novelaction Chapter 551 Asking for Directions to Find a Woman
Chapter 551 Asking for Directions to Find a Woman
Cao Erdan and Li Yuzi were entangled in a passionate and endless affair.
The young movie star certainly has something special.
Huang Benchu didn't rest after arriving in Beijing.
He had already experienced the benefits of being rich after just one trip to Daliang City.
In the past, with just a pittance, you'd have to consult with a prostitute about how to have fun with her.
But things are different when you have money.
Girls will do everything they can to please you and satisfy you, afraid that you will be unhappy.
Cao Erdan just transferred 10,000 yuan to me, which is more than enough for a hotel stay.
Master Cao is clearly telling me to find a girl to serve me.
Then stop pretending and start looking!
This is my first time in Beijing, and I'm unfamiliar with the place. It's not easy for me to find my way around.
I need to ask someone about it.
A young woman carrying a child stood in front of him, and Huang Benchu went to greet her:
"Miss..."
"Who are you calling 'big sister'? You're all wrinkled, take a good look at yourself in the mirror, get lost!"
Unexpectedly, a simple form of address angered the young woman.
Startled, Huang Benchu quickly walked forward a short distance.
A fat woman, adorned with jewels, came out of a jewelry store.
Having learned from his previous experience, Huang Benchu stopped calling her "elder sister" this time.
"Hello, Madam!"
Upon hearing this, the fat woman smiled and asked, "What is it, old man?"
Upon hearing this, Huang Benchu really wanted to kick her pregnant belly.
Am I that old?
But if you want to ask for directions, you can't lose your temper; you have to force a smile and ask:
"Madam, what are some fun places to visit in the capital?"
"Oh, you're here for tourism? There are plenty of people here, from the Temple of Heaven and the Temple of Earth to the Temple of the Moon and Stars..."
Huang Benchu quickly waved his hand: "I'm not buying jars, I'm asking where there are girls I can play with?"
The fat woman froze, looking Huang Benchu up and down as he was as thin as a rake.
Preliminary estimates suggest he's over seventy, around eighty, and saying he's ninety wouldn't be out of place...
"You mean you want to play with... women?"
Huang Benchu laughed so hard his eyes were almost closed, nodding repeatedly: "Yes, yes, that's exactly what I mean, I have money."
"Go to hell, you old lecher! How dare you flirt with me? Do I look like that kind of person? You may have money, but I don't need it!"
His voice was like a thunderclap.
This attracted the attention of everyone around.
Huang Benchu was so frightened that he almost covered her mouth:
"Hey lady, I didn't say I was messing with you! You're so fat, I'm afraid you'll sit on me and kill me! I wouldn't take your money, I just wanted directions!"
"I know exactly what you scumbags are up to. You just want to hit on me, right? Believe me or not, I'll scratch your face until it's covered in peach blossoms!"
Huang Benchu fled in disarray.
But I can't afford to mess with this narcissistic fat woman.
Weighing over 200 pounds, if you took off their clothes and threw them into the pigpen, you absolutely couldn't tell which one was the sow without looking at their face.
Big Black might like someone like you, but I don't want one.
Huang Benchu only dared to stop after turning the corner.
Looking at the bustling streets as the city lights begin to twinkle, one can't tell which way is which.
I need to ask a reliable person, otherwise it would be too embarrassing to get scratched.
Having learned from his previous two experiences, he began to be more selective.
Young people are afraid to ask, women are afraid to ask, and children are too embarrassed to ask.
I saw an old man selling melons on an electric bike; he looked at least sixty or seventy years old.
Men understand men, so ask him.
"Hey bro, do you know where I can find girls who'll sleep with me if I pay them?"
The old man selling watermelons looked at Huang Benchu and picked up his watermelon knife.
Huang Benchu quickly waved his hand: "No need, brother, I won't be angry if you don't tell me, just don't use the knife."
