Shen Lang raised the cocktail in front of him and said to Michelle, "It's a pleasure to meet you."
Michelle raised her glass of red wine and smiled charmingly: "Me too."
Meanwhile, Michelle thought to herself, "It wouldn't be a bad thing to be possessed by this handsome Eastern man. The bar owner said he's mysterious and must be very rich."
The two then drank the wine in their glasses in one gulp.
Shen Lang beckoned He Yongze over and said, "Prepare a quiet room."
He Yongze assumed that Shen Lang was eager to have a relationship with Mi Qi'er, and gave him a knowing look: "I've already prepared everything for Brother Lang, come with me."
Then Shen Lang said to Mi Qi'er, "Come with me for a moment, we need to talk about something."
"Oh, okay." Michelle didn't expect this handsome Eastern man to want her so quickly, so she hurriedly stood up and rubbed her thighs, clad in black stockings with lettering, together a few times.
He Yongze then led Shen Lang and Mi Qi'er out of the private room, and Dong Xue followed them out.
The group arrived at a private room with excellent soundproofing, where the table was also filled with various kinds of alcohol and snacks.
He Yongze said to Shen Lang, "Brother Lang, everything in this private room has been newly replaced."
Then he pointed to a small door inside the private room and said, "The room is over there."
Shen Lang nodded and said, "Thank you for your hard work."
"Hehe, then I won't bother you any longer, Brother Lang." He Yongze chuckled, then walked out of the private room, closing the door behind him, leaving Shen Lang, Dong Xue, and Mi Qi'er behind.
Michelle glanced at Dongxue, who had remained expressionless throughout, and asked, "Brother Lang, are there just the three of us?"
Shen Lang smiled, then sat down on the sofa, picked up a glass of wine, took a sip, and said, "Michelle, you want money, don't you?"
Michelle nodded at Shen Lang, then shook her head and said, "You and I don't need money."
Shen Lang smiled and shook his head, then patted the seat next to him and said, "Let's sit down and talk."
Michelle obediently sat down next to Shen Lang, while Dongxue stood expressionlessly on Shen Lang's other side.
Shen Lang looked at Mi Qi'er and said, "I can provide you with the money you want."
Michelle shook her head and said in her not-so-fluent Yanhuang language, "No, I like you, I don't want your money."
Shen Lang was utterly speechless: If you don't want money, what am I supposed to offer you for business? My body? This Western-educated woman certainly has an open mind.
“Michelle, you’ve misunderstood me,” Shen Lang said. “I know you need money right now, so I can provide you with the funds you need to ensure your livelihood.”
Michelle blushed and said, "Are you trying to take me in as a sugar daddy?"
Shen Lang rubbed his temples speechlessly and said, "You can also think of it this way: I can provide you with 100,000 RMB for living expenses every month, but you need to work for me."
Michelle asked, puzzled, "What do you mean? I don't quite understand."
"I am a businessman; in your Western terms, you can call me God," Shen Lang said, spreading his hands.
"I can provide everything you want; money is just the bare minimum. As long as you pay the price, I can give you anything you desire."
Upon hearing this, Michelle covered her mouth with her hand and mumbled a lot in her hometown dialect.
Shen Lang glanced at Dong Xue and asked, "What is she saying?"
Dongxue covered her mouth and chuckled, then translated what Michelle had just said: "She said, 'Young master, are you a demon? Only a demon would use a handsome appearance to bewitch humans. Jesus said that demons will dig into the desires in people's hearts and devour their souls.'"
Shen Lang shook his head and said to Michelle, "Please don't confuse me with filthy demons. I'm just a businessman. Also, please speak in Chinese."
Michelle looked at Shen Lang with a terrified expression and asked, "What do you want from me? Do you want my soul?"
At this moment, Shen Lang had an urge to slap Michelle to death, thinking to himself: How can Western religious culture be so stupid? What kind of trash has it produced?
“I have no interest in your soul. If you’re willing, you can work for me, and I’ll pay you well enough,” Shen Lang said. “Money is just a number to me.”
Shen Lang's words were not unfounded. He currently had 900 million yuan circulating in his bank account, and even if he ran out of money, he could simply find a wealthy businessman to extend his life, and the money would flow in.
"Think about it, would you be willing to be my spokesperson?"
Michelle's hands were clenched tightly, as if she were praying for something.
"Never mind." Seeing Michelle's rambling appearance, Shen Lang lost interest in her as well. He then called to Dongxue to prepare to leave.
Just as the two were about to step out of the private room, Michelle's voice came from behind them: "I do."
Shen Lang turned around and found that Michelle had knelt on the ground at some point, her hands clasped tightly to her chest, and said, "I am willing to become your most devout believer. I know that you must have come to save this hell on earth. Jesus is fake, you are real."
Seeing this, Shen Lang asked Dongxue behind him, "Dongxue, do you think all people educated in Western culture are like this, acting all mysterious and eccentric?"
Dongxue covered her mouth and laughed, "The people in this barbarian land are extremely ignorant. I once heard that in a certain place in the West, countless nuns jumped off cliffs to commit suicide in order to go and see their illusory Lord."
"Dongxue, if I sent her to the West to be my missionary, wouldn't I be able to become Jesus?" Shen Lang asked with a smile.
“But I think the young master would disdain to do that,” Dongxue said with a smile.
Shen Lang nodded, agreeing with Dongxue's statement, and praised, "This is a good name; indeed, she is intelligent and clever."
Western monks gave their all for the sake of the Jew on the cross.
This is also why Shen Lang scoffs at Western culture.
The so-called open social atmosphere is nothing more than an excuse to openly vent one's inner desires.
Shen Lang walked to Michelle's side, helped her up, and said, "I am not the master you are to worship. I am just a businessman."
Michelle shook her head vigorously, saying in broken Chinese, "You are my Lord. Only the Lord would descend upon a believer when she is most confused."
Shen Lang was too lazy to argue with Michelle. Culture is something ingrained in one's bones, and he couldn't change Michelle's mind.
He then sat down again, while Michelle knelt down beside Shen Lang's legs, gazing at him with adoration, and said, "My lord, whatever you command, Michelle is willing to do anything you desire."
Shen Lang leaned back on the sofa, picked up a cocktail, and said, "You should get up first. We Yanhuang people don't follow these rules."
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