Chapter 159 Women Never Want Too Much (Bug Fix): Men Are Not Equal to the World.

The assistant grumbled to himself the whole way, and after having lunch with his boss and supervisor, it was already past 1 p.m.

Maslova couldn't possibly manage the smart home system by herself; she needed to return to St. Petersburg to find an assistant and prepare the necessary equipment.

Moreover, construction work was suspended on the first day of the Lunar New Year, so they couldn't find anyone to discuss renovations with.

So--

Wang Xiao yawned and made an appointment with someone: "We'll arrange the next step after you come back."

She wasn't afraid that Maslova would never return.

Because they had already contacted the research institute in St. Petersburg, and as long as they had the technology, even if Maslova quit, the institute would have other people.

Well, once Maserova and her team return, I'll need to contact Director Wu of the Longhua TV Factory.

If you don't know how to make an LCD TV, I've already found some technicians for you.

If they can't do it well, replace them immediately.

As for now, no, she has to take a nap, otherwise she won't have any energy for the rest of the day.

She proactively asked Wu's mother, "Would you like to take a short rest?"

Mrs. Wu paused for a moment, then smiled and nodded: "That's fine."

She also went to bed very late last night.

The group then walked out of the farmhouse courtyard in a grand procession.

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, the weather was nice, with the sun shining brightly in the sky. The afternoon sun felt quite warm on people.

Unfortunately, the warmth is rather thin and doesn't penetrate clothing; it only stays on the surface.

The heavy snow that fell before the Lunar New Year has mostly melted by now.

The shepherd's purse and amaranth on the ridges and the rapeseed in the fields, after being washed by snowmelt, are a vibrant green and so tender that you could squeeze water out of them.

Further ahead, radish greens and leafy greens grew in abundance.

Suddenly, Mrs. Wu remarked, "There are quite a few vegetables growing here."

She had also worked in the countryside and knew that farmers generally grew crops in large fields and only grew vegetables in their private plots.

At this time of year, the fields here should be planted with winter wheat and rapeseed.

But when she looked around, she only saw a few scattered rapeseed plants; the rest were all plastic greenhouses.

The assistant immediately and cleverly answered the question: "In this village, each household basically only keeps one mu of land to grow rice and rapeseed for their own consumption, and the rest is basically turned into greenhouses to grow vegetables, fruits and flowers."

The vegetables were varied, but the most common were tomatoes and cucumbers, which the Russians particularly loved.

However, because the Russians disliked the greenhouse-grown tomatoes for not tasting like real tomatoes, they used Xinjiang-produced tomato sauce as an ingredient when cooking with their own tomatoes.

Mrs. Wu suddenly realized, "I was wondering why the tomato stewed beef brisket tasted so rich today. I thought it was because of the different soil and water here."

The assistant chuckled, a hint of pride in his voice: "Our locally grown watermelons and strawberries are delicious and very popular. Originally, we only sold them to Russians, but this year many people have come to buy them for the Lunar New Year as New Year's specials, making it a very popular business."

Wang Xiao admired everyone's courage in this regard.

Jinning is not a region with centralized heating, except for the steel mill area which is a special case and uses the factory's waste heat; in this era when air conditioning is still an expensive and niche luxury, locals basically rely on sheer willpower to get through the winter.

Eating strawberries in this season is one thing, but to actually dare to eat watermelon without sitting by the fire is truly courageous.

Mrs. Wu asked with concern, "Can you sell all of these?"

"It will sell." The assistant was very confident. "There are many people coming here every day. Sometimes restaurants even buy fruit and flowers from here. Growing this will earn you ten times more than growing crops."

Mother Wu became happy and affirmed in a particularly authoritative manner, "This is a very good path to building a new socialist modern countryside. It all depends on how you use the same acre of land."

She turned her head and nodded affirmatively at Wang Xiao, "You did a very good job."

Wang Xiao subconsciously wanted to touch his nose. Heh, when the red line for arable land is raised, the leaders probably won't say that anymore.

