thefictionvixens Chapter 131 Extravagant Pleasure
Chapter 131 Extravagant Pleasure
Chapter 131 Extravagant Pleasure
"What, are you not satisfied with my distribution, Young Master Lok?" Song Zhaowen crossed his arms and looked at Lok with a deep gaze: "People should learn to be content. You put in a lot of effort to take down Guangtai and Zhengxing, but we didn't get a penny of the territory and business in Yau Ma Tei. But who told us to be friends? If you have any complaints, Young Master Lok, just say so."
Ah Le felt a tightness in his throat, as if gripped by an invisible hand. Song Zhaowen's seemingly calm yet unfathomable eyes sent a chill down his spine. He instinctively avoided the other's gaze, picked up the teacup in front of him, but his hand trembled slightly, almost spilling the tea.
"Ah Lok, Ah Lok, you're supposed to be the head of the Wo Shing triad, yet you're scared to death by just one look from them. You're so spineless."
"You damn mouth, hurry up and move! Curse him until he's dead!"
The dissatisfaction in my heart, though it reached the tip of my tongue, I dared not utter it.
"How could I not be satisfied? Mr. Song is joking." Ah Le forced out a smile that looked more like a grimace, his voice trembling slightly. "Five percent—that's plenty, plenty. Mr. Song is a righteous man, I, Ah Le, know that."
He said "that's quite a lot," but his heart was bleeding. Five percent? This was a far cry from his expected 50/50 split! But what could he do? Turn against Song Zhaowen? Did he dare? This guy in front of him was the one who had just forced the foreign police chief into a corner, and who had managed to escape unscathed despite thousands of people surrounding the police station! Even tough guys like Chen Mei and Big D had been played to death by him. How could he, a mere Wo Luen Shing boss who had risen to power with the help of his uncle and whose foundation was not yet secure, possibly fight against him?
"Haha, Young Master Le is indeed a shrewd man." Song Zhaowen's smile became more genuine. "I like dealing with shrewd people."
"By the way, Mr. Lok, if you have time, let's go check out the boat together."
"Check on the ship?" Ah Le was taken aback. Although he hated Song Zhaowen for being stingy, five percent of the shares was still money, not to mention he could arrange for people to go. This was a really lucrative job. Going to check it out would be good, to get a feel for the situation, and maybe he could find an opportunity to make even more money.
"Great!" Ah Le perked up, a smile spreading across his face. "I've heard that Big D's ship is doing really well, and I've always wanted to see it for myself. I couldn't be happier to accept Mr. Song's invitation."
"How about now?" Song Zhaowen glanced at his watch. "The ship is going out to sea tonight for trial runs and to test the new equipment. We'll also be hosting a few VIP clients who made reservations in advance. Young Master Le, come along and have some fun and relax. All expenses are on me."
"This...isn't that a bit inappropriate?" Ah Le feigned reluctance, but inwardly he was overjoyed. He could get on the ship to see it for himself and even have fun for free.
"We're all family, no need to be so polite." Song Zhaowen stood up: "Ah Xiao, you accompany Young Master Le to the dock first. I have some things to take care of, I'll be there shortly."
"Yes, Brother Wen."
An hour later, at a private dock in Victoria Harbour.
As night falls and the city lights begin to twinkle, a brightly lit, massive white cruise ship is moored at the pier, resembling a mobile luxury palace against the backdrop of the dark sea.
This is the "Fugui Maru".
Le Shao and Xiao Zhuoxiao waited at the pier for a full half hour before Song Zhaowen finally arrived.
Tony, acting as the driver, jogged to the car door to open it for his boss, even thoughtfully placing his hand on the edge of the car. If he weren't involved in organized crime, Tony's skills would be more than enough to make him a lobby manager at a high-end hotel.
Standing next to Song Zhaowen, who was smoking a cigar, was a beautiful woman. She wore a wide-brimmed British hat, so only the lower half of her face was visible, but her fair chin and exquisitely beautiful curves revealed her to be absolutely stunning.