The old man wiped his watermelon knife and sighed, "Uncle, you're so old, can't you be a little more serious? With that money, wouldn't it be better to save it for your grandson and buy him something nice to eat? Why are you still so energetic? My wife has been dead for six years, and I haven't even looked for a woman once!"
Huang Benchu really envied the old man's endurance.
Let alone six years, even if I don't see a woman for six days, I'll have to take care of myself.
He grinned and said, "Don't worry about the money. I have money. If you tell me, I'll treat you to a quickie!"
The old man shook his head: "Even if I knew, I wouldn't tell you. You're so irresponsible! Don't talk to me!"
Huang Benchu wondered, are all humans so hypocritical?
They're all pretending to be virtuous. Those streetwalkers make a lot of money, don't they?
Moreover, I've heard that the richer people are, the more extravagant their lifestyles are. How come all the morals and ethical conduct have fallen on this poor melon seller?
I was about to discuss things with the old man some more when I suddenly saw him throw away the watermelon knife, jump onto his bike, and ride off.
Huang Benchu sighed and said, "If you don't want to tell me, then don't tell me. There's no need to scare me like this!"
Before he finished speaking, the small vendors around him darted off in one direction like startled mice.
The speeding electric scooter startled Huang Benchu so much that he jumped up and down, almost getting hit and thrown into the air.
Just then, two vans sped up.
Two large characters on the vehicle body are very prominent... "Management"!
Holy crap, it turns out we've run into the management team cracking down on street vendors!
A van sped up in front of the old man's watermelon cart and came to a stop sideways.
The old man selling melons couldn't brake in time and crashed into the van with a loud bang.
The old man practically flew off the car.
Several burly men got out of the van; some were in uniform, others were wearing armbands, and they looked menacing.
"We chased you away from the east to sell your wares in the west, have you no shame?!"
"You hit our car, so this time we'll not only confiscate your watermelons, but also your car."
One of the leaders, who wore glasses, angrily shouted, "A broken electric bike isn't enough to cover the damages. Call the police and have him detained!"
The old man was no longer the righteous man he was when lecturing Huang Benchu; he was terrified, as if he had been caught red-handed stealing something.
His legs were bent as if he was about to kneel down at any moment.
She kept bowing to the bespectacled man:
"Captain, I'm sorry, I couldn't stop! It was my fault. Please don't impound my car. My granddaughter is in the hospital, and we're saving up for surgery. We'll have enough in a few days. Please, have mercy and don't arrest me!"
The bespectacled man sneered: "Stop playing the victim. If you pity others, what will happen to them? This street will be in chaos!"
A fat man slapped the old melon seller's face: "Keep making things up! You can talk until the sky falls, but I won't let you go today!"
The old melon seller panicked and quickly pulled out his hospital deposit receipt and examination papers from his pocket:
“I’m not lying. Look, this is my granddaughter’s hospital admission slip. I sell melons during the day and then go to the hospital to take care of her at night. Her father was detained for allegedly maliciously demanding back wages, and her mother ran off with a rich man. She’s been staying up late studying for a long time, which has lowered her immunity. Her father’s arrest caused her to get stressed and developed acute pericarditis, requiring surgery to drain the blood…”
The old man kept talking, but the dozen or so management team members wouldn't listen at all.
Two men pulled him away, and the others came over to drive the tricycle carrying watermelons away.
Some looked fierce and menacing, while others were all grinning and joking; none of them had a pleasant expression.
Those watching the spectacle from the sidelines dared not speak out against their anger.
Just then, a thin, bony old man approached the captain with glasses.
I asked him, "Aren't you afraid of being struck by lightning for being so immoral?"
"Huh? Who are you?"
Captain Glasses was startled when he saw the old face.
This old man looks even older than the melon seller.
It turned out that Huang Benchu simply couldn't stand seeing a group of young men bullying an old man.
They came here wanting to uphold justice and speak out against injustice.
However, he wasn't very brave and was naturally afraid of humans.
So he let out a small shout.
Seeing the bespectacled captain's fierce expression, he smiled:
"I just want to ask you, aren't you afraid of retribution for being so immoral?"