Chapter 451 "Sense of Conquest"

Chapter 451 "Sense of Conquest"

Chapter 451 "Sense of Conquest"

"What are you waiting for me to do?"

Chen was a little puzzled. This social event might have nothing to do with Sister Breast Trembling.

"Well... I just thought we could chat sometime."

Huang Cancan paused and responded with obvious insincerity.

"Hoho~"

Chen thought to himself, you waited at the door for an hour, is it really that simple just to chat with me?
Isn't this the equivalent of a boy coaxing a girl to go to a hotel and then swearing that "we're just going to hug each other and sleep together"?

In fact, it’s just because of the desire for each other’s body!
For Huang Cancan, it might be that she craves the "feeling of being treated cruelly" or the "mode of calling daddy in a humbly manner."

"I'm busy tonight. I'm going to sing later."

Chen Zhuo didn't refuse directly. Which sultry birdman wouldn't like this kind of thing? But he really didn't have time.

"Is there a second game?"

There was a hint of disappointment in Huang Cancan's tone. She had to muster up the courage to come here after going through some mental preparation, for fear of offending Chen.

But fortunately, Chen Zhuo's attitude was always calm, and he didn't show any impatience even when he refused.

"Yes, we are going to Yunhaiyue, let's not talk about it for now."

After Chen Zhuo hung up the phone, he got into the car with Sheng Yucai, Li Yunpeng, Jin Tao, the managers of the three major operators, and the old rogue Wang Youqing.

"Whose phone number is it?"

Wang Youqing didn't want the car to be too boring, so he teased Chen: "Looking at your lewd smile under your serious eyes, the one on the phone was not a serious relationship."

Chen thought to himself, you bastard, you are really good at judging people, and retorted with a smile: "More serious than those little sluts in Yun Haiyue."

Sheng Yucai and the others all clapped and laughed. This inappropriate-sounding conversation was in line with the atmosphere of the second scene.

Sometimes, it seems that people are drinking and chatting at a banquet, but the essence of the banquet is actually full of intrigue. If you bring the same attitude from the drinking table to entertainment occasions, it will inevitably be a bit awkward.

Wang Youqing was very experienced. He knew that Chen Zhe was not suitable to speak first, so he took the lead in being the shameless person.

Next, the five men were in the business car, telling some vulgar jokes.

Li Yunpeng from China Unicom, who was just discussing issues seriously at the dinner table, unexpectedly turned out to be also a good teller of jokes.

He coughed and said, "Although the current economic situation is good, men and women are still very tired. For gay men, two hands are just enough, because one hand is used for hiking and the other hand is used for playing in the water. However, the success of lesbians is forced out.

These people are not good people and they immediately understood the meaning of "traveling around".

Moreover, they exchanged "encouraging" looks with each other, indicating "you should try one too."

Wang Youqing was not willing to be outdone, and immediately said, "There was a man seeking marriage. He said he had a terminal illness and wanted to find a beautiful young woman to have children with. He offered a villa as a reward for each child she gave birth to. A big reward would surely bring a brave man, and finally a girl really agreed."

"But after three years, she still hadn't gotten pregnant, and the man showed no signs of dying, so the woman couldn't help but ask, 'What terminal illness do you have?'

Wang Youqing winked and said, "The man answered casually, infertility."

"Hahaha~"

Everyone laughed again.

In fact, these jokes are quite consistent with the characteristics of dirty jokes within the system - subtle and worth savoring.

As the main host of the evening's banquet, and since the elders Guo Jiamao and Liang Haoqun were not here, it was really awkward for Chen to remain silent.

So, Chen rubbed his hands and said, "What Mr. Wang said is not a good man. The standard of a real good man is to respect the elderly and love the young."

"What do you mean?"

Wang Youqing knew that Chen Zhe was not preaching, and this kid would not be so disappointing. There must be something fishy going on.

"Respect the old and love the young. When you take care of grandma, don't forget your sister."

Chen said with a smile.

This joke was too subtle. Wang Youqing was stunned for a moment before he responded with a smile.

