Chapter 72: Chapter 72: This Time, Let’s Have One From 6,000 Years Ago

"Zhang Yan~ should we walk around nearby next?"

According to Xiaoyan’s plan, they would browse the major women’s luxury boutiques next, giving her the chance to coax Zhang Yan into buying her gifts.

"I don’t think I can. I have some business to attend to in a bit, so I have to leave now," he replied.

Xiaoyan’s smile froze. "The business you’re negotiating must be huge," she forced herself to say. "That definitely can’t be delayed. You should hurry and get to it."

Watching Zhang Yan leave in a luxury DiDi ride, Xiaoyan felt hollow inside. She had thought today was the perfect opportunity for a breakthrough in their relationship. Yet, after spending most of the day together, she had seemingly gained nothing—and she had even treated him to a dinner worth over two thousand for nothing!

She pondered, "Maybe the way these rich kids interact with people is just different from us ordinary folks..."

Recalling how he casually spent eight hundred thousand at an auction for a watch, and dropped over a hundred thousand on a few outfits without blinking, Xiaoyan’s heart flared with burning desire once again. She wondered why he couldn’t be a bit more generous to her when he was so wealthy.

"Am I just not attractive enough to him?" she wondered. "Where do I fall short compared to Yuyu? It seems Yuyu only got to the stage of hugging and kissing him. If I also..."

Meanwhile, Zhang Yan really did have some business to negotiate—a massive deal worth hundreds of millions.

Five Thousand Years of Chinese Civilization.

"Mr. Zhang, it’s been a while. Yiyi missed you."

"I’ve been quite busy lately, so I came to relax today. The usual, please."

Zhang Yan had indeed been busy. It had been exactly a week since Brother Gan first brought him here. So much had happened in this short span of time. He had met and bedded his junior, Chi Xinyue; befriended Xia Xiqing; revamped his image through endless shopping sprees; read many useful books; learned about Brother Gan’s family background; and endured the temptations of various little sirens led by Xiaoyan... It had certainly been an eventful week.

It was time to choose the outfit again. As Zhang Yan swiped through the myriad of historical clothing options, a sudden idea struck him. "AHEM, well, do you have any outfits from before six thousand years ago?"

Liuliu, who was registering his package, froze for a moment. Although their club was named Five Thousand Years of Chinese Civilization, their costumes didn’t actually trace back five thousand years, let alone a distant six thousand years. What did people even wear six thousand years ago? Animal pelts and grass skirts that barely covered their bodies?

Suddenly, she understood what Zhang Yan, an Emperor Level member, meant. This was clearly against the rules, but then she remembered the instructions from her boss, Huo Shaoqi...

"Mr. Zhang, as a distinguished Emperor Level member and a friend of our boss, we naturally should meet all your needs.

"However, regarding this specific request, I’ll need to discuss it with Yiyi. If she’s okay with it, we will do our best to arrange the experience you desire."

"Sure."

After their last visit, Brother Gan had privately explained the rules to him. On the surface, this was a legitimate establishment. Even Emperor Level members wouldn’t experience any special services within their first six months, and even after that, it usually maxed out at a level 92 service. Last time, Zhang Yan had benefited from Brother Gan’s prestige. With Huo Shaoqi personally giving the word, he was able to enjoy the premium level 95 treatment on his very first visit.

The level of service a technician provided here had to be agreed upon in advance. Any extra additions required negotiation with the technician themselves. While most issues could be resolved by "adding money," some technicians still held their own unique personal boundaries. For instance, they maintained a degree of choice over access to certain body parts, or whether they would perform special services for specific clients. After all, this was officially a legitimate storefront. It made its money on gimmicks and luxury consumption, not as a brothel with transparent price tags.

Liuliu quickly returned, stating that although Yiyi found it highly embarrassing, she would still do her best to fulfill the service for him.

It seemed that being handsome was indeed very useful in many situations.

Though the outfit this time was rather "simple," it took much longer to prepare, as it was completely unprecedented. After a long wait, Yiyi finally emerged after much anticipation.

*(Author’s Note: The image wouldn’t pass censorship, so please use your imagination.)*

Her face was decorated with a few streaks of greasepaint, and her hair cascaded down loosely, slightly tied back with a striped headband. She truly exuded a certain wild beauty. A few massive green leaves, threaded together by a thin string, were simply draped across her chest. Something seemed faintly visible through the gaps; the symbolic meaning of these leaves far outweighed their concealing function.

For her lower half, she wore a tailored leopard-print skirt, clearly modified to resemble an animal pelt. Other than that, she wore absolutely nothing else. It was indeed primitive enough.

"Chief, are you satisfied?"

"It’s not bad. So, what kind of talent performance do you have this time?"

Yiyi had received training in dances from various dynasties. While she wasn’t exactly a professional, it was more than enough to entertain the average person. But what kind of talent was she supposed to perform for the primitive tribal era?

Fortunately, Yiyi was quick-witted. She knew the guest wasn’t here for an archaeological dig. She gracefully stepped forward, stopping right in front of Zhang Yan, and raised her arms straight out. "Chief, please allow me to perform a sacrificial dance for you. I hope it pleases you."

Of course, she had never learned any primitive tribal sacrificial dances, but she had seen similar things on TV and the internet. Her sacrificial dance moves were incredibly simple—mostly just twisting, shaking, and flinging. Her waist writhed like a water snake, while her frantic twerking showed off her impressive hip and core strength. Finally, the wildly swinging and bouncing sights drew closer and closer to his face, stirring up a primal urge from the very depths of his heart.

However, this type of "sacrificial dance" was clearly exhausting. The talent performance only lasted for ten minutes before Yiyi had to beg for mercy, forcing them to cancel the other prepared interactive mini-games.

Zhang Yan didn’t force her. He went to take a shower, changed into a pair of blue disposable shorts, and climbed onto the spa bed to receive the next stage of normal spa services.

"Those leaves of yours are a bit prickly," he remarked.

Yiyi hesitated for a second before yanking off the obstructive leaves and tossing them aside.

This time, the soft massage experience ascended to a whole new level.

[Current Pleasure Points: 200]

"Chief, your time is up. Would you like to extend the session?"

Zhang Yan turned onto his side and looked at Yiyi, who had grown somewhat aroused from the friction. There was a clear invitation in her eyes. He wasn’t in a hurry to reply. Instead, he reached out and touched the "animal pelt skirt" wrapped around her waist.

"Whose leopard-print skirt was this, for you to just cut it up like that?"

"It belonged to one of the girls here. I bought it from her for a few hundred bucks."

"You really put thought into this. I’ll reimburse you for it."

As they chatted, he casually slipped his hand forward, raising an eyebrow. "You’re quite dedicated to your craft."

Yiyi’s face flushed crimson as she spoke in a soft, delicate voice. "We try our best not to keep any items on us that don’t fit the era’s setting."

"Can you do a level 98?"

She hesitated for a long time this round before finally answering, "The club strictly forbids that, but if it’s you... after I get off work..."

"What if I want it right now?"

Yiyi struggled and hesitated for a moment before walking over and hanging a piece of clothing over the door, covering the small round window.

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