Just a few meters away from us, a huge one-bedroom tent was erected, its luxury completely out of place with its surroundings.
A gleaming Mercedes-Benz was parked next to the luxurious tent.
A stylish young man, dressed head to toe in designer brands and with chestnut-colored hair, was smiling obsequiously.
Beside him was a fat man with a thick gold chain around his neck and wearing floral pants.
The two chatted and laughed, occasionally glancing at us with a hint of curiosity in their eyes.
"Mr. Li, rest assured, when has Xiao Fei ever been unreliable?"
The young man with chestnut-colored hair eagerly opened the tent door for the fat man.
The scent of Chanel Bleu de Chanel perfume, mingled with mountain mist, wafts towards you.
"This place is much more exciting than the club. All the girls here speak English and can even do role-playing."
The fat man, called Mr. Li, tugged at the collar of his floral shirt, and the thick gold chain dazzled onlookers.
"What?! There are beautiful girls deep in the mountains? You think I'm a sucker?!"
Xiao Fei smiled apologetically and took out a cigar, lighting it for the fat man with a custom-made skull lighter.
“Mr. Li, you may not know this, but this village is ‘high-end private customization’.”
He deliberately lowered his voice and glanced at us out of the corner of his eye.
“Last month, Mr. Wang brought a Middle Eastern client, and the client signed an eight million yuan deal on the spot. Those women, they can talk to you about blockchain, sing Huangmei Opera with you, and even give you antiques as gifts afterward.”
The fat man exhaled a smoke ring, and his thick earlobes trembled as he did so.
"Antiques? Where would you find such a huge clam jumping around on the street? There's no way you can have something like that!"
"What do you think this is?"
Xiao Fei suddenly pulled out a jade thumb ring: "The one that President Wang took last time, it was appraised at the auction house, it's a Ming Dynasty royal artifact!"
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