After Yan Chengbo parked the car, he led Lin Dong and the others through the doors of the White House Sauna with practiced ease.
Two rows of beautiful female greeters stood at the entrance, bowing in unison, their voices as clear and uniform as a flock of larks.
"Welcome, esteemed customers!"
This display of force was so frightening that even the war god, who would blush at the sight of a woman, turned as red as a boiled river shrimp.
This situation must have been difficult for him.
"War God, why don't you head home? This kind of occasion isn't really suitable for you, hehe..."
Seeing the God of War's awkward and helpless state, Fengzi, who was standing next to him, certainly wouldn't miss the opportunity to embarrass him.
"Exactly, what are you doing in a place like this, you virgin, God of War?"
Hawkeye couldn't help but laugh, adding fuel to the fire from the sidelines.
"Who...who told you I'm a virgin? I've had girlfriends back in the countryside."
The military genius got impatient and mumbled a rebuttal.
"Ha ha......"
His lack of confidence made even Lin Dong, who was walking ahead, burst into laughter.
......
Soon, Yan Cheng led them up to the third floor of the White House.
On the far west side of the third floor, there is a VIP room with the words "Jade Pool" hanging on it.
Yan Cheng nodded to the two black-clad bodyguards standing at the door and pushed open the door.
Inside the private room, the warm orange light created a soft and ambiguous atmosphere, and a melodious symphony was playing in the background.
In the very center of the room stood a set of dark brown European-style luxury sofas.
A man who looked to be in his forties or fifties sat leisurely in the center of the sofa.
The man had jet-black hair, but a thick, gray beard, making him look more like a cultured artist at first glance.
He would occasionally take a puff of his cigar and exhale gently, the white smoke drifting and swirling, resembling the background of an old oil painting under the soft lamplight.
On the opposite wall of the sofa was a large screen, which Lin Dong saw was indeed a colorful oil painting:
In the center of the picture, there is a vast ocean, and a beautiful, delicate blonde nude woman stands timidly on a large white seashell.
A winged man soared above the rippling blue sea, gently blowing a divine breeze towards the seashells.
On the shore, the goddess of spring, dressed in a light-colored floral dress, is spreading out a red cloak, preparing to dress the blonde nude Venus in new clothes.
......
Yan Cheng strode towards the sofa, bowed respectfully to the middle-aged man, and said:
"Boss, Mr. Lin Donglin has arrived."
"oh?"
The middle-aged man, who was leisurely smoking a large cigar, raised an eyebrow and turned to look at the door.
He spotted Lin Dong walking at the front immediately, then stood up, smiled, and waved:
“Mr. Lin, we’ve been waiting for you for a long time. Come and have a taste of the strongest Scotch whisky: Maxim’s.”
Lin Dong's Black Gold Eye had already been activated the moment he entered the room:
[Ding, Kun Sheng, male, 46 years old, nickname: Artist, major shareholder of Hengsheng Hotel, black market arms dealer, involved in 673 cases including arms trafficking and murder, with a illicit net worth of 2.3467 billion.]
[Location of the black gold storage: Secret vault on the 9th floor of Kun's Building, No. 166, Bailu Road, Kokang Old Street.]
Wow, this guy's got some serious wealth.
No wonder Chiang Chung-fa said that Kun Sheng had been entrenched in Kokang for more than 20 years and had almost monopolized the black market arms trade in northern Myanmar.
We need to find an opportunity to collect this ill-gotten gain.
Thinking this, Lin Dong's smile widened:
"Hello Mr. Kun, I've heard so much about you."
"Haha... Mr. Lin, you're too kind. Boss Jiang's friend is my friend, Kun Sheng. Please have a seat."
Kun Sheng extended his hand and shook hands with Lin Dong, then pulled Lin Dong to sit down:
“Mr. Lin, since you are new to Kokang, there’s not much to offer you.”
"Besides food, I've prepared some special things. I hope you'll like them?"
Lin Dong looked around the large room. Apart from the luxurious decoration, there was nothing special about it. However, the oil painting wall opposite the sofa was quite eye-catching.
He couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth in amusement:
"When Boss Kun mentioned 'special stuff,' does he mean listening to symphonies or seeing world-famous paintings?"
"Haha... Mr. Lin has a good eye. Do you know the history of this painting?"
"I know, if I remember correctly, this should be Botticelli's masterpiece from the 15th century: The Birth of Venus?"
"That's right. I didn't expect Mr. Lin to be such a lover of oil painting at such a young age."
"I wouldn't dare, it's just that this painting is too famous, and I just happened to have seen it before."
"Hey, Mr. Lin, don't be so modest. Kun Sheng always thinks highly of underworld figures with artistic talent."
Kun Sheng warmly poured Lin Dong a full glass of wine, and then said meaningfully:
"All art in the world originates from human desires."
"I believe that the stronger a person's desires are, the greater the chance of success; otherwise, they are just a living corpse."
"To succeed in anything, you must have desires, including desires for art, money, power, and even women..."
Kun Sheng raised his glass, nervously raised it to the empty space in front of him, then tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp.
"Mr. Lin, let's not talk business tonight, let's just talk about art."
"Take a close look at this painting. What do you see?"
Kun Sheng's expression was somewhat lewd, and also carried a hint of ill intent.
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