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The selection of the girls was swift, as the Terrorist clearly had a deep understanding of Yang Chou's preferences. By the time they had chosen over a dozen women, the sudden appearance of one girl left Jufeng genuinely shocked.
Her figure was not particularly tall, but it was strikingly aggressive to the eye. She wore a tight black bodysuit and a leather skirt that barely reached her knees, teetering on the edge of being overly revealing.
However, looking up, one would be stunned by the stark contrast, just like Jufeng. The girl’s youthful face and her shy, evasive eyes conveyed a single question: her age was definitely not that of a blossoming beauty.
The Terrorist in charge of the selection brightened at the sight of this girl but quickly shook his head, repeating a phrase he had uttered countless times before.
“Next.”
This statement undoubtedly freed the girl from his grasp. Logically, she should have felt relieved, but instead, her anxious expression showed no signs of easing. Instead, she hurried forward and suddenly knelt down before the Terrorist, saying, “Brother, please choose me! Even though I’m young, I’m very capable... I can do anything! Really, please take me!”
This unexpected action startled everyone present. The heavily made-up women behind her couldn’t help but scold her; such behavior was considered disgraceful in their industry. They could rely on looks or gestures but must never plead with words. With disdainful glances and scornful remarks, they directed their contempt toward the girl, who seemed like a flickering candle in a dark wind.
The middle-aged woman overseeing the selection frowned at this scene and was about to instruct her subordinates to take away the disobedient girl for what would likely be a harsh lesson. However, before she could act, a voice suddenly rang out in the noisy room, silencing all private discussions.
Everyone turned to see that it was Jufeng speaking.
“Wait a moment; I have a few questions for her.”
This was directed at the middle-aged woman. She looked momentarily surprised but then politely bowed and gestured for her subordinates to pause.
The girl had already felt hopeless, as if she were about to be led into a damp dark room filled with brutish men.
Yet Jufeng ’s unexpected intervention felt like a ray of hope piercing through the darkness—a last straw to grasp while drowning. She lifted her eyes, glistening like water, reflecting either tears or light from above, and looked at Jufeng with hopeful anticipation.
“How old are you?” he asked.
“Brother, I... I am eighteen this year,” she replied.
Jufeng had been immersed in martial arts for quite some time; few could surpass him in discerning age from appearance alone. However, it was clear that this girl could not possibly be an adult.
He did not respond immediately but continued to gaze at her intently. The silence in the room grew heavy, making the girl feel increasingly uneasy.
After a long pause, she finally lowered her head in resignation and choked out, “I... I am thirteen this year.”
At this revelation, everyone present was taken aback—including the middle-aged woman and her colleagues. Clearly, the girl's appearance had effectively concealed her true age; everyone assumed she was an adult with youthful features without realizing that her actual age did not match her striking figure.
Jufeng fell silent for a moment, then turned to the Terrorist in charge of the orders and said, "Brother, is it alright if I take this woman? I'll settle the payment with Yang the Boss later."
The Terrorist hesitated for a moment, but Chen Tan Hua decisively interjected, "Alright, no problem. We'll take her as well."
The young girl expressed her gratitude repeatedly. Being still quite innocent, she had no understanding of the deceitful nature of society.
This brief interlude did not affect the smooth progress of the overall operation. After selecting about a dozen more women, they paid and took their leave.
Later, Jufeng learned from Chen Tan Hua about their operational process. The women were listed here, packaged by them, and then priced. Each woman's price varied; once selected, the Boss would take twenty percent of the set price, with the remainder going to the woman herself. The contract lasted for one year. As for whether they would renew the contract afterward and under what conditions, that was beyond their business scope.
Once the women were chosen, they needed time to settle matters at home, which required three days for back and forth.
On the way back, the Terrorist in charge of orders curiously asked Jufeng, "I heard Brother Feng is a married man. He seems well-mannered; he even feels comfortable taking a woman back with him."
Jufeng was taken aback and replied, "I didn't plan to take her back. I just thought she looked too pitiful; she must not be doing this willingly. So when I saw her, I intended to let her go. But don't worry; I won't shortchange anyone."
All the Terrorists were even more surprised upon hearing this. Chen Tan Hua also looked at Jufeng and seemed to ponder for a while.
They said, "Brother Feng really is quite naive. In this line of work, once a transaction is successful, you must ensure that the goods reach the customer. If that girl remains on this planet and they find out about it, there will be no good outcome for her. Moreover, if she returns here after a year, she must go back to that place to work. The initial contract is essentially a lifetime agreement unless you support her for life."
In fact, there was something they didn't say: Yang the Boss had instructed them to keep a close watch on him. Who knew if that girl might be some kind of spy? How could they possibly allow her to stay here?
Jufeng feigned realization but couldn't help looking somewhat dejected as he said, "I wanted to do a good deed but ended up making things worse. Sigh! It's going to be difficult when I get home!"
Upon hearing this, everyone couldn't help but chuckle. Seeing Jufeng's predicament somehow made their hearts feel lighter.
Perhaps it was just jealousy lurking deep within them.
At that moment, they passed by a group of beggars lining the street, many of whom were putting on pitiful faces in hopes of easy handouts.
Jufeng suddenly stopped in his tracks and rummaged through his pockets for a while before finally pulling out a bill. He sighed and said to himself, "Sigh! I hope doing good deeds will lessen my hardships when I get home."
He casually tossed it onto the ground. The beggar quickly picked it up with gratitude and wiped off the dust before placing it into his begging bowl.
Seeing this scene and Jufeng's continued awkwardness only made everyone laugh harder. They thought to themselves that even after doing him a good deed, who would do him any favors when he got back?
With mixed feelings of joy and sorrow, they returned to the hotel, waiting for the women to arrive tomorrow so they could report back on their mission.
Every time before, they would find some fun, but this time was different. They had to supervise Jufeng, so no one dared to be negligent.
However, after three rounds of supervision, Jufeng never left his home and showed no signs of movement. Even when it was time to leave, he remained calm and collected, without noticing anything unusual.
...
After Jufeng finished his charitable acts, it was late at night when a beggar slowly returned home. While checking his earnings, he suddenly discovered that one of the banknotes was covered in dense handwriting, which he had initially overlooked because it was on the back.
The beggar took a curious glance, thinking it might be some sort of advertisement. He didn't pay much attention at first, but once he read it, he was taken aback and felt a surge of joy.
Helping to report a terrorist undercover could earn him a reward—this was a lucrative deal that surpassed years of begging!
(To be continued)
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