After the two women finished speaking, they waved their phones at Chen Tie.
Her eyes full of seduction, she said, "Once we agree on the price, I'll send you the medical report."
Their words only deepened Chen Tie's interest.
In truth, the rich were rather particular about this sort of thing.
They might carouse outside every night and think themselves invincible, but weren't they afraid of catching something?
Even if impulse occasionally won and they skipped a full check-up, most of the time they kept their guard up and went for regular physicals to stay safe.
Forty thousand meant nothing to the old Chen Tie—a single "Dragon Package" at the club cost far more.
He'd downgraded his lifestyle lately, but he still had some savings.
And at that price, the thought of playing with two college girls did excite him.
Both were not only pretty but also tall and gracefully built.
The mere fact they were clean already put them miles above many others.
They were leagues beyond the so-called Atmosphere Group girls in the clubs.
Those club girls might know every trick, but when it came to actually taking them home, you'd hesitate—too many horror stories.
Just as the pony-tailed girl had said.
In this bustling city of prosperity, even hiring an Atmosphere Group girl for the night cost thousands, sometimes tens of thousands.
Let alone someone still… inexperienced.
If they really were virgins, it would be the jackpot.
Chen Tie swallowed hard, his throat bobbing. He tottered over, eyes glazed, and plopped down heavily. With a grand wave he barked, "Twenty grand each? I've got cash—how about tonight?"
The pony-tailed girl on his left pinched her nose in disgust. "No way. We have conditions; we're only doing this so we can travel."
He'd already heard the details in their voice messages.
He wasn't new to the story.
For a cash-strapped student, a designer bag, an expensive skincare set—even a free train ticket—could be traded for a night.
Not to mention selling their bodies to fund a dream trip abroad.
It happened all the time.
Chen Tie frowned irritably. "I heard—an overseas trip. What's so great about Tyrande? A backwater."
He clearly had no interest.
Seeing his lack of enthusiasm, the short-haired girl, looking sweet and innocent, jumped in. "Big brother, it's amazing! My friend posted photos. The night market's lively, we can feel the sea breeze and watch the ladyboys. The bars are unique. I've always wanted to go. You're loaded—take us, please?"
Chen Tie had only meant to pay extra and bed them both.
But the dimples that flashed when she smiled stirred something in him.
Wasn't she the very image of the white-moonlight girl every guy dreamed of?
Sure, she was bartering her body for a trip, but she only wanted to see the world—what crime was that?
He found himself unable to refuse outright.
Sensing his wavering, she pressed on, blinking her big eyes. "Big brother, say yes. You're so tall and strong—having you around would make two girls like us feel safe. It's our first time abroad. Please come with us, please?"
Each sweet "big brother" made his head spin; he felt himself sinking into a tender trap.
Before, with money to burn, he'd never have agreed—too much trouble. Cash on the nightstand, done.
But times had changed.
He'd crashed from the clouds to the abyss.
Now, in the city, he was a rat everyone wanted to stone.
He couldn't even face going back to Xishan.
Only these two strangers didn't know his ruin.
Instead of cold shoulders they gave him pleading smiles, begging him to travel with them.
He mused to himself.
He had nowhere to go, no one to keep him company.
A trip with them might not be so bad.
While he hesitated, the short-haired girl glanced at a man seated nearby.
They exchanged a look, then her phone chimed with a WeChat voice prompt.
She peeked at the screen, embarrassment flashing across her face, and whispered to her pony-tailed companion, "Sister Cai, it's him—don't tell me he's getting cold feet."
The pony-tailed girl rolled her eyes and snorted. "Only an idiot would turn down a deal like this. We're not some random tramps. What's there to think about? …Hand it over, I'll talk to him."