This was in line with the "norms" of dirty jokes within the system. The business car was immediately filled with a lewd atmosphere. Even Sheng Yucai from China Mobile forgot that their company actually had a "Fetion".

The so-called "learning network internal communication software" that requires a mobile phone number to register with one click is actually equivalent to a simplified version of Fetion.

What’s even more amazing than Fetion is that China Unicom and China Telecom numbers can still be used to apply for registration.

But this cannot be blamed on Sheng Yucai. Even if the top leader of the headquarters was here at this time, he would never be able to guess Chen Zhe's ultimate goal.

……

The group happily arrived at Yunhaiyue. The female minister was very sensible. After receiving Wang Youqing's message, she waited downstairs.

Chen Zhuo was the last one to get off the bus. He told Wan Da's driver, "Just bear with me for a while. There are some important things in the bus. When the time comes, send the leaders home, and then you can go back and have a rest."

"No problem, Mr. Chen."

The new driver knew the relationship between Chen Zhuo and Wang Youqing, so he spoke in a polite tone.

The "more important things" refer to the Maotai that Chen Zhuo gave to Sheng Yucai, Li Yunpeng and Jin Tao, as well as the envelope inside.

Putting aside the envelope, when it comes to gift-giving, cigarettes and alcohol are far better than tea.

Because there are many types of tea on the market and there is no unified quantitative standard, the value is vague and difficult to judge, unlike Maozi and Huazi which have market liquidity.

Therefore, when giving gifts, even if the other person likes to drink tea very much, we must not just give tea.

"Boss Wang, bosses, we have prepared some drinks in the room."

The plump female minister, who was in her early thirties, with a pretty face and wearing a cheongsam, greeted me with a smile.

In the hearts of the ladies in these clubs, Wang Youqing is almost the "invincible king".

After all, he is one of the leaders of Wanta, he is rich, powerful, has subordinates and is good at bragging. Every time Wang Youqing is going to entertain guests, they will pay special attention to him.

For example, when he learned that Wang Youqing and others were having their second social event, he specially prepared some hangover drinks.

Chen Zhuo, Sheng Yucai and others did not say anything, which was a sign that the leaders "knew the rules" in these places, and they let Wang Youqing give them orders.

"Call some good singers over here."

Wang Youqing deliberately fell behind a few steps, and then instructed the female minister: "Open five more... four rooms."

"Aren't there five of you?"

The female minister nodded.

"The youngest one shouldn't have this requirement."

Wang Youqing looked at Chen Zhuo's back and said, "That guy has high standards. Don't bother with him."

"Boss Wang, the girls here are pretty good looking too~"

The female minister seemed a little unconvinced.

"Haha, just follow my instructions."

Wang Youqing smiled and did not argue.

Although he had never met Yu Xian and Song Shiwei, if he put himself in Chen Zhe's shoes, would he still be in need of beautiful female college students with both education and good temperament?
Whether it's talking about the heart, marriage or body, there will be no shortage of them.

"Don't worry, Mr. Wang."

The female minister first made a promise, then frowned: "According to our rules, we don't cover drunkenness. If this happens, your friend should understand."

……

Just like that, the group entered the dim yet blurry box.

The first song after we sat down was "Little White Poplar" ordered by Jin Tao. Chen grinned, thinking that this was also the mark of a group.

This group is quite broad:
Born in the 60s, he served in the army due to policy reasons, and after demobilization he was exempted from examinations and entered the system because of policy, but he did not read many books or receive systematic education.

He has a good alcohol tolerance and became a leader of some size after middle age. His favorite song to order in KTV is "Little White Poplar".

If I had not entered the system and instead chose to go into business, "Only Hard Work Can Win" would be a must-try song.

As rows of poorly shot poplar trees appeared on TV, it was obvious that the picture quality was from the 90s, but Jin Tao's interest was not affected, and he immediately began to sing lyrically.

"A little white poplar tree grows next to the sentry post, with deep roots and a strong trunk..."

This kind of song is too hard for Chen Zhe to relate to, as he is from the generation that grew up listening to Jay Chou and Jolin Tsai.

