"It seems you all can't come up with the money," Hao Jian said with a sinister smile, then told Brother Spice Ginger, "Take those two, let the woman entertain clients non-stop, twenty-four hours a day. Whenever she pays off the damn twenty million, we'll let her go, understood?"
Upon hearing this, Ouyang Mei's eyes rolled back, and she fainted from fright. She was utterly in despair because she knew what was coming next—endless, unrestricted hosting of clients, which meant no breaks for eating, sleeping, or even using the bathroom, a fate worse than that of the comfort women in East Ocean.
Those comfort women could at least rest for five hours a day, but she wouldn't even have one hour to herself.
That was a whole twenty million! How long would she have to work to pay back Hao Jian?
After hearing such torment, it was no wonder Ouyang Mei fainted. Any woman would have fainted in her place.
Brother Spice Ginger nodded and pointed at Zhao Duocai, saying, "Boss, what about him?"