This beautiful woman was none other than Chen Jiaqi. After changing into casual clothes, she was picked up by Song Zhaowen to see the luxurious ship that rivaled a five-star hotel.
"Ah-Hsiao, Ah-Le already said you don't need to wait for me."
Tangtang Wo Luen Shing Ah Lok, acting like a lowly gangster, said with a forced smile, "It didn't take long at all~"
The group walked side by side when Song Zhaowen suddenly stopped, pointing at the hull of the boat with his cigar: "Fuguiwan? Sounds like a Japanese name, bad luck!"
The people around Song Zhaowen were stunned when he said this.
Ah Le blinked, thinking: Didn't Big D choose this name for good luck and wealth? How come it's become bad luck for Song Sheng?
Tony, being the quickest-witted, immediately chimed in: "Brother Wen is right! 'Fuguiwan' sounds like the name of one of those shady Japanese nightclubs, it doesn't have the grandeur of our Hong Kong luxury ships at all! Brother Wen, you should come up with a new name, something more impressive!"
Song Zhaowen took a puff of his cigar, gazing at the giant white ship gleaming under the lights before him. After a moment's thought, he said, "Star River—let's call it Star River. Our ship should be like a galaxy, dazzling and mesmerizing, captivating everyone who boards, making them willingly leave their money in this 'galaxy'."
"Star River—great, Brother Wen's name is truly masterful." Tony immediately followed up with his flattery: "It's grand and classy, a million times better than any 'Wealthy Pill'!"
Ah Le quickly chimed in, "Galaxy, what a great name! It sounds so classy!" But in his heart, he was thinking: Galaxy? Does he intend to turn all the customers' money into stars and suck it all into his galaxy? That bastard Song Zhaowen has a really big appetite!
Song Zhaowen instructed Tony, "Tomorrow, have someone change the name. Use the best materials and craftsmanship, and make sure the lighting effects match. I want the words 'Galaxy' to shine brighter than starlight in Victoria Harbour at night."
"Leave it to me, Brother Wen!" Tony patted his chest and assured him.
"Let's go, get on the ship." Song Zhaowen put his arm around Chen Jiaqi's slender waist and stepped onto the gangway leading to the cruise ship.
Inside the main gambling hall, "bunny girls" and "catgirls" dressed in revealing and alluring uniforms mingled among the gamblers, their charming smiles and alluring eyes captivating.
Ah Le stared, his eyes wide and his throat dry. Chen Jiaqi frowned slightly, clearly disgusted by this overly blatant "seduction" marketing.
Song Zhaowen seemed to read her mind and whispered in her ear, "Don't underestimate these girls; they're the nuclear weapons of this ship." Those rich guys, what kind of thrills haven't they seen? Gambling is one thing, but this kind of tempting environment is irresistible to anyone; besides, these girls are all volunteers. The bolder ones can easily earn thirty or forty thousand a month. So many beauties line up wanting to get in, but none can!"
Chen Jiaqi rolled his eyes at him and didn't reply.
Song Zhaowen smiled and said to Ah Le, "Young Master Le, play as you like. All the chips are on me tonight. Ah Xiao, you keep Young Master Le company."
Song Zhaowen, accompanied by Chen Jiaqi and guided by Tony, took a private elevator directly to the private observation deck on the top floor of the cruise ship.
This place is a completely different world from the bustling casino below. The spacious platform is covered with soft wool carpets and furnished with comfortable sofas and coffee tables. Huge floor-to-ceiling windows on all sides offer a 360-degree panoramic view of Victoria Harbour and the dazzling night view of Kowloon and Hong Kong Island in the distance.
This view is unbeatable; even the presidential suite of a five-star hotel can't compare!
The waiter silently brought over a bottle of decanted Romanée-Conti and two crystal glasses, then bowed and withdrew.
The melodious jazz music flowed from some hidden speaker, at just the right volume—not enough to disturb conversation, yet enough to create a romantic atmosphere.