She could only give a vague answer: "Now that the reforms are in place, the land can no longer bind farmers. If farmers can't earn as much money farming as they can working as factory workers, they will definitely give up farming. Right now—"

She gestured ahead, saying, "Those who farm are mostly elderly people from the family."

The young people in the village have long since gone off to do business.

People will always vote with their feet.

The group walked through the fields and entered the resort.

The receptionist was feeling a bit sleepy in the afternoon, but when she saw the guests come in, she immediately greeted them reflexively, "Welcome!"

Seeing how hard she was trying to keep her eyes open, Wang Xiao felt very sorry for the people on duty on the first day of the Lunar New Year and just smiled and said, "Give us a room for a nap."

The receptionist said "oh" twice and quickly selected a room on the computer.

The rooms at the resort are still being booked with keys.

The receptionist handed out keys one by one, and Wang Xiao suddenly felt it was very inconvenient.

It's time to use magnetic cards. She needs to ask around; this technology might already exist, and we should introduce it as soon as possible.

Everyone took the keys and headed to their rooms.

Wang Xiao went upstairs, glanced at the direction, and felt that something was wrong.

The receptionist rushed over and apologized profusely, "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, I took the wrong key. I misunderstood and thought you wanted to book a room by the hour."

Seeing that the young girl was sweating, Mrs. Wu quickly comforted her, "A short-stay room is fine, we just need to rest for an hour or two."

"No, it's not the same."

Wang Xiao smiled and explained, "The hourly rooms are specially prepared for the Russians, and are kept on standby at other times."

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Wu immediately agreed, "Alright, miss, please change it for us."

The receptionist had completely snapped out of her daze and recognized both of Mr. Chen's assistant and the two bosses. She was so frightened that she didn't dare to lift her head.

She almost caused a major disaster.

The things in a short-stay hotel aren't things you can just show to anyone.

However, she was also a little aggrieved, since this wave of people was mostly Russians.

In broad daylight, her immediate thought was of hourly rooms.

Wang Xiao didn't directly manage the frontline staff. She took the key to her private room, wobbled, and went back to sleep.

Before she could even get into bed, there was a knock on the door.

As soon as the door opened, sure enough, it was Wu Haoyu.

Unfortunately, what Ms. Wang wanted to sleep in right now was the bed, not a person, so she closed the door without hesitation: "I want to sleep."

Wu Haoyu quickly blocked the door: "I won't bother you."

Wang Xiao then let go, and like a penguin, wobbled to the edge of the bed, then pounced on the bed, rolled over, and wrapped herself up in the blanket like a cicada pupa.

Whatever, anyway, the person taking a nap at the resort is his mother, not her mother.

He couldn't be bothered with that.

If Wu Haoyu wants to sleep, what should he cover himself with?

What does it have to do with her? It's not like she asked him to come.

Wu Haoyu felt once again that she was really carefree and didn't care at all what he thought of her.

He had to find a spare blanket in the closet himself, carry it to the bed, and then crawl into the blankets as well.

Thank goodness, the resort manages the owner's rooms very well.

Even the spare down comforters in the closet were aired out until they were fluffy and soft.

Wang Xiao ignored him and had already fallen asleep.

In the dead of winter, there's no place more comfortable than a warm bed.

Honestly, she felt more relaxed and comfortable in her long-term suite at the resort than at home, and slept much better there.

When she woke up naturally and opened her eyes again, she was still in a daze.

She stretched and leaned against the bed frame, feeling as if she had no bones.

Wu Haoyu had already gotten out of bed and was standing in front of the sofa, looking at the person sitting on it with a complicated expression.

To be precise, this is a mannequin.

But because it was so realistic, when he lay on the bed and glanced at it, he was almost scared out of his wits.

Now, he is also filled with mixed emotions: "Why put this in the room?"

It would really scare a grown man to death.

Wang Xiao chuckled, showing absolutely no sympathy: "It's just for scaring people."

