vrcanaries Chapter 374 How was it, Lao Ye? Pretty good, right?
Chapter 374 How was it, Lao Ye? Pretty good, right?
Fang Yu stood beside Ye Fan, speaking with the air of introducing a prized possession, his voice not loud but clear, echoing in the tranquil and luxurious space: "Old Ye, this is 'Heaven on Earth.' I wouldn't dare say it's the only one in Jiangnan, but it's definitely one of the top ones. The truly top-tier establishments value tranquility and privacy, which is why they're all hidden amidst mountains and rivers. Those noisy, so-called high-end clubs in the city? They don't even rank in the top tier in this industry."
He raised his hand and pointed in different directions: "Here, the restaurant is of state banquet standard, and the tea room offers teas that can never be found anywhere else."
He gestured to the vast darkness behind the building: "Outside, there's an international standard golf course, and next to it are a heated swimming pool, a professional shooting range, a horse farm... you name it, this place has it all."
Fang Yu paused, a familiar pained expression returning to his face, and said to Ye Fan, half-jokingly and half-seriously, "It's just that the entry barrier... is too high. Even the most basic silver membership costs this much for a year."
He made a "1" gesture: "Millions! And that's not even counting other expenses! Every time I come, the bill makes my heart bleed, like I've been robbed! If it weren't for entertaining someone as important as you, I really wouldn't dare come to this money pit!"
Ye Fan looked around at the understated yet meticulously crafted luxurious space, and listened to Fang Yu's "complaints," simply nodding knowingly.
He understood that Fang Yu's "complaints" were precisely a way of showing him the top-tier resources in this circle and his own sincerity.
This "Heaven on Earth" is itself an invisible identity card.
Fang Yu glanced around the luxurious yet somewhat empty first-floor lobby and waved to Ye Fan, "This floor is just a facade; there's not much to see at night. Golf, shooting, and other outdoor activities will have to wait until dawn. The real fun isn't here."
With a mysterious smile that seemed to say, "Let me show you the real deal," he led Ye Fan straight to an inconspicuous elevator in a corner.
With a soft "ding," the elevator doors slid open silently.
Fang Yu walked in first, followed closely by Ye Fan, Qin Kun, and others.
The elevator's interior is equally exquisite, featuring dark wood paneling that feels warm to the touch.
Fang Yu directly pressed the button for the third basement level.
The elevator doors closed, and it began to descend smoothly.
"Buzz..."
A slight feeling of weightlessness came over me.
The elevator descended at a considerable speed. When it passed the basement level, although the elevator doors were not open, the sound and sight that rushed in through the crack in the doors were enough to make people take notice.
The smoke was thick and real, and the noise of people filled the air. The sounds of dice rolling on the velvet, cards being slammed, chips clattering, and shouts of excitement or frustration all blended together to create a vivid picture of an underground casino. Green gambling tables and flashing neon signs could be seen among the shadowy figures.
Next is the second basement level. The scene flashes by, the light seems even dimmer, and the outline of what looks like a boxing ring or stage is vaguely visible, along with some oddly shaped seats. The specific details are hard to discern, leaving only a blurry and restless impression.
The elevator sank almost without stopping, heading straight to the deepest part.
"bite--"
We've reached the third basement level.
The elevator doors slowly opened, and a completely different kind of air, mixed with premium fragrance, cool air, and a certain invisible pressure, rushed out.
At the same time, even stronger light poured in, causing Ye Fan, who had just stepped out of the dimly lit elevator, to subconsciously squint.
After a few seconds of adjustment, the scene before my eyes finally came into clear view.
Ye Fan's pupils involuntarily dilated slightly.
Shocked!
This is an underground space that cannot be simply described as "large"; its spaciousness even gives one the illusion of being in a small indoor stadium.
The focal point of the entire space is the meticulously constructed multi-layered circular exhibition stand located right in the center.
This booth resembles a futuristic altar, composed of several concentric circular platforms stacked on top of each other, with a total area of probably over a thousand square meters.
What's most astonishing is that on each of the circular platforms, dozens of women stand neatly, like mannequins in a shop window!
They vary in height, skin color from milky white to healthy tan, and hair color as well.
What they have in common is that each of them possesses a stunningly beautiful face and a near-perfect body proportion, achieved through rigorous selection.
They wore evening gowns or dresses of uniform style but different designs, made of exquisite materials. Their postures were carefully designed, some elegant, some aloof, and some innocent. Like living sculptures under a spell, they presented their most beautiful side from every angle to the cold scrutiny of countless spotlights on the dome as the platform beneath their feet slowly rotated.
Hundreds!
Hundreds of these stunningly beautiful women were displayed silently and lifelessly on this enormous "stage," allowing people to admire them from any angle.
That silent, overwhelming visual impact creates a sense of oppressive pressure that is almost absurdly luxurious and cold.
Fang Yu and Qin Kun were clearly used to this, their faces showing a nonchalant "it's nothing special" attitude.
Qin Fei, Wang Zhui, and Lin Feng, who were witnessing this scene for the first time, completely lost their composure.
His mouth opened slightly without his awareness, his eyes widened, his gaze greedily sweeping over the figures, his Adam's apple bobbing involuntarily, and saliva almost dripping down his throat without him even realizing it.
Qin Kun turned his head and saw the lingering shock on Ye Fan's face. He grinned smugly and nudged him lightly with his elbow: "How about it, Lao Ye? Pretty impressive, huh? My eyes almost popped out when I first came here!"
He lowered his voice, a hint of superiority in his voice, as if he'd been there all along: "You've only just been 'released' from your family, so you haven't seen many scenes like this before. You'll get used to it after a few more times. This is nothing; when you go abroad, those are the real big scenes!"
He still believed that Ye Fan was a young master who had been released by a reclusive family to gain experience.
Ye Fan came to his senses, a cold smile playing on his lips.
The world of the wealthy has truly taken the concept of "playthings" to its extreme.
In his previous life, as a corporate slave, he could never have imagined such a scene.
He didn't show it on his face, but simply shook his head slightly and didn't reply.
Fang Yu patted Ye Fan on the shoulder, his tone casual with the air of someone who'd been there before: "Alright, just take a look and that's enough. These are all just for show, nothing more. Just look at them."
A meaningful smile played at the corners of his lips: "The real fun is yet to come."
After saying that, he stopped looking at the woman displayed on the huge display stand like an exquisite porcelain piece, and led Ye Fan straight through the suffocating space to a relatively quiet corridor behind the display stand with much softer lighting.