Chapter 440

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Two beautiful girls at the bar counter at the entrance were chatting about some new products in a fashion magazine; these things full of trendy atmosphere are girls' favorites.

Who doesn't want to become a stylish person?

In order to become stylish, they can sleep with a man they have known for less than five minutes, and they can also take off the clothes that represent shame and stand in front of the camera posing in a seductive manner for a paycheck.

Perhaps at first they are not quite used to these things and will feel a bit shy and embarrassed.

But when they begin to enjoy the wealth exchanged through selling their dignity and take pleasure in it, it becomes very difficult for them to get rid of these things and such a life.

The company's main door was pushed open, and several young men who looked like they had a lot of class walked in.

The clothes Lans and his men were wearing were all top-tier garments handmade by old tailors; in the Empire, this is a craft that only nobles can enjoy.

These girls, including the middle class, were very good at distinguishing the quality of these clothes. Just by simply looking at the handling of the small details, they knew these clothes were not cheap.

"Hello, is there anything I can do for you?"

The two girls put the magazine back into the drawer and then stood up, their faces full of sweet smiles.

Lans walked to the front of the counter, took a look at some decorations on the backboard behind them, and finally his gaze landed on them, "I want to find a girl."

"You mean to select one?" One of the girls had a face full of smiles; this was business coming in, "What purpose do you intend to use her for?"

"A print model, film shooting, or some event scene?"

She took out a small brochure for introduction and handed it over. While seemingly flipping through it casually, they support many activities, including the "party girls" the girl had not mentioned just now.

These "party girls" are a group similar to atmosphere-setters. If someone wants to hold a party in their villa and wants some beautiful, one-time-use girls to attend,

then they will also provide them, starting at at least fifty dollars each, and more could be two or three hundred, three or five hundred, or even one or two thousand.

They will take some pictures similar to magazine covers for some of these girls and tell you why these cost two or three hundred or three or five hundred.

Because they are models with a little fame, their prices are higher.

In fact, they are not necessarily models with a little fame, and the people who select these girls do not really care if they are; what they care about is only the quality and the pleasure brought by spending money.

The money of these rich people is really not hard to earn; as long as you discover their needs, you can put the money in the rich people's pockets into your own.

Lans shook his head, "Do you have a higher-level person in charge?"

"Like a client manager?"

The front desk girl nodded, "Please wait a moment."

She felt that this might be a big order. She picked up the phone, pressed a blue button, and whispered a few words. Soon, a man in his thirties, radiating an aura of "living off women," walked out from the door in the back.

"Hello, sir, I am Mike, the client manager of Dream Crystal. I will serve you now!"

"Please come with me."

He could also see that Lans's outfit was not cheap; the whole person was blooming!

He gave the two girls at the front desk a look that said, "I will remember your kindness," and then led Lans into his office.

When the front desk girl brought coffee and everyone was seated, he sat in his position with his hands clasped together.

"So... sir, how should I address you?"

"White."

"Alright, Mr. White, I would like to know what kind of girl you want?"

"We operate various projects here. No matter what your needs are, even if it is not a girl, we can also provide boys."

"Models, actors, dance performers, ballet dancers, anyone you want!"

He even lowered his voice a bit, "We are not that strict on age either!" Saying this, he also revealed a meaningful smile.

Lans looked at him for a while, took out the small photo the middle-aged man had given him, "I want to find this girl."

The manager took the photo with some curiosity. He frowned, "Sorry, this photo looks... a bit old. I cannot quite distinguish whether she is a signed model of ours."

He returned the photo to Lans, "However, we can provide ones who look similar to her, or ones who are more beautiful and have more experience."

"What do you want to use her for?"

Lans took the photo back into his hand, "Can I chat with your talent scout?"

Manager Mike's expression stiffened. He seemed to realize that Lans was not here to do business.

The smile vanished from his face in an instant. He narrowed his eyes slightly, and a trace of dangerous luster shone through the slits of his eyes, "Mr. White, if you are here to do business, we welcome you very much!"

"But if you are here to cause trouble, I can only say you have come to the wrong place. This is not a place where just anyone can run wild!"

Dream Crystal Company relies on the powerful and influential people of the Bay Area behind it. If something happens, they do not even need to settle it themselves; the powerful and influential people of the Bay Area will help them handle it.