In fact, the doll successfully frightened two groups of thieves, causing them to scream "Ah!"

Some thieves even instinctively ran over and grabbed the doll by the throat, intending to kill it on the spot to silence it.

This shows that chivalrous thieves are mostly fantasies, while real thieves can transform into robbers and murderers in a heartbeat.

Wu Haoyu listened to her animated speech and really didn't know how to respond. After a long while, he finally blurted out with mixed feelings, "There's no need to be like this."

Using a doll specifically to scare people is just weird no matter how you look at it.

Wang Xiao laughed even harder, almost to the point of being unable to breathe.

She rolled out of bed and changed the doll's hairpiece, only then did Wu Haoyu realize something was wrong.

This doll, with delicate features, big wavy curls, and wearing a gorgeous Western-style princess dress—

Wang Xiao took off its clothes, revealing the most prominent organ representing the Y chromosome.

Wu Haoyu was so shocked he couldn't speak, only managing to squeeze out, "Why are you dressed like this?"

She's afraid people will find out she has a male sex doll in her room. Isn't that a bad thing?

It's difficult for waiters in China to respect customer privacy, or rather, people don't seem to have a concept of privacy anymore. They readily share things they encounter at work as gossip.

Wang Xiao, however, held up a long princess dress and tempted people: "Don't you think it's beautiful? Want to try it on? It's your size."

She had just woken up; her eyes were bright and glistening with an indescribable moisture. Her cheeks were rosy, and when she was close to him, she exuded a warm, sweet fragrance, like a combination of strawberries and apples.

Anyway, Wu Haoyu couldn't refuse, and somehow ended up changing into this gorgeous princess dress.

He even wore a wig.

That intense stimulation returned, mixed with shame and secret excitement, making him exceptionally sensitive, and he easily reached his climax.

When the clouds cleared and the rain stopped, both of them were drenched in sweat and too lazy to even move a finger.

The curtains were drawn, and the room was still dimly lit, but that didn't stop Wu Haoyu from expressing his dissatisfaction verbally: "Is it even useful?"

Look at this doll, it's so eye-catching, it's almost painful to look at.

Wang Xiao, though seemingly lazy, was quite enthusiastic: "How about I try it on for you?"

Wu Haoyu immediately threatened to roll over and pin her down: "You seem to be in a lot of energy right now."

Wang Xiao chuckled: "You should get up."

Actually, it's not that you can't eat it anymore.

But what's the point of eating until you're stuffed during the Lunar New Year? It's not like she has nothing to eat.

Wu Haoyu could only turn over, glancing at the lifelike doll to express his dissatisfaction: "It doesn't look like one at all."

We agreed to use his image to make the dolls.

Wang Xiao said in a languid manner and soft voice, "I'm afraid someone will covet you."

What a joke! The truth is, lifelike dolls are closer to her aesthetic sense and are her dream dolls.

Since you've already made a doll, how can you not do it according to your own wishes?

Wu Haoyu wanted to retort, "Who would covet it?"

But then she remembered that the room had already been burgled twice, so she wisely kept quiet.

"Let's take a shower." Wang Xiao felt sticky and uncomfortable all over, and struggled to get out of bed.

Her male companion reached out and put his arm around her: "Let me help you."

She didn't believe it: "Are you sure you want to help me? It's already five o'clock in the afternoon."

Honestly, the reason things have escalated to this point is definitely not because he can have sex seven times a night.

Instead, it was already 2 PM when she went to bed for a nap. After catching up on sleep for more than two hours, she woke up and had another in-depth conversation, which naturally led to this time.

Wu Haoyu gritted his teeth: "Of course."

He knew he couldn't waste too much time, as his mother was still at the resort.

But if people could easily control their desires, they wouldn't be human beings driven by emotions and desires.

They ended up doing it again in the bathroom, and this time Wu Haoyu kept calling her name: "Wang Xiao, Wang Xiao—"

Wang Xiao reached out and touched his lips, releasing himself.