However, singing Jay Chou's songs in this KTV is somewhat "out of touch with the masses", and it will make Sheng Yucai and others feel that Chen Zhe is a "child", thus subconsciously creating a psychological barrier.

This would be an obstacle to future discussions, so Chen sang Andy Lau's "A Moment of Romance".

In 2008, Dehua was still a national idol. Almost everyone, from those in their sixties to those in their sixteens, could hum a few lines of his songs.

Moreover, in this era, KTV is not called "commercial KTV" and the singing companion is not called "princess", just call her "little sister". Everyone in the box has a "little sister" beside him. Except for Wang Youqing who carelessly hugged the girl's waist and tilted his head from time to time to whisper something to her, Chen Zhuo and Sheng Yucai were all sitting upright.

Chen Zhuo is because he looks down on others.

Sheng Yucai and his colleagues are not used to taking direct action. After all, leaders are supposed to be "reserved".

Besides, they all knew that since they were here, there would definitely be more than just singing. There would probably be other arrangements later, so there was no need to be anxious.

"boss."

The little sister sitting next to Chen Zhuo, because she had been ignored for a while, asked a little sadly: "Do you want to sing a song? I'll go and order one for you. Actually, you sing quite well."

"No, thank you."

Chen refused indifferently but politely.

This little girl should be about the same age as Chen Zhe. Apart from looking a little tired from drinking and staying up late, her facial features are pretty good.

If this were some men, they might start asking questions after getting a little familiar with the woman:
"where are you come from?"

"What do your parents do? Why don't you go to school at your age?"

"I suggest you go to a college, learn some skills and knowledge, and don't do this job anymore."

……

In fact, "persuading the princess to become a good woman" is not a pleasing behavior. It is equivalent to asking a poor student, why can't you get 150 points in math?

Given a choice, who would be willing to do this kind of job of accompanying people to drink and make them laugh?

Also, these girls don’t think this is concern. They feel more that the people who say such things are looking down on them with pity.

Or they want to impress people with words and get something for free.

In fact, not only do they have a lot of experience and are not easily deceived by lies, they also really don't need the sympathy of ordinary people.

In a high-end club of the size of Yunhaiyue, if the hostesses are a little diligent, it is no problem to earn 20,000 yuan a month.

The monthly salary in 2008 was yuan.

For working-class men, it would be like "using a Xiaomi phone with a broken screen to scan the QR code of a girl's brand new iPhone 2025" in 16.

So Chen Zhuo didn't bother to pay attention to the girl beside him, he just kept his distance from her but didn't drive her away. Pretending to be aloof would embarrass the guests.

He ate a few bites of fruit, occasionally applauded those who were singing, occasionally drank with those who were not singing, and then lay on the sofa, a little drunk, chatting with Huang Cancan.

Chen Zhuo had just drunk quite a bit at Bingsheng and was a little tipsy, so he switched to Martell at the KTV.

Martell is a foreign liquor and is the most common drink in KTVs. Besides the reasons of admiring foreign things and keeping up with the fashion, another reason is that the profits are huge.

However, when white wine is mixed with foreign liquor, even a god would be knocked out by the aftereffects. Even Chen, who has a good alcohol tolerance, still felt a little nauseous.

As for sister with trembling breasts, she probably had nothing to do at home after being rejected by Chen, so she kept pestering and asking about the conditions of those ladies in the KTV.

Chen was feeling a bit bored here, so he answered incoherently.

Huang Cancan: How old is the girl next to you?
Chen Zhuo: He looks to be around 20 years old.

……

Huang Cancan: You’re so young and you’re already here to accompany drinking?

Chen Zhuo: Respect other people's destiny. Everyone has his or her own way of living.

……

Chen Zhuo: You had a lot of social engagements in the past, it’s impossible that you have never been to a KTV.

Huang Cancan: I have definitely been to a normal KTV, but leaders rarely take us to places like you that have hostesses.

……

Chen thought about it and it made sense. How could he bring female colleagues or subordinates to such a place? Not only would it affect his image, but he would also not be able to relax.

"Letting go" means being like Wang Youqing, whose hands are almost touching under his sister's skirt.

However, there is such a guy during social gatherings. He raises the bottom line of shamelessness, and other leaders seem very elegant just touching legs or rubbing breasts.

