Chapter 104: Starting Today, Dine in Black Stockings for Fifty Percent Off!

It was hard to say what exactly had happened. It was as if they had stumbled into a nest of undercover agents; except for the girls wearing number tags, every single wealthy heir claimed to be one of their own.

Initially, the police thought these guys were just making up pathetic excuses to evade responsibility. However, after the lead officer called his superiors to verify the information, he discovered to his astonishment that every single one of them was indeed an undercover agent cooperating with the police.

The atmosphere instantly became incredibly awkward.

An anti-vice raid, and in the end, everyone was on the same side. Had they raided for nothing?

There was really nothing left to say.

Simply brilliant. Absolutely legendary.

"Pack it up! Take these women back and interrogate them thoroughly!"

In any case, they couldn't leave empty-handed. At the lead officer's command, the young women in the lobby lined up once more and were escorted outside.

For a moment, the scene was sheer chaos.

"Officer, can I put on my clothes first?"

"Don't take photos, don't show my face!"

"Please, I beg you, don't tell my family. I'm getting married next month!"

...

It had to be said, Bai Qingming had truly opened his eyes today. This was far more thrilling than any of the "resources" shared in those veteran driver chat groups.

After parting ways with Principal Wang, Bai Qingming headed home alone. Just then, Old Wang called. The guy mentioned he knew a newly opened hotpot restaurant with great food and asked if Bai Qingming wanted to join. Only after inquiring carefully and confirming that Old Wang was footing the bill did Bai Qingming hail a cab.

The two met up at the entrance of the residential community.

"Here, brother, take this," Old Wang said as soon as he saw Bai Qingming, pulling a black plastic bag out of his pocket.

"What's this?"

Bai Qingming opened it and froze. Inside the plastic bag was a pair of black stockings—brand new and unopened.

"Why are you giving me this?" Bai Qingming asked, utterly bewildered.

"I'm taking you to a great place, and this will come in handy." Old Wang didn't elaborate, acting all mysterious and even looking a bit excited.

Bai Qingming was even more confused. Weren't they going to eat hotpot? Why would they need something like this for hotpot? Unless...

"Look, Brother Wang, we shouldn't be doing anything illegal!" Bai Qingming advised him in a solemn, well-meaning tone.

"What?" Now it was Old Wang's turn to be stunned.

"Brother Wang, if you're short on cash, just tell me. I can lend you as much as you need. But if you're planning to rob a bank, don't blame me for turning my back on you and calling the cops first."

Bai Qingming's expression grew serious. He genuinely thought Old Wang was going to rob a bank. After all, that was how it went in movies—bank robbers always put black stockings over their heads to hide their faces. He assumed Old Wang had run into some financial trouble recently.

Hearing this, Old Wang was speechless.

"It's not a bank robbery. Just come with me, you'll see when we get there."

Without further explanation, Old Wang led the way to a hotpot restaurant. A Sichuan-Chongqing hotpot place.

It was a newly opened restaurant. To attract customers, they had hung a large banner at the entrance. It read: *Starting today, customers wearing black stockings get a 50% discount!*

The moment he saw those words, Bai Qingming understood.

But the problem was, he and Old Wang were two grown men. Wearing black stockings? Who was going to wear them?

While Bai Qingming was still pondering this, Old Wang dragged him inside.

Upon entering, Bai Qingming realized he had worried for nothing. In the entire restaurant, only two tables had female customers; the rest were all men.

And looking down at their legs... Good grief, they were all wearing black stockings! Scanning the room, he could see leg hair poking through the sheer fabric, sending a shiver down his spine.

A bunch of rough, burly guys, selling out their dignity and flesh just for a measly fifty percent discount. It was terrifying. If it were Bai Qingming, there was no way on earth he would do such a thing. But if Old Wang wanted to wear them, well, he would keep his mouth shut.