When I left the room again, it was already six o'clock in the evening.

As they went down the stairs, they ran into Mrs. Wu, who was walking from the other end of the corridor.

Wu Haoyu subconsciously explained, "I came to call Wang Xiao for dinner."

Wang Xiao then extended an invitation with a bright smile: "Auntie, would you like to try the restaurant's cooking?"

Although there are family restaurants in the village and various restaurants in the commercial city, such a large resort must have its own restaurant.

The restaurant's head chef is quite skilled; he used to be a master chef at a hotel catering to foreign guests, the kind who has worked on state banquets.

Now that they've retired, they're coming here to contribute their remaining energy.

Mrs. Wu's face showed no change in emotion; she looked quite kind and approachable: "Alright, then let's have dinner here."

It was lunchtime, and the restaurant was bustling with activity.

From a distance, Ovechkin waved to Wang Xiao: "Miss Wang, over here, over here."

The others quickly moved to make room for them.

Wang Xiao nodded to them, displaying the warmth and thoughtfulness of a host: "How did you sleep? Feel free to give us your feedback."

Andrei winked at her and sighed, "Miss Wang, there are so many good things in the hourly hotel, and you didn't even tell us."

Wang Xiao laughed: "I thought you wouldn't need it. I thought you only needed to sleep."

"No, no, no." They all laughed strangely. "Baby can help us sleep better."

The restaurant operates on a buffet model, with large stainless steel enclosures gleaming under the lights.

The freshly cooked food was steaming hot and emitted a rich aroma.

Wang Xiao took her tray and went to get her food. As she picked up the shrimp tails, Wu Haoyu finally couldn't help but ask, "What exactly is in the hourly rate room?"

It's not that he's sensitive; it's just that all sorts of messy things are happening these days.

Nightclubs are in such a chaotic state nowadays that they are rife with prostitution, gambling, drugs, and all sorts of vices.

Looking at him, Wang Xiao could always easily laugh: "What did you think it was?"

Wu Haoyu said with a troubled expression, "Wang Xiao, the taller the tree, the more the wind will blow against it. You're a target now, so you need to be careful."

Wang Xiao actually laughed out loud this time: "Don't worry, I've registered it with the police. It's just a kid."

A room booked by the hour is a room that offers doll services.

Heaven above, Wang Xiao can swear to the heavens that she never even considered opening a doll experience center in mainland China.

She must have to consider the actual situation in the country.

The problem is that with more middlemen coming and going, there are more shady dealings.

The reason she didn't say "bad mother" is because the customers of the sex industry are mostly men now, and there's not much of a market for male prostitutes.

It's common knowledge that foreign traders are rich and unrestrained.

Local prostitutes are happy to do business with foreigners, believing that they are more generous and that having foreign clients reflects their higher social standing.

The two sides hit it off immediately, and the resort was turned into a brothel.

Actually, everyone knew this from the beginning, but no one did anything about it.

It's all about foreign affairs; it's normal for the Russians to do whatever they want.

However, with the increase in prostitutes in this area, problems have arisen.

The local women and aunties were the first to launch an attack.

They know their men too well. These flamboyant prostitutes parade around the streets; expecting their men to tighten their belts is nothing short of wishful thinking.

Perhaps marital relationships are not simply black and white, and divorce is not in one's best interest; no one would casually bring it up.

Unable to keep men, they could only try to drive away prostitutes.

In fact, gambling, prostitution, and drugs are all the same thing. Cracking down on casinos, drug dealers, and prostitutes are essentially no different.

Simply relying on self-discipline, or the notion that one can't control oneself, is nothing but wishful thinking; it's not as practical as purifying the environment.

The police receive reports every few days and come to crack down on pornography and illegal publications.

After a while, they couldn't take it anymore.

When the Russians were caught, they argued that brothels are legal all over the world and that they should follow international trends.