After a while, Huang Cancan continued to send messages.

Perhaps driven by curiosity, she asked more and more detailed questions, and the scale of the questions became larger and larger, as if she was eager to know "the details of her man having sex with other strange women."

Huang Cancan: Are the hostesses pretty?

Chen Zhuo: It’s okay, but the makeup is too heavy.

Huang Cancan: Are your breasts big?

Chen Zhuo: ...I didn’t notice that.

Huang Cancan: Don’t pretend to be serious. I know you must have watched it secretly.

Chen Zhuo: Hmm... not big, it feels like there’s something padding it.

Huang Cancan: Do you want to touch it?
……

Chen's face turned red.

how to say?

He didn't want to touch it at first, but after being "reminded" by Sister Xiongzhi, his eyes unconsciously drifted over.

At this time, the hostess named "Xiao Ya" was singing "White Fox", which was a popular song at the time.

"I am a fox that has been waiting for a thousand years, waiting for a thousand years but feeling helpless for a thousand years..."

She held the microphone with both hands. The dim light in the box barely hooked her smoky false eyelashes. One of the shoulder straps of her cheap suspender skirt was always about to fall, and she would pull it up with her hand from time to time.

The smell of cheap perfume wafted into her nose, and her whole body exuded a chaotic texture that was somewhere between a girl and a woman.

Xiaoya noticed that this young and handsome boy, who had ignored her before, seemed to be observing her.

She turned her head and smiled ingratiatingly, the cheap gold powder in the corners of her eyes floated on the sunken collarbone as her cheeks moved, and when her legs were crossed, the translucent black stockings looked like pure carnal desires nailed in luminous amber.

Chen felt as if something good was being stirred up in his heart. His throat moved, and he felt a little dry in the mouth. He picked up a glass of Martell with ice and poured it into his throat.

It feels cool and refreshing at first, but it's like pouring wine on a fire.

It had no effect on extinguishing the fire, which only grew more intense. Soon, the feeling of heat on Chen's body became more obvious.

But Huang Cancan kept asking.

Huang Cancan: Do you want to touch it?

Chen Zhuo: I don’t want to.

Huang Cancan: A man who says one thing and means another. You hesitated for so long before replying when you didn’t want to touch me. Did you sneak into the bathroom and touch me just now?

For some reason, Chen Zhuo would not discuss these topics with his real girlfriend. He always felt it was weird.

But with Sister Busty, maybe because I knew her deepest secrets, or maybe because I had never thought about having a relationship with her, I didn’t mind communicating about “sex” with her anyway.

A man who wants to be successful must find a woman who can manage the household for you, a woman who can help you at work, a woman you can get along with like a friend, and a woman who can satisfy you sexually like a slave.

Then find a way to prevent them from seeing each other.

Chen's face was as gloomy as water, but his inner desires were surging.

Huang Cancan didn't know and was still teasing.

She asked: What would happen if I became a hostess?
Chen Zhuo: If you were still a TV host, your business would be booming.

Huang Cancan: Why?
Chen Zhuo: All men have a sense of curiosity. When a superior female host is held in his arms and flirted with, it greatly satisfies his inner desire for conquest and perversion.

In fact, Chen Zhe did not realize that, under the influence of the mixed alcohol, although his consciousness seemed clear, his control over his body and brain had actually declined, and his responses were becoming more and more bold.

Huang Cancan: Haha, what does it mean to conquer? With the strawberry mark left by that man, and then live broadcast to the audience, let them guess who left it?

This sentence is so tempting, just imagine the picture.

The glamorous female host on TV had a pink tooth mark on her neck that she tried to hide. She knew it was caused by her sucking, but she pretended to be fine and asked her classmates:
"What happened to her neck?"

"Maybe I'm allergic."

After the classmate came closer to observe, he said indifferently.

That deep-seated perverted sense of conquest and the secret joy of having an affair can almost stimulate the adrenaline to explode.

So, Chen Zhuo, confused, uncontrollably, and by mistake, sent a message:
"where are you now?"

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(There's another chapter tonight)
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