At one of the tables, a guy wearing black stockings seemed to be drunk and was actually weeping. As he sobbed, he babbled to the man sitting opposite him about how Masseuse No. 3 from Red Romance had quit her job to go back to her hometown and get married, declaring that his youth was officially over. The black stockings on his legs were the final keepsake Masseuse No. 3 had given him. Wearing them to eat was his way of feeling like they were sharing a meal together. He cried so miserably that anyone who didn't know better would think he'd been left out of a funeral feast.

At another table, there were also two men. One of them looked ecstatic, boasting that he had just received his paycheck and even got an advance on next month's salary from his boss to buy a necklace for his goddess. The necklace was even engraved with the initials of her name: ZX.

After listening for a bit, Bai Qingming snapped back to reality. He turned around, only to find that Old Wang had vanished.

"Brother," a voice called out.

Looking in the direction of the voice, Bai Qingming saw Old Wang emerging from the restroom.

"Brother Wang, where did you go?" He thought Old Wang had gone to the restroom to change into the stockings, but Old Wang was still wearing the same trousers he had arrived in.

"There's been a slight issue," Old Wang said, looking embarrassed.

"What kind of issue?" Bai Qingming asked.

Clearing his throat, Old Wang lowered his voice and said slowly, "I bought the wrong kind. I accidentally got the crotchless ones."

Bai Qingming: "..."

"But it's fine, I have a plan." Old Wang wasn't about to give up. He was determined to get his hands on that discounted hotpot today.

With that, Old Wang tapped on the neighboring table. Sitting there was the guy who had bought the necklace for his goddess.

"Hey brother, let's make a deal. Sell me one of the stockings on your legs."

The two guys had been chatting enthusiastically, and they froze when they heard Old Wang's request.

Bai Qingming was also completely dumbfounded. *Are you freaking kidding me? That works?*

The two guys at the table looked at Old Wang, then at Bai Qingming.

Bai Qingming immediately adopted a posture that screamed, "I don't know this guy, do whatever you want." He couldn't afford to lose face like this!

In the end, after some "friendly negotiations," Old Wang spent ten yuan to buy one of the stockings off the man's leg. To prevent the restaurant owner from backing out of the discount, the guy even went over to confirm it.

The hotpot restaurant owner was utterly dumbfounded. Was a fifty percent discount really worth all this? But then again, if a customer was willing to throw away all their dignity, what was a little discount? He wouldn't even mind giving it to them for free!

And so, having eaten and drunk their fill, successfully taking advantage of the promotion, Old Wang was thrilled.

Right after...

"Brother, I also know a bathhouse where you get a fifty percent discount on massage services if you wear black stockings. Let's go!"

Bai Qingming fell silent. He was initially reluctant, but then he realized that it was Old Wang who would be the one embarrassing himself anyway. What did he have to fear? With that thought, Bai Qingming's psychological burden instantly vanished.

"By the way, Brother Wang, is this massage you're talking about legitimate?" Bai Qingming asked before they left. Having just witnessed a police raid, it was better to be cautious.

"Legitimate, of course it's legitimate."

Hearing this, Bai Qingming breathed a sigh of relief. As long as it was legitimate. It was the illegitimate ones he feared.

Before long, they arrived at the Red Romance Bathhouse.

Old Wang called for two female masseuses. Honestly, they were quite pretty, though they fell a bit short compared to the girls on the yacht.

As Bai Qingming looked at the masseuse giving him a foot massage, he immediately noticed the necklace around her neck. Under the dim lights, the necklace shined, and he could faintly make out two English letters engraved on it: ZX.

"Your necklace is very beautiful," Bai Qingming couldn't help but compliment. He felt those two letters were somewhat familiar, as if he had heard someone mention them, but he just couldn't recall.

Hearing the customer speak, the masseuse didn't stop her hands as she replied, "Oh, this? Some idiot gave it to me. Oh, by the way, handsome, would you like to try our specialty service, a prostate massage?"

"What is a prostate massage?" Bai Qingming asked.

The masseuse smiled. "It's, you know, *that*. Holding it in all the time isn't good for your health; it's better to release it once in a while. You're so handsome, I'll give you this one on the house."