Later, when they had no other choice, the Public Security Bureau issued a direct ultimatum to the commercial city: you must handle this matter yourselves, or we will have to take drastic measures.

Chen Yu didn't know how to manage it either.

What a joke! If even the Ministry of Public Security couldn't solve this problem, she wouldn't be a general manager at the trade city.

She had no other choice but to report to her boss.

As a result, the boss gave her a suggestion: arrange hourly rooms at the resort and place sex dolls inside to meet the needs of customers.

At the time, Chen Yu was still skeptical. The doll was fake, and the usage fee was not low. Why didn't the Russians choose a real person?

To everyone's surprise, the hourly rate rooms were incredibly popular, with customers even having to make reservations in advance to secure a table.

Upon hearing this, Wang Xiao and Ivanov couldn't help but touch their noses.

It seems that the upper class is indeed leading the trend, and the middle class is frantically following suit.

Is the doll important? The important thing is that they enjoy the same standards as those in a doll club.

Wu Haoyu was stunned. Could this really be true?

Wang Xiao chuckled and winked at him: "Do you want to give it a try? We have villagers among our customers now."

Wu Haoyu instinctively refused: "No, no, no—"

Perhaps feeling he didn't seem carefree enough, he changed the subject, "Do the villagers have no objections this time?"

"What's wrong with that? They're not real people, and we're not going to let their men buy them gifts."

Wang Xiao shrugged, winked mysteriously, and said meaningfully, "Actually, the sisters-in-law and aunties quite welcome them."

Why? Because the women in the village are all very busy and don't have much energy to deal with men.

Just like how the mistress of a wealthy family in ancient times would often push her husband to the side of the concubines and maids, not only because she did not want frequent pregnancies to damage her own body, but also because she felt that the man was a hindrance and would delay her from managing the family business.

Now that they have a baby, it's a good opportunity for them to temporarily escape the obligations of being a wife.

As for their own desires—

Wang Xiao sighed: "The female doll market is just starting out, and there is a huge market to be explored in the future."

She smiled maliciously again, "Would you be willing to be a model then?"

Wu Haoyu blurted out reflexively, "No."

Wang Xiao is very respectful of public opinion: "Okay, let's use my doll as a model. I don't mind sharing it with others."

Wu Haoyu's face turned red, and he subconsciously asked, "Doesn't the police have any objections?"

What opinions could there be?

Wang Xiao laughed and said, "They couldn't find any regulations that said it wasn't allowed, so they just acquiesced."

The 1990s were actually quite crazy, can you believe it? During that era, the tax bureau collected taxes from sex workers.

She took a plate of food and returned to the table to eat slowly.

After dinner, it was completely dark, and everyone went home to their mothers.

Mrs. Wu thanked Wang Xiao, saying, "Thank you so much for your help today."

Wang Xiao smiled and said, "I'm really sorry for the poor hospitality."

After she helped the person into the car, she turned her head to her own car and saw a resentful face sitting in the driver's seat.

Oh my god!

Ivanov, you bastard! In the middle of the night, what kind of ghost are you if not a human being?

Ivanov had no sisters and had never raised a daughter.

But now he's acting like a brother and an old father, worried that his own cabbage will be eaten by a pig.

"Your Majesty, you can't be fooled by appearances. Some people blush easily, but that doesn't mean they're shy or timid; it's just that their skin is naturally like that. It's like how some people blush easily when they drink alcohol, while others can drink a lot without their complexion changing."

He emphasized, "It's just a physiological phenomenon, do you understand?"

Wang Xiao couldn't help but burst into laughter when she saw that he had even started teaching in English.

Ivanov couldn't laugh. In his desperation, he even disregarded his image and pointed to his charming eyes, saying, "For example, I look at dogs with deep affection."

Wang Xiao burst out laughing. "Brother, you really know yourself well."

The description is quite accurate.

Ivanov pleaded earnestly, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, I am a man, and I understand men better than you do."

Despite his partner's air of a sea queen, according to his private understanding, this person is actually just all talk.

