Shadow Empire

Chapter 436 Saving Grandpa [666+13]
Two beautiful girls at the bar at the door were chatting about some new products in modern magazines. These trendy things were the girls' favorites.

Who doesn't want to be a fashionable person?
In order to be fashionable, they can go to bed with a man they have just met for less than five minutes, and they can also take off the clothes that represent shame and stand in front of the camera in seductive poses for the sake of pay.

Maybe they are not used to these things at first, and may feel shy and embarrassed.

But when they begin to enjoy the wealth gained by selling their dignity and take pleasure in it, it becomes difficult for them to get rid of it and such a life.

The company's door was pushed open, and several young men who looked very classy walked in.

Lance and the others were wearing top-quality clothes handmade by veteran tailors, a craft that only the nobles in the empire could enjoy.

These girls, including those from the middle class, are very good at distinguishing the quality of these clothes. Just by taking a simple look at the small details, they can tell that these clothes are not cheap.

"Hello, how can I help you?"

The two girls put the magazines back into the drawer and stood up, both with sweet smiles on their faces.

Lance walked up to the counter and took a look at some of the decorations on the backboards behind them, and finally his eyes fell on them, "I want to find a girl."

"You mean picking?" One of the girls smiled, this was business coming, "What do you plan to use it for?"

"Print modeling, film shooting, or some event scene?"

She took out an introductory brochure and handed it over, seemingly flipping through it casually. They supported many activities, including the "Party Girls" that the girl didn't mention just now.

These "party girls" are a kind of atmosphere group, if someone wants to have a party in their villa, and wants some beautiful, disposable girls to attend.

Then they will also provide it, starting at at least 50 yuan each, and the price may be 200 to 300, 300 to 500, or even 1,000 to 2,000 yuan.

They'll take some pictures of some of these girls that look like they're for magazine covers, and tell you why these cost two or three hundred, three or five hundred.

Because they are all relatively famous models, their prices are higher.

In fact, they may not be well-known models, and the people who choose these girls don’t really care whether they are or not. They only care about the quality and the pleasure of spending money.

It is really not difficult to make money from these rich people. As long as you discover their needs, you can put the money in their pockets into your own pocket.

Lance shook his head, "Do you have a more senior person in charge?"

"An account manager or something?"

The girl at the front desk nodded and said, "Please wait a moment."

She thought it might be a big order, so she picked up the phone, pressed a blue button, and whispered a few words. Soon, a man in his thirties, exuding the aura of "living off women", walked out of the back door.

"Hello, sir, I'm Mike, the account manager of Dream Crystal, and I'm here to serve you now!"

"Please come with me."

He could also see that Lance's outfit was not cheap, and he looked so blossoming!

He gave the two girls at the front desk a look that said "I'll remember your kindness" and then led Lance into his office.

When the girl at the front desk brought the coffee and everyone was seated, he sat at his seat with his hands clasped together.

"So... sir, what should I call you?"

"White."

"Okay Mr. White, I want to know what kind of girl you want?"

"We run all kinds of programs here, no matter what you need, even if it's not for girls, we can provide for boys as well."

"Model, actress, dancer, ballerina, whatever you want!"

He even lowered his voice a little and said, "We are not that strict on age!", and said this with a meaningful smile.

Lance looked at him for a while, then took out the small photo the middle-aged man had given him and said, "I want to find this girl."

The manager took the photo with some curiosity. He frowned and said, "Sorry, this photo looks... a bit old. I can't really tell if she is our contracted model."

He handed the photo back to Lance, "But we can provide someone who looks similar to her, or someone who is prettier and more experienced."

"What do you want her for?"

Lance took the photo back in his hand, "Can I talk to your scout?"

Manager Mike's expression froze, and he seemed to realize that Lance was not here to do business.

The smile disappeared from his face in an instant. He squinted his eyes slightly, with a dangerous gleam in his eyes. "Mr. White, if you are here to do business, we welcome you very much!"

"But if you're here to cause trouble, I can only say that you've come to the wrong place. This is not a place where anyone can act wild!"

