Kim Ha, the big boss of Xijiwan, recently acquired a mental hospital.
The latest batch of customers they welcomed were those notorious old chaebols from South Korea.
Previously, they controlled almost the entire country's economic lifeline, wielding immense power and committing numerous evils, making them a nightmare for ordinary people.
After the flu, their health collapsed, their businesses were ruined, and the little bit of property they had left was divided up by the younger generation of their family.
Mr. Fu visited each of the families and had a friendly conversation with the current heads of those families.
Then, more than a dozen important figures were admitted to the mental hospital in a single day.
It was either sent by his wife or by a dutiful younger member of the family.
"Sister An'an, that's why I like doing business with young people. There's no generation gap, and they're perceptive, haha."
Qi An said, "They know in their hearts that if they want to keep the rest of their assets, they have to obey obediently, otherwise their dynasty will be destroyed in no time."
"Hehe, it feels so damn good to be rich. Now, wherever I go, people bow to me at a 90-degree angle and respectfully call me Boss Fu."
Qi An tapped her on the head: "Look at you, so easily pleased. The richest man in such a tiny country is something to be so happy about."
Fu Gui covered his head and laughed: "I'm just used to being poor."
Ata rarely agreed with Fugui: "Boss, it's not her fault. Compared to you, everyone is a poor wretch. Of course you wouldn't look down on this pittance."
Qi An coughed lightly: "Keep it down, keep it down."
Fu Gui asked, "Sister An'an, what are you planning to do with those old bastards?"
Qi An said, "Since we came here, we've seen a lot of boy band and girl group songs and dances, and we've also seen handsome guys doing gay stuff. I want to see something different."
Fu Gui, Ata: "...How unconventional are you?"
Qi An smiled but remained silent.
The gates of the mental hospital were closed.
Ata and Fugui stared in disbelief at the scene before them, and after a moment of stunned silence, they almost burst out laughing.
"Holy shit, I'm blind, I can't keep my eyes."
"Hahaha, boss, you're absolutely amazing! This is so cringeworthy, I'm going to laugh myself to death."
Those tycoons who appear at high-end business events and on television are all dressed in sailor uniforms and miniskirts from girl groups.
She wore a cute cat ear headband on her sparsely haired head, a tank top and a mini skirt, and exaggerated stage makeup on her face.
The sight of a group of greasy middle-aged and elderly people with an average age of over fifty dressed like this was overwhelming, not to mention Ata and Fugui, even Qi An, who was mentally prepared, couldn't resist it.
Facing those eyes that seemed to want to devour her, Qi An clapped her hands and said, "I heard you all really like girl group members. I suppose you've all become talented people from being around them."
Qi An pulled Fu Gui, who was laughing so hard he couldn't straighten up, to sit down: "Come on, perform a dance first, like that one called 'Paradise on Earth'."
The old men's eyes were red with humiliation. They were used to being the ones toying with others, and even the prime minister had to bow and greet them.
Unexpectedly, he first contracted the flu and nearly died, then lost his money and power.
Now, he is being humiliated like this by two young girls.
"What have we done to offend you? Don't push your luck," the oldest man said.
Qi An narrowed his eyes. This was the old pervert who had first toyed with Jin He.
Even though he couldn't get his own thing up, he still coveted those pure and beautiful girl group members, resorting to perverted and brutal methods.
Countless girls have suffered from this over the years, and Jinhe is not the first victim.
He loved playing perverse alphabet games, and his victims were almost always left completely humiliated.
Once he took the lead, the others started shouting too.
"If you know what's good for you, let us go. Don't go too far."
"Do you know who we are? How dare you?"
Why did you do this to us?
Qi An rested his chin on his hand: "Looks like I've been too lenient with these old bastards. They even dare to bark at me like dogs?"
Fu Gui understood, drew his whip, and lashed out.
They used to enjoy whipping Jinhe until she was covered in bruises, and they got excited when they saw her crying and begging for mercy.
At this moment, they were wearing girl group outfits and were being whipped, howling and screaming. They went from cursing to questioning, and finally only begging for mercy.
"Was it good?"
"When you were toying with those girls, did you ever tell them why? They didn't seem to have any grudge against you."
Qi An shook his head: "Why do you feel so wronged when it's your turn? You're so old, it's one thing to be shameless, but you also have double standards."
Fugui, whip in hand, said: "Jump or die, choose one."
A few minutes later, music started playing in the empty room, and the old bastards awkwardly swayed their bodies.
The scene was so surreal that Qi An and Fu Gui laughed until tears streamed down their faces.
This mental hospital is the prison that Qi An prepared for them; she wants to destroy their dignity.
"What kind of nonsense is this? Didn't you eat? Start twisting around like that," Qi An said with a laugh.
"Jump properly, or you'll be punished." Fu Gui's whip was always at hand.
Here, they have no human dignity whatsoever; being beaten and starving are commonplace.
They were further humiliated by Qi An and Fu Gui's endless stream of despicable methods, leaving them utterly helpless.
Their lower bodies were crippled by Qi An, and their daily meals were laced with aphrodisiacs; if they didn't eat, they would go hungry.
As a result, the group of old perverts resorted to various methods on themselves or helped each other, and the situation got out of control for a time.
After regaining his senses, Qi An showed them the video, revealing that the group of perverts were becoming increasingly mentally unstable.
Qi An placed them with real mental patients, giving them medication, injections, and electric shocks without exception.
Over time, they lost the ability to distinguish whether they were still normal people.
They often strip naked, and at the drop of a hat, they start twisting their waists and hips, pouting and clenching their fists, dancing girl group dances with incredible skill.
It brought a lot of entertainment to the patients in the mental hospital.
Within a year, all the old perverts who were sent in died.
They either went insane and self-harmed to death, died from drugs and electric shocks, or were killed by violent mental patients.
Qi An and Fu Gui are no longer satisfied with the BL dramas on the market.
They thought the plot was too cliché, so Fugui wrote several short scripts himself.
After reading it, Qi An exclaimed, "Wow!"
Ata thought the boss had reformed, but then he turned around and found out that the boss had already chosen the actors.
Qi An owns the largest entertainment company in South Korea, and all the oppas have to bow and scrape before her and Fu Gui.
Knowing what the boss likes to watch, they all put in their best efforts to showcase their acting skills, making the quality of BL dramas number one in the world.
No one is talking about the birth rate anymore, since no one can have children anyway.
People have become more open-minded and believe in living for the moment, so the number of suicides has decreased, and the happiness rate of the population has also increased.
In the subsequent presidential election, the new president was a highly capable woman.
The issue of gender antagonism has eased considerably, and there is virtually no discrimination against women in life or at work.
They only have a short life of a few decades in this world, and all they want to do is live according to their own wishes.
A woman is first and foremost herself, and only secondly as a wife or mother or other roles.
As for how long the country can last, let nature take its course.
Who knows, one day a natural disaster might strike and humanity might cease to exist. Thinking too much about it is just needless worry.
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