Chapter 67: Ying’s Temptation

"Yang Fan, what role do you think the Huanjiang Club and President Han play in this transaction?"
"It doesn't matter much. President Han is a shareholder of the Huanjiang Club. One of these days, I'll find an opportunity to rescue the girls in Han's hands. And those two girls at the Chengdong Foot Massage City as well!"
He sighed heavily, then emptied the contents of his tote bag onto the table: expensive cigarettes, a set of keys for a house, a car worth over a million, earrings, necklaces, a branded phone, and a card loaded with five hundred thousand.
One could imagine how much commission could be earned just by catching one person.
No wonder such depraved acts happened.
Apart from the two packs of luxury cigarettes, everything else could easily keep a mistress. Yang Fan looked at them with disgust.
He tossed the cigarettes to Old Third, who was thrilled. As for the rest, Yang Fan simply carried them.
"Boss, what if we bring these slave girls before the victims and slap them in front of everyone? Would that help the girls overcome their fear?"
"Forget it. Don't provoke them. The more you punish the slaves, the more frightened the girls will become."
...
After thinking for a while, Yang Fan suddenly paused.
"Not only do I want to rescue those suffering girls, I also want to hit the redeemers hard."
"How do you plan to do that?" Huo Xinxi asked.
"Sister Ying made so much money off me. She should at least send me seventeen or eighteen slave girls. Then I'll use these slaves to exchange for the girls in Han's hands and make them bleed." Yang Fan spoke with resentment. The more he thought about it, the angrier he became.
Huo Xinxi was now following Yang Fan's lead. If they really could use these sin-ridden slave girls to trade for the suffering girls, it would truly be redemption.
The Buddha said: 'Lay down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha instantly.' But now, that saying feels utterly meaningless. Ask the victims—three thousand girls, three thousand families—would they agree to let these slaves become Buddhas?
"You hear me? You're all lucky. If my boss sends you back as maids, I don't need to say much!"
Old Third cursed directly, believing these slave girls deserved punishment.
"Alright, you two go home."
"Uncle, we're leaving then!" Liu Haoyu and Old Third waved excitedly.
"Remember, don't tell Zhang Chen and the others about the slave girls. Don't corrupt them. Just say they're your mistresses."

"Got it, Uncle!"
"And don't let Xue'er find out. Don't let the Qian family cause trouble. And don't bring them to the company—it'll ruin the mood."
"Don't worry, Uncle!"
The two probably didn't hear the rest. As for Liu Haoyu buying a house, that was just a matter of a word.
"Everyone understands. You don't need to spell everything out," Huo Xinxi said.
That night, in the special section of the Huanjiang Club, Sister Ying was there too. She wasn't summoned by Yang Fan; she had come to find him, to confirm the second-class auction matter...
"Sister Ying, I was looking everywhere for you yesterday. You didn't even leave a phone number," Yang Fan said, feigning frustration.
He was alone here tonight; Huo Xinxi hadn't come. According to Yang Fan's theory, lovers always become tiresome eventually, and he wanted Sister Ying and the others to think he was a womanizer.
After tonight, Huo Xinxi would appear with a different face.
"What's wrong?" Sister Ying asked.
"Huo Xinxi, that whore, actually called the police to arrest me. I was hoping you'd get her back for me. If she isn't brought into Redemption, and I end up at the police station, I'll be utterly humiliated."
Sister Ying, being who she was, naturally knew the value of a policewoman. Men have a desire to conquer, and conquering a policewoman is thrilling.
"That's possible!"
"But I couldn't reach you. Someone from Redemption came to me yesterday, so I let him handle it. Mainly, I couldn't contact you!"
Sister Ying was stunned—had she missed the opportunity just like that?
"Mostly, I couldn't reach you, and I was so angry yesterday. But honestly, you need to give me a way to contact you! That person even told me to give him the money from the second-class auction—how could I agree? It's always been you contacting me!"
Although he sent me eight slave girls and some small gifts, I couldn't agree.
Yang Fan spoke as if it were all true. Anyway, the internal contacts were confidential; even if you tried to check who stole your business, you couldn't. It was you who told me, after all.
"That's right, we're like siblings. You can't give it to him," Sister Ying suddenly became anxious. A client as big as Yang Fan couldn't just be lost.
"I know the rules." Yang Fan beckoned, and a maid beside Sister Ying came over. He casually tossed her a card.
"This is sixty million. Deposit it for me. You've always known I don't like carrying cards. Just withdraw it directly when the time comes."

Sister Ying's brows relaxed—sixty million in hand. Yet, since someone had already approached Yang Fan, she might really lose this big client...
"Brother, with our sibling relationship, there's no need to say more. As for those low-grade slave girls, I have plenty. You must hold steady!"
"Don't worry, Sister Ying. What are we, after all? Don't you know your little brother likes you?"
Yang Fan looked playfully at Sister Ying, letting them fight among themselves. If both sides didn't bleed heavily this time, it would be a miracle.
He had nothing else to do anyway.
"But seriously, Sister Ying, you really need to give me your contact info. If others try to trick me, I can consult you!"
"You're right!" Sister Ying said. Clearly, many people had their eyes on Yang Fan, the big client.
As a high-level slave, seducing men was her instinct. This big client was definitely worth it.
She dismissed all the maids and walked over to Yang Fan, sitting before him in the most alluring manner.
"Brother, where is your little lover, Xier?"
"Played with her for a couple of days—enough. Can't keep playing, can I? Actually, my favorite is you, Sister Ying." Yang Fan stroked her thigh a couple of times.
"If I became your lover, wouldn't you get bored after two days?" Sister Ying teased softly.
"How could I, when you're so tempting!" Yang Fan's hand had already slipped inside. She'd made so much money off him; this was just interest.
"I'm not as pretty as your wives."
"You're seductive," Yang Fan said, squinting lecherously.
Temptation was all about balance, continuously sparking a man's possessiveness. Sister Ying was an expert in this, but she thought Yang Fan had fallen for her, when in fact he was just playing along.
When it came to seduction, Lin Ruo—they were the ancestors of all these women...