Song Zhaowen picked up the wine bottle and personally poured Chen Jiaqi a small half-glass of deep red wine. The aroma was rich and mellow, with complex fruit and oak notes that instantly filled the air.
"Try it, this 82 Conti is worthy of tonight's scenery," Song Zhaowen raised his glass in a gesture of appreciation.
Chen Jiaqi picked up her wine glass, gently swirled it, watched the liquid cling to the sides, then brought it close to her nose to smell it before taking a small sip. The rich, silky texture melted on her tongue, leaving a pleasant aftertaste. She had to admit that Song Zhaowen certainly had good taste and was willing to spend money when it came to enjoying himself.
"How is it?" Song Zhaowen asked.
"Not bad." Chen Jiaqi put down his wine glass and turned his gaze back to the window. "Just this one sip is worth a day's salary for me."
Song Zhaowen chuckled, sat down beside her, and looked out the window: "With my woman, I never let her suffer. From now on, you can drink as much as you want."
Chen Jiaqi rolled his eyes at Song Zhaowen: "Are you trying to corrupt police officers?"
"Hahaha!" Song Zhaowen grabbed Chen Jiaqi's hand: "You are my woman first and foremost, and only secondly, you are a police officer; it's not illegal for me to be good to my woman, is it? There's no law in Hong Kong that prohibits it."
After saying that, he put down his wine glass, stood up, and extended his hand to Chen Jiaqi in an inviting gesture: "Miss Chen, would you do me the honor of dancing with me?"
Chen Jiaqi looked at his outstretched hand, then at his smiling eyes. This man, when he was domineering, was breathtaking, but when he was gentle, he was damnably charming. She knew she shouldn't fall any deeper, but her body seemed to have its own will.
She sighed softly and placed her hand in his palm.
Song Zhaowen grasped her hand and, with a slight pull, drew her into his embrace. His other hand naturally encircled her slender yet resilient waist.
Their bodies were close, and they could clearly feel each other's body temperature and heartbeat. The faint scent of cigars and fine cologne emanating from Song Zhaowen, mixed with the rich aroma of red wine, enveloped Chen Jiaqi.
The lights were dimmed, leaving only a few dim yellow floor lamps and the glittering starlight streaming in from outside the window.
A bottle of red wine was gradually emptied. Alcohol made the body feel warm, but it also weakened the defenses of reason.
Song Zhaowen lowered his head and kissed Chen Jiaqi's earlobe, feeling her body tremble slightly. His kisses slowly moved down her neck, while his hands roamed restlessly over her smooth back.
"Jiaqi—" His deep, magnetic voice said, "Last time in Myanmar, it was all too rushed. This time, let's take it slow—"
Chen Jiaqi is likely of mixed race.
With well-defined features and a figure unlike that of delicate Eastern women, coupled with years of training in the "Super Flower" program, her muscles are incredibly flexible and comfortable to handle.
Dingmei is like a fine wine; fine wine should be savored slowly.
Chen Jiaqi did not answer, but his breathing became more rapid, and the arms around his neck tightened.
Reason told her she should back away, but a long-suppressed desire deep within her body and heart left her powerless to resist, even—a faint anticipation.
Song Zhaowen picked her up and carried her to the side of the viewing platform, where there was a hidden door. Pushing it open, he found a bedroom with an unbeatable sea view, furnished like a top-tier hotel suite.
He gently placed her on the large bed covered with silky Egyptian cotton sheets and leaned over to look at her. The starlight and neon lights outside the window shone through the glass, casting interplay of light and shadow on her face, creating an almost unreal beauty.
"You can't see from here—can you?" Chen Jiaqi's last shred of reason made her ask this question.
"Don't worry, it's one-way glass." Song Zhaowen kissed her forehead, his voice hoarse. "Tonight, it's just us here, and the starry sky outside."
After saying that, he didn't give her a chance to think and lowered his head to kiss her lips.
Chen Jiaqi's last bit of resistance crumbled. She reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck, responding passionately.
Tonight, the wind in Victoria Harbour is gentle, but the temperature on the top floor of the "Starship" is scorching hot.
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