He was not afraid of Lans, nor was he afraid of most people in this city, once he knew what the nature of his work was.

Lans stood up and extended his right hand, "It seems we cannot make this deal."

Mike was stunned for a moment and also stood up. At least for now, it seemed there would be no accidents.

Out of politeness, he also extended his hand, "It is a pity that we could not..."

Just when he thought both sides were shaking hands and ending this fruitless negotiation, Lans suddenly grabbed his wrist and, amidst his stunned expression, pressed his palm onto the table.

In the very instant before he could react, Lans pulled a dagger from his waist. The dagger pierced through Manager Mike's palm, pinning his hand to the table!

With a "dong" sound, one could tell it was pinned very tightly.

After screaming in pain instinctively, he subconsciously wanted to pull back, but the sharp blade cut a bit of muscle, and he immediately dared not move, only screaming!

"Ah, ah, come quickly, there is a madman here!"

The sound of footsteps outside did not make Lans show any panicked expression. He even held both sides of his lapels and shook them, letting his clothes, which were a bit messy due to the sudden violent and large-scale movement, become smooth again.

Then he sat back in the chair, took a cigarette from the cigarette case on the table, and lit it with a desktop lighter.

It was a silver desktop lighter, a girl wearing a skirt. When you pressed down on her arm with force, her clothes would be torn open, revealing the naked body inside.

Low-class, base, but fitting the temperament of this place.

The office door was pushed open, and two security guards rushed in with fierce faces. Soon the expressions on their faces turned into astonishment, and then they slowly raised their hands.

Two guns were pressed against their foreheads. Besides raising their hands, they dared not do anything else.

"My hand...", Manager Mike's other hand was holding his injured arm, his body trembling due to the pain.

But at this time, his screams were not as intense. He realized that he, or rather the company, had truly encountered big trouble.

"Do you know..."

Lans exhaled smoke toward him. He coughed a few times and interrupted what he wanted to say himself.

"I want to find a girl. She might have been discovered and taken away by your talent scout."

"If you can cooperate, I guarantee that within thirty minutes, you will be able to go to the hospital to have the wound on your palm treated."

"If you cannot cooperate, I can only guarantee that you will be complete when you are buried."

Manager Mike looked at him; he did not seem to be lying. He struggled intensely in his heart for a while before pointing at the phone and saying, "I need to call them over."

Lans raised his hand to signal him to go ahead.

He picked up the phone and said in a slightly trembling voice, "Motherfucker, get to my office!"

He said that and hung up the phone!

This person was the supervisor of the talent scout office, and he was responsible for the dozen or so talent scouts in the entire company.

Although he knew that this had nothing to do with the talent scout supervisor, it still did not prevent him from venting his temper on this supervisor.

Lans grabbed the dagger and pulled it out with force. The manager cried out in pain again. He held his palm, which had already begun to swell slightly, and revealed a pleading look, "I need to go to the hospital."

The wound on his palm was bleeding continuously, and he was terrified.

But Lans shook his head, "Those girls also want to go to the hospital, but the vast majority of them do not have the chance to enter a hospital alive."

Manager Mike's complexion became even worse, even somewhat ashen. He knew that the person in front of him knew their core business.

About four or five minutes later, the office door opened again. The talent scout supervisor was stunned for a moment. Just as he was about to turn around, his hair was grabbed by Hiram and he was dragged in!

He hurriedly put on a smile, "I don't know what happened, it has nothing to do with me..."

He glanced at Manager Mike and stood there honestly.

Lans looked at him and asked, "You guys went to the Xingang District to search for those girls recently?"

The talent scout supervisor was stunned for a moment, and he was also cursing in his heart.

If you have someone you care about, why don't you take her away from a dangerous place?

Isn't this harming people?

But now he could only put on a smile and say, "This matter was not handled by me. Can I make a phone call?"

Lans let him make the call. While explaining, he picked up the phone, "We have two talent scouts responsible for the Xingang District; they are good at discovering those girls with talent..."

A few minutes later, the door opened again, and two middle-aged men who looked a bit sleazy walked in passively.

Lans showed them the photo in his hand, "I want to find this girl. Has anyone of you seen her?"

The two men's gazes focused on that photo. One of the guys' expressions flickered, but soon they all said they had not seen her.