Earning 100 million a day, yet trapped in a county town.

Chapter 25 Hello, is this 110? I want to report someone for soliciting prostitution.

Zhong Zhaolong was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.

Of course he understood what Wang Guanxi meant.

The technique is alright, but I'm referring to the method.

The quality was a bit poor, referring to the technician's appearance and physique.

"There's nothing we can do," Zhong Zhaolong sighed, his tone tinged with helplessness. "That's just how the cost of living is in a county town. If we hire a group of high-quality technicians, the prices will definitely go up. If the prices go up, fewer customers will be able to afford it. If the prices don't go up, the technicians won't earn enough, and we won't be able to retain them."

He paused, then shrugged.

"It's difficult on both ends."

Wang Guanxi took a small sip of tea, not in a hurry to reply.

Only after Zhong Zhaolong finished speaking did he slowly open his mouth.

"Mr. Chung, times are changing, and we business people need to keep up with the times."

Zhong Zhaolong raised an eyebrow.

"Oh? What brilliant idea does Edison Chen have?"

"I wouldn't call it a brilliant idea," Wang Guanxi put down his teacup, "it's just a few immature thoughts."

"Go on, go on."

Zhong Zhaolong leaned forward, adopting a posture of listening attentively.

"Then I'll just say it directly."

Wang Guanxi's voice wasn't loud, but he pronounced each word very clearly.

"Foot massage is something from the last century. Young people these days aren't very interested in foot massages."

"Think about it, a young man in his early twenties, if you ask him to spend a hundred or two hundred yuan to get a foot massage, he would rather use that money to have a nice meal or go to a bar for a couple of drinks."

Zhong Zhaolong frowned but didn't say anything.

He was listening.

"Where did that young man spend his money?"

Wang Guanxi asked himself and answered, "The money went into the experience. What is an experience? It's something fun, something new, something you can post on social media."

Zhong Zhaolong's brows furrowed even more.

He still didn't quite understand.

"Edison Chen, just tell me straight, what exactly are you up to?"

Wang Guanxi smiled.

"My idea is to renovate the entire club. Not just foot massage, but also billiards and mahjong."

Zhong Zhaolong paused for a moment, then laughed.

"Billiards? Mahjong? Aren't these ordinary? What's so special about them?"

He thought Wang Guanxi was going to say something new, but this was all?

There are at least eighty or a hundred billiard halls and mahjong parlors in the county town; they're everywhere.

Wang Guanxi wasn't in a hurry; he waited until the other person finished speaking before adding a sentence.

"What if we added a beautiful teaching assistant and a beautiful female companion?"

Zhong Zhaolong's eyes lit up immediately.

He opened his mouth, then closed it, then opened it again.

"You mean...that kind?"

"Yes, that kind."

Wang Guanxi nodded, offering no further explanation.

Zhong Zhaolong leaned back on the sofa, tapping his fingers on his knees a few times, his mind racing.

He had heard of this way of playing before.

There are such shops in the city, with a group of young and beautiful female assistant coaches in the billiard room, all wearing tight-fitting clothes and short skirts, accompanying customers to play billiards.

They're called teaching assistants, but they're really just there to play games with you.

Whether the technique is good or not is not important; what matters is that it's pleasing to the eye.

The hourly rate for an assistant coach is several times higher than the rate for a game of billiards, but the business is booming.

The same principle applies to playing mahjong with others.

Four people were playing mahjong, with a beautiful woman sitting next to them helping to serve tea and water, offer cigarettes and light them, and occasionally even touching their thighs.

This model is nothing new in big cities, but it's still a blank slate in a small county like Jiangcheng.

Chung Chao-lung thought about it more and more and felt that it was a promising opportunity.

But he was still a little hesitant.

"Well... renovating like this would cost a lot of money, wouldn't it?"

Wang Guanxi picked up his teacup and slowly took a sip.

"I'll pay for the renovations."

Zhong Zhaolong's eyes brightened even more.

"You're in charge of operations and hiring. I'll provide the capital, you provide the labor, and we'll split the profits proportionally."

Upon hearing this, Zhong Zhaolong exclaimed, "Is this really a good thing?"

You don't need to spend a single penny; all you need to do is hire people to operate it. It's like a windfall!

There's a Jiangcheng College nearby, and if the price is right, there will definitely be many female students willing to work part-time there.

Add to that the young, uneducated women who started out in the workforce early on, and recruiting isn't a problem at all.

Zhong Zhaolong was overjoyed inside, but he maintained a restrained expression on his face.

He picked up his teacup and personally refilled Wang Guanxi's cup.

"Young man Edison, your idea is indeed good. But I still have one question."

"you say."

"If you have this money, you can easily find a place to do this yourself. Why do you want me to invest?"

That's a very good question.

Wang Guanxi looked at him and smiled.

"Boss Zhong, you've been in Jiangcheng for so many years, you know the local social dynamics better than I do."

"If I were to do it myself, I'd be in an unfamiliar place, and everything would be a hassle."

"With you here, I feel at ease."

He spoke so sincerely that even Chung Chao-lung felt a little embarrassed.

Zhong Zhaolong was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.

This time the laughter was much louder than before, and the whole office was shaking.

He stood up, walked up to Wang Guanxi, and extended his hand.

"Mr. Wang, you are very accomplished at such a young age. I wish us a pleasant cooperation!"

He called him "Boss Wang" instead of "Little Brother Edison Chen".

The way they address each other has changed, and so has their attitude.

Wang Guanxi stood up and shook hands with him.

"It's a pleasure working with you."

Hongjie was scribbling something down in her notebook without even looking up.

Wang Defa sat to the side, not saying a word from beginning to end.

It wasn't that he didn't want to speak, it was that he felt he couldn't get a word in edgewise.

He found terms like "teaching assistant," "playmate," and "experience economy" all new and interesting.

But he understood.

Edison Wang is up to something again, and it's going to be big.

Chung Chao-lung sat down again, his smile still lingering on his face.

"Mr. Wang, shall we discuss the specific details another time?"

"Okay, you set the time."

"Okay."

Chung Chao-lung was in a great mood. He glanced at his watch and saw it was only 8:30.

He suddenly remembered something, turned to Sister Hong and said something.

"Sister Hong, could you arrange for 686 and 388 to come over?"

Sister Hong nodded, put down her notebook, got up and left.

Chung Chao-lung turned back to look at Wang Guan-xi and said with a smile.

"Mr. Wang, I know you like foot massages. Since you're already here, stay for your massage. Tonight, it's on me!"

Wang Guanxi wanted to refuse, but since the boss had already said so, he couldn't refuse.

"Thank you very much, Boss Zhong."

"Don't mention it, we're all family now."

After saying that, Chung Chao-lung felt a little embarrassed, but that's how it is in business. Polite words are free, and saying a few more won't hurt.

. . . . . .

at the same time.

At the entrance of the Day and Night Club, a white BMW 3 Series slowly pulled up to a stop on the roadside not far away.

Wen Wubin sat in the driver's seat, and Huang Mao sat in the passenger seat.

The blond-haired man pointed to the parking lot in front of the clubhouse.

"Brother Bin, look, that Zunjie is parked right there."

Wen Wubin looked in the direction he was pointing.

The black and silver two-tone body gleamed coldly under the streetlights. Parked next to it were family cars worth tens of thousands of yuan. That car stood out like a crane among chickens.

Wen Wubin stared at the car for a few seconds, then picked up his phone and dialed 110.

"Hey, I want to report someone for soliciting prostitution at the Day and Night Club."