasy man and said coldly: "Her groaning is not professional enough. If Mr. Ai has the opportunity to go to Japan in the future, I can let you see what real high-end goods are like."

"Is that so? That's really something to look forward to."

The smile on Ai Zhixin's face was very bright, very expectant, and very polite.

But he used ten percent of his strength to control his two rows of teeth so they wouldn't bite together fiercely.

After all, you can't smile while gritting your teeth.

I'd be a fool to go to Japan! Last time I almost died in the hands of your grandpa. You vampires, superficially civilized and polite, are more ruthless than evil ghosts in your bones.

Ten years ago, Ai Zhixin saw with his own eyes that his family was tortured by Nakamura Kenshu until they groaned in pain.

All the money was squeezed out, and they were tortured until they cried and wailed, but that old thing Nakamura still complained that their groaning was not professional enough.

Ai Zhixin still doesn't understand until now what kind of mentality some Japanese women have to be able to make that kind of cry that people interpret as "the pleasure of being conquered."

Compared with them, those girls in the lighthouse country are really not subtle enough, not real enough, not weak enough like water, too damn rough, too damn unprofessional.

And this kid named Nakamura Naoto actually said "groaning is not professional enough" in front of him. Is this mocking him?

If it weren't for his father and his own revival plan, Ai Zhixin would have slapped him in the face right now.

In his view, this kid who was half a head shorter than him had a combat power that was not a little bit worse than his.

Nakamura Naoto looked at Ai Zhixin, who was smiling, but his face was very solemn.

Ten years ago, he was still young and hadn't had deep contact with Ai Zhixin's family, but his father and his grandpa had all said that the Prince Beile Beile family was treacherous.

The Prince Beile Beile family used extreme servility to paralyze the Nakamura family, and then let the Prince Beile Beile family flee to the lighthouse country.

And this time the two families cooperated, it is said that after grandpa answered the Prince Beile Beile family's phone call, he broke his favorite teapot.

So this time Nakamura Naoto came to cooperate with Ai Zhixin with a very cautious attitude.

But now it seems that the other party still hasn't straightened their spine?

Could it be that the eagle gave birth to a night cat, and each generation is not as good as the last?

"Clang clang clang clang clang clang!"

Ai Zhixin and Nakamura Naoto were still thinking about their own things, but suddenly there was a knocking on the door outside.

Ai Zhixin frowned, looked through the cat's eye, and found that Fu Guiyin, who was still weak just now, was knocking on the door frantically with red eyes.

Ai Zhixin was suddenly panicked, because Fu Guiyin's expression at this moment was too scary. If she had a knife in her hand, Ai Zhixin felt she was coming in to kill.

So he hurriedly turned back and asked Nakamura Naoto: "It's the woman just now. Did you give her too little money? I said it's impossible for this grade to be this price?"

But Nakamura Naoto was not panicked at all and said coldly: "I hate this kind of temporary price increase the most, without any contractual spirit. Don't worry, the hotel will drive her away."

"Is that so?"

Ai Zhixin was skeptical, but this Nakamura Naoto said he had been in the mainland for four years, so he should know more about the situation in the mainland than him.

A few minutes later, the hotel staff really came over.

But the result was different from what Nakamura Naoto said, because Fu Guiyin was a resident of the hotel and had the key to the hotel room as proof.

If it weren't for the hotel staff trying their best to stop it, the two men could have been scratched into big flower cats by Fu Guiyin.

Nakamura Naoto showed extremely high physical fitness, flashed out of the room in two or three steps and disappeared, leaving only Ai Zhixin to deal with Fu Guiyin's anger.

Fu Guiyin was furious for a few minutes, and then appeared to be weak. After all, kidney deficiency doesn't just happen to men; if women are loose enough, they will also be weak.

"Call the police, you can't run, you are dead."

Fu Guiyin began to threaten Ai Zhixin fiercely.

Ai Zhixin was suddenly panicked. Old Song told him in the capital that the style of work here is very strict. Why was he so careless?

So he said carefully: "Misunderstanding, this is all a misunderstanding, beautiful lady, please don't notify the police. This kind of thing has a very bad influence in the mainland, and both you and I will have trouble. Let's have a drink and chat, how about it?"

"Have a drink? Chat?"

Fu Guiyin looked at Ai Zhixin, who suddenly became "humble," and suddenly felt a strong pleasure in her heart.

Ai Zhixin still looked a bit like Xu Ziliang, and this humble flattery was Fu Guiyin's long-cherished wish in her dreams for many years.

This submissive attitude, this obedience of handing oneself over to the opponent to handle, simply made Fu Guiyin love it to death.

Fu Guiyin hooked the key to her room on her finger and turned it lightly like a windmill, just like her light and narrow mood at this time.

"Okay, go to my room and have a good drink."

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 387 =====