If she could truly be a womanizer, she wouldn't have gone to such lengths to marry a poor, ugly, and useless old man, and then become his stepmother.

He eventually had to go to court to escape a ridiculous marriage.

It's clear that the Chinese characters were created wonderfully; when a woman gets carried away, she'll want to get married.

Ivanov would absolutely not allow such a thing to happen.

His situation is now very bad.

His original home advantage has been completely lost since he was forced to leave Moscow.

In his development in China, his partner held absolute dominance.

Therefore, he must work harder than ever before to maintain the cooperative relationship between the two parties.

"Your Majesty, you must believe me, no man is any good."

For the sake of stable interests, Ivanov did not hesitate to include himself in the criticism.

"When a man showers a woman with attention, his real purpose is to spend time in bed with her and to satisfy his physical needs."

But if he continues to fawn over you after he's satisfied, it's definitely not out of love.

Ivanov gritted his teeth and confessed, "Men are the most selfish creatures in the world. They are driven by a desire to conquer. Physical satisfaction is not enough; they also want spiritual satisfaction."

He looked at Wang Xiao with fervor, “You are a queen, you are radiant, you are dazzling. To conquer you will bring unparalleled spiritual satisfaction.”

He blurted out in English again, "Do you understand?"

Wang Xiao really wanted to laugh.

To be fair, although Ivanov spoke with great passion, his appearance was still quite comical.

but--

Wang Xiao's remaining conscience told him not to laugh.

Otherwise, their friendship would definitely be over.

So instead of laughing, she reached out and put her hand on Ivanov's shoulder: "Hey! My dear Ivanov, you are very important to me. In the top three most important."

Ivanov was instantly dejected and muttered, "Your Majesty, I cannot guarantee that I will not cheat on you."

Wang Xiao rolled her eyes at her. "Dream on! You're not my type. I'm not so desperate as to be picky."

The person who was rejected wasn't sad at all; he had already started planning: "I'll find you a foreigner, someone who meets Alexei's standards."

The so-called "two-maozi" refers to people of mixed Chinese and Russian descent, and Alexei is that mixed-race male model.

Ivanov firmly believes that he did nothing wrong in pimping. His only mistake was trying to save trouble by only hiring one person.

The saying goes that things are valued for their rarity.

As long as he finds a few more, he can let Wang Xiao know sooner or later that there are always people more capable than you.

After eating so many delicious foods, they're all my favorites.

If you have too many favorites, then none of them will be worth anything.

Wang Xiao quickly drew his attention back: "Ivanov, we're doing something serious, something that relates to the next phase of our mission."

Seeing the intense gaze in his eyes, she could only reiterate, "I will not get married, I will not share my assets with anyone, I am a non-marriage advocate, OK?"

Ivanov reluctantly nodded: "Your Majesty, I believe you."

Wang Xiao couldn't help but complain: "Actually, people's desires have nothing to do with gender. What men want, women also want. Do you understand? Women want just as much as men."

So, can men stop overestimating themselves? What women want comes from the whole world.

But men have never been equal to the world.

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Ahem, I'm quite embarrassed to tell you all, but actually in the outline, Wang Xiao and Wu Haoyu went to Michael Jackson's Bucharest concert in 1992. Yes, that's the famous Dangerous Journey concert.

This concert is considered one of MJ's most classic performances, and it was recorded and broadcast live by dozens of well-known television stations from various countries.

Wang Xiao and Wu Haoyu kissed at the concert.

Ironically, Wu Haoyu's family saw this scene while it was playing.

However, when I was writing that part, Ah Jin was experiencing a low-grade fever and headache. All her tests came back negative, and she remained in a daze for over half a month. In addition, I was writing very quickly at that time, and I forgot about it as I was writing. (The outline was rather rough, and I didn't have the detailed outline on hand.)

Because this part was omitted, the rest of the writing felt awkward, lacking a point of emotional elevation.

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