Dream Crystal Company is backed by the powerful people in the Bay Area. If something goes wrong, they don't even need to deal with it themselves. The powerful people in the Bay Area will help them deal with it. He is not afraid of Lance, nor is he afraid of most people in this city, when he knows the nature of his job.

Lance stood up and stretched out his right hand. "It seems we can't make this deal."

Mike was stunned for a moment, then stood up as well. At least now it seemed that there would be no accidents.

Out of politeness, he also extended his hand, "I'm sorry I couldn't..."

When he thought that both parties shook hands and ended this fruitless negotiation, Lance suddenly grabbed his wrist, and pressed his palm on the table while he was stunned.

Just as he was about to react, Lance pulled out a dagger from his waist. The dagger pierced Manager Mike's palm and nailed his hand to the table!
There was a dong sound and one could tell that the nails were fastened very tightly.

He subconsciously screamed in pain and tried to pull the cart backwards. The sharp blade cut a little bit of muscle and he suddenly didn't dare to move and just screamed!

"Ah, ah, come quickly, there is a madman here!"

The footsteps outside the door did not make Lance look panicked. He even pinched the collar on both sides and shook it a little to make the clothes, which were a little messy due to the sudden and violent movement, smooth again.

Then he sat back in his chair, took a cigarette from the box on the table and lit it with a tabletop lighter.

It was a silver desktop lighter, and it was a girl in a skirt. When you pressed her arms down, her clothes would be torn open, revealing her naked body underneath.

It's low-class and vulgar, but it fits the temperament here.

The office door was pushed open, and two security guards rushed in with fierce looks on their faces. Soon their expressions turned into surprise, and then they slowly raised their hands.

With two guns pressed against their heads, they dared not do anything but raise their hands.

"My hand..." Manager Mike held his injured arm with his other hand, his body trembling with pain.

But this time, his shouting was not so intense, and he realized that he, or the company, was in real big trouble.

"you know……"

Lance blew out the cigarette at him and he coughed a few times, interrupting what he wanted to say.

"I want to find a girl who might have been discovered and captured by your scouts."

"If you can cooperate, I promise that you can go to the hospital to treat the wound on your palm within thirty minutes."

"If you can't cooperate, I can only ensure that you are intact when you are buried."

Manager Mike looked at him and didn't seem to be lying. He struggled fiercely in his heart for a while before pointing at the phone and saying, "I need to call them over."

Lance raised his hand to signal him to go ahead.

He picked up the phone and said in a slightly trembling voice, "Fuck, come to my office!"

He said that and hung up the phone!
This person is the director of the scout office, and he is responsible for more than a dozen scouts in the entire company.

Even though he knew that this had nothing to do with the scout supervisor, it did not stop him from venting his anger on the supervisor.

Lance grabbed the dagger and pulled it out. The manager cried out in pain again. He held his palm, which was starting to get slightly red and swollen, and pleaded, "I need to go to the hospital."

The wound on his palm was bleeding and he was terrified.

But Lance shook his head. "Those girls want to go to the hospital, but most of them don't have a chance to get into the hospital alive."

Manager Mike's face turned worse, even a little gloomy. He knew that the man in front of him knew their core business.

About four or five minutes later, the office door opened again. The scout supervisor was stunned for a moment. Just as he was about to turn around, Hiram grabbed his hair and dragged him in!

He quickly smiled and said, "I don't know what happened. It has nothing to do with me..."

He glanced at Manager Mike and stood there obediently.

Lance looked at him and asked, "Have you been to Newport recently to search for those girls?"

The scout manager was stunned for a moment and cursed in his heart.

Do you have any fucking concerned person who doesn't know how to get her out of harm's way?
Isn't this fucking harming people?
But now he could only smile and say, "This matter is not handled by me. Can I make a phone call?"

Lance asked him to make a call. He picked up the phone while explaining, "We have two scouts in charge of the New Port area. They are good at discovering talented girls..."

A few minutes later, the door opened again, and two middle-aged men who looked somewhat wretched walked in passively.

Lance showed them the photo in his hand, "I want to find this girl, has any of you seen her?"

The two men focused their eyes on the photo. One of the guys' expression flickered for a moment, but he quickly said he had never seen it.

(End of this chapter)