Xiang Country.
Sulitan Island.
Finally finding so leisure ti on his holiday, Young Master Luo, Director Luo, wore flower-patterned shorts, sunglasses, and lay on a beach chair by the shore, crossing his legs, with a glass of iced juice beside him, enjoying the pleasant sea breeze. It was truly carefree and comfortable.
"Sigh, I must be out of my mind, leaving such a wonderful life behind, insisting on working like a horse and ox."
His sunglasses reflected the beach and the various styles of bikini won on it.
Compared to this mont, life back ho is simply unbearable, too bitter to recall.
"Director Luo is a person with ideals and ambitions, different from those who indulge in pleasure."
Xia Wanqing was, of course, also there. This oiran worth eight figures seed to finally play her essential role, lying on the other recliner beside him, wearing a black one-piece bikini, exuding mysterious sensuality, but sowhat unnecessarily had a sun-protection shirt draped over it.
"No, you’re giving too much credit. My greatest wish in this lifeti is just to eat, drink, play, and have fun."
Luo Peng counted on his fingers, with no sha at all, truly not caring about his image one bit.
Wan Qing smiled, looking at the bustling beach, "If Director Luo’s wish is to eat, drink, and have fun, you can already achieve it now."
"I want to, but the old man at ho disagrees. Who wouldn’t want to be a carefree rich second generation? But my old man has always had high hopes for , and I, for one, don’t have many faults; it’s just that I’m soft-hearted. He managed to raise , and I really can’t bear to let him down."
Luo Peng picked up the juice and took a sip, saying things that made one unsure whether to laugh or cry.
"Director Luo really has filial piety."
Luo Peng smiled, "Mutual respect."
If I recall correctly, this oiran, who cost Jiang Chen 70 million to redeem, also "fell into the dust" because of family reasons.
"After going back, I must have a good chat with Jiang Chen. A long vacation only once a year is nowhere near enough. It should be at least two months of public holidays, and if he doesn’t agree, I’ll just quit."
Wan Qing didn’t interrupt.
"Going to a nightclub tonight? I heard there’s a famous place called Slim here, with a ladyboy performance."
Luo Peng turned his head and lowered his sunglasses, winking at Wan Qing.
Truly treating others as insiders.
But Miss Xia is not an ordinary person, how could she mind such things? Not only did her complexion stay unchanged, but even the gentle curve at the corner of her mouth did not waver in the slightest.
"If Director Luo wants to go, then go."
Luo Peng snapped his fingers, "Straightforward."
Having been in Xiang Country for a few days, he indeed hasn’t yet experienced the biggest local feature.
With a push of his fingers on the sunglasses, he lay back on his recliner.
"Is this really your first ti going abroad?"
"Yes."
"Then why are you so familiar with Xiang Country?"
Luo Peng felt puzzled.
They didn’t join a tour group or hire a guide when coming to Xiang Country; they’ve been free to explore these days. He liked this kind of feeling; it would be too boring to have restrictions on traveling. It’s much more liberating to go wherever you want. It’s just surprising that Wan Qing, who claid never to have been abroad, seed inconsistent—every dining place and hotel was her recomndation, and she could even communicate simply with locals.
"There’s sothing called the internet."
Luo Peng was dumbfounded and then suddenly realized, he laughed, "How about the Thai language?"
"I studied it before coming."
Luo Peng tilted his head.
Don’t just listen to what soone says; look at what they do.
It’s impressive that she put in the effort to learn Thai in advance.
Is this the professional quality of an oiran?
Luo Peng lay back with his hands behind his head, crossing his legs, and assud a casual manner on the chair, not like a business rising star, but more like a playboy.
"Do you know why a country that venerates ferocious Muay Thai has a thriving ladyboy economy?"
Although this is in Xiang Country, just look at this beach, it’s almost entirely people of Shenzhou, even giving one the illusion of not leaving the country.
Who says it’s not safe abroad?
Because they are all fellows, Director Luo isn’t worried about his loose tongue getting him in trouble.
"Haven’t ladyboys always existed in Xiang Country?"
Xia Wanqing countered.
"No, no. If you turn back ti six or seventy years, ladyboys were nearly nonexistent in Xiang Country."
"Why is that?"
It’s well-known.
Today, Xiang Country is a hub of the world’s custom industry, and the base camp of the ladyboy economy.
Precisely because of this, countless foreign tourists flock here.
"Two words."
Luo Peng lazily said, "US Army."
Xia Wanqing’s fine eyelashes trembled gently, her eyes more alluring than the sea revealed puzzlent, easily stirring a man’s sense of achievent.
"Back in the day, the Aricans stirred up trouble in Southeast Asia, and a large number of US soldiers flooded in. To solve logistics issues, the Aricans had to establish a main base in Southeast Asia. Within the geopolitical frawork of the ti, Xiang Country beca the Aricans’ best choice. They turned Xiang Country’s Capital into a temporary command headquarters for Asian operations, and at the peak of the fiercest battles, up to 50,000 soldiers were stationed throughout Xiang Country. This was one of their stations."
As he spoke, Luo Peng turned and saw she was listening intently.
This is what motivates people to keep talking.
While his private life is not exemplary, Luo, who could not be considered uninford, picked up the juice next to him and took a sip to moisten his throat.
"Before the arrival of the US soldiers, this was just a dilapidated little fishing village. But with the influx of large numbers of soldiers, the warti needs exploded dramatically, as the long-term ntal strain of the US soldiers desperately needed an outlet for their repressed emotions.
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