78: That's so unfair! (Please support!)

Jiang Feng walked out of the elevator, preparing to leave from the backstage area, when he ran head-on into a flock of beauties.

The dancer Jiajia and several of her sisters were gathered in the backstage area, resting.

Each of them wore stiletto heels, wrapped in black stockings of just the right thickness, their long legs shimmering with a seductive luster under the lights.

Their four-hour shift had just ended, and they were exhausted, too lazy to even fix the flaws in their makeup.

"Brother Feng?" Jiajia had sharp eyes; she was the first to spot him and immediately approached with a cat-like strut.

Passing a trash can, she hastily threw her cigarette butt onto the pebbles, pulled out a spray can, and spritzed it into her mouth.

"Brother Feng! The girls made a fortune today!"

"The boxing match was exciting, and those bosses gave double tips just from touching our stockings!"

Several dancers behind her also crowded around, chiming in all at once.

"Yeah, yeah! President Wang booked me for four hours straight just to ask where I bought these stockings for his mistress!"

"Young Master Li was even more exaggerated, saying he wanted to buy a whole case for his wife—who would believe that!"

Jiang Feng was surrounded by the heavy scent of perfume. Considering it would be impolite to sneeze, he rubbed his nose and discreetly took a half-step back.

"It seems the results are quite good?"

He swept his gaze over them; some of the dancers' stockings were already snagged. Those rough men didn't know how to be gentle.

"It's just that there's too little stock!" Jiajia pouted her red lips and shook her pink miniskirt.

"Brother Feng's channel is too stingy. They ran out of stock after selling only forty or so pairs. The girls were fighting tooth and nail for them!"

Jiang Feng inwardly praised Lin Xiaoyu's inventory control strategy. He feigned helplessness and spread his hands: "There's nothing I can do about the limited quantity. After all, the price is set. I specifically told my channel not to follow the black market and jack up prices."

"So, I'm sorry."

"Oh, Brother Feng, why are you so good to us~~~"

A purple-haired dancer suddenly pressed up against him, her fingernails lightly grazing his collar, giggling: "Since Brother Feng is so particular, why not personally check my 'quality'?"

She deliberately hiked up her skirt, revealing even more of her legs from the high slit.

A burst of suggestive laughter erupted around them.

Jiang Feng tried hard to remain calm, but his ears were already turning red, and he was alarmed inside.

'Oh no, I managed to avoid Sister Jasmine with such difficulty, am I going to fall into their hands now?'

'No, I have to break out of this encirclement!'

With his mind made up, Jiang Feng hurriedly sidestepped: "I will urge the channel to stock up quickly. Next time, definitely next time!"

"Don't say next time~~~"

A newcomer wearing a cat-ear headband blocked his path. She wasn't a dancer, but a model who had come to hang out today.

"So many girls came today, and they are all distressed because they can't buy the stockings. Everyone wants to meet Brother Feng!"

Behind her, several girls who were clearly not yet in the industry looked over timidly. Their gazes were cautious, but their peripheral vision boldly lingered on him. They were all blushing and whispering to each other.

One blonde girl was daring enough to reach out and touch his chin directly.

"I heard Brother Feng has great technique..." She winked suggestively.

Jiang Feng's scalp tingled instantly. He knew the "technique" these dancers were talking about definitely didn't refer to repair skills.

He hurriedly diverted his attention and only then noticed seven or eight pretty girls sitting in the corner of the rest area. They were likely the "newcomers" brought by the middleman today. They were somewhat shy and fresh, exactly the kind to whet one's appetite.

"This is the Brother Feng I told you about." Jiajia held onto Jiang Feng's arm as if showcasing a product.

"The stockings he sells are all authentic 'Poposha' brand, not comparable to those cheap knockoffs on the black market. Once you put them on, they make your legs look like this..." She made an exaggerated, curvy gesture.

The newcomers gasped in amazement. Everyone knew that since others spoke so highly of him, this "Brother Feng" was definitely no ordinary person.

One bold girl walked right up: "Brother Feng, can I get your contact information?"

"The first tip I earned tonight will all go towards buying stockings from you..."

"Can you urge them to ship them to me sooner~~~"

Jiang Feng's arm was instantly grabbed by five or six hands with glittery nails, and the various perfume scents made him dizzy.

Someone even took the opportunity to touch his crotch and gasped.

In an instant, the entire backstage area seemed to turn into a vegetable patch, and everyone wanted to come and pull the radish.

Jiang Feng was horrified. He barely maintained a smile as he pulled his arm back, as carefully and quickly as if he were defusing a bomb.

"I have urgent business..."

"What urgent business~~~" The purple-haired dancer blocked the exit and winked mischievously.

"Don't tell me you have a tigress at home?"

Lin Xiaoyu's gentle face flashed through Jiang Feng's mind, and his expression immediately cleared.

He then thought of Sister Jasmine. Sister Jasmine was ruthless; if these dancers' actions were reported to her, they might be in for some trouble. Thinking of this, he didn't care anymore.

"Much scarier than a tigress!"

He gave a low shout, and taking advantage of the moment the women were stunned, he dashed forward and fled.

Passing by a security camera, he hurriedly pressed his palms together in a prayer gesture, pleading for whoever was watching—whether it was Sister Jasmine or Noli—to go easy on him.

Behind him came a chorus of coquettish complaints.

"Brother Feng, don't run!"

"Brother Feng, don't forget to help me urge the shipment!"

"We want the custom ones! The ones with lace!"

"Do you have crotchless ones? Brother Feng~~~"

The moment he ran into the front area, Jiang Feng let out a long sigh of relief.

He tugged at his collar, which had been pulled askew, confirmed the safety of his black briefcase, and adjusted his belt and fly.

'Damn, the zipper was pulled off. Do they have to be so fierce?'

Jiang Feng finally looked at Gold-Wrapped Silver. The Robot Dog sat innocently on the ground, the pixels on its electronic eyes lighting up and going out one by one, looking just like a Snake game moving in its electronic eyes.

He rubbed his face and walked quickly out of the club's main entrance amidst the continuous calls of "Brother Feng" from the security guards.

The pink neon lights were still decadent; the night was still long, and the boxing match had not yet ended.

Jiang Feng looked back, filled with mixed emotions.

'Between them and me, who isn't controlled by capital?'

'In this world where profit is supreme, whether it's me, Sister Jasmine, or any other variety of people—everyone, without exception—are gamblers forced to place bets.'

'The only difference is: some lose with clarity, while others win in a stupor.'

'Truly unfair!'

He turned around, resolutely got into his car, and sped away.

Meanwhile, in the rest area, Jiajia was mysteriously imparting her experience to the newcomers.

"Do you know how good Brother Feng's connections are?" She lowered her voice: "Even Sister Jasmine chats and laughs with him!"

The girls gasped, glancing at each other, their eyes filled with wonder.

Soon, the title "Brother Feng" quietly seeped into the most sensitive interpersonal networks of District 03, along with the champagne bubbles and neon lights.

In the monitoring room, Noli silently deleted the footage of Jiang Feng being chased.

She looked at the gesture of Jiang Feng pressing his palms together in prayer before leaving and revealed a faint smile.

Some intelligence is better left unknown to the young lady.

Noli turned and walked away, and the monitoring room staff filed in, patting their chests and looking at each other, scared to death.

"We were supposed to be the vanguard of slacking off at work..."

"But ever since Noli came..."

"Sigh..."

Everyone sighed in unison, neatly pulled warm potato chips from the computer cases, and popped them into their mouths.

"Crunch!"