Chapter 1129: Chapter 80: We’re Really Here on Official Business

The Fusang Government generally supports and encourages local women going abroad to start businesses.

First of all, staying in the country doesn’t have much value aside from wasting food. Going abroad to start a business, making money, and sending it back home can also invigorate the local market economy.

Secondly, starting a business is not the same as marrying abroad; at least on paper, there’s no loss of population.

Finally, the most important reason is that Fusang itself has no notable local resources to boast about. Either go out and rob, or go out and start a business, there’s no other choice.

Even though there’s a problem with damaging public morals, the Fusang people themselves don’t care much about that.

“Currently, the number of registered single underage Fusang women in the Seaside District has reached about 15,000, and this number increases daily. Aside from working in the service industry, these young women can’t find a more suitable source of economic income. Over time, this will inevitably lead to more serious social problems.”

“You called us about this, but we can’t solve it either.”

Han Bin asked puzzledly, “With so many single women, haven’t you thought about solving our bachelors’ family issues?”

“We are solving it, but there’s a problem—”

Yan Yu’an helplessly said, “The women came to Tianmen for money. How many of those bachelor guys can afford a wife? You get the service for free, don’t pay a penny, yet expect a wife to tidy your house and bear children? All good things land on you?”

In short, local folks with money don’t worry about not getting a wife and may not even fancy Fusang girls. As for those without money… they’re here to start businesses, not charities.

It can be solved, but only a small portion can be addressed.

“We can’t resolve it, but the boss here is someone with both capability and ideas.”

Yan Yu’an whispered, “I’m here today to gather intel, to see what kind of person the boss here is, and if there’s any possibility of cooperation.”

Han Bin still didn’t get it: “Why don’t you just reveal your identity directly? Why bother with this undercover approach?”

“How the hell can something like this be made public? It’s not good for others to see, and who knows how it might get twisted if it spreads.”

“And bringing us here solves what for you?”

“I’m afraid if the negotiation breaks down, I won’t be able to get out.”

“Is this some kind of dangerous place that you can’t escape from?”

“Not really, but what if the girls there corner you, are you just going to fight your way out?”

Han Bin went silent.

Wang Yunxiao couldn’t help but ask, “Are you serious, or just joking?”

“Just joking.”

“And the truth?”

“Expense reimbursed.”

Wang Yunxiao nodded, understanding.

What Yan Yu’an said was obviously not for their ears.

Martial artists have keen ears and eyes, and while Liusheng Dojo conducts business here, you can’t say they lack real skills or don’t teach genuine material.

If someone wants to eavesdrop, even through a wall, they can hear you if you’re speaking quietly enough.

Most of what was just said was nonsense, only one line mattered—I’m afraid if the negotiation breaks down, I won’t be able to get out.

Neither Wang Yunxiao nor Han Bin has issues with sympathizing with beauties. The fact that they were called over in such a hurry means there’s a problem Yan Yu’an can’t handle alone.

With a few casual chats, the dance performance ended. To be honest, it was a bit bland. The rustic charm was too strong, and to Wang Yunxiao, it wasn’t quite impressive.

Little Lily danced till she was sweaty, came over and impolitely finished off Wang Yunxiao’s teacup, wiped her mouth, showed an embarrassed look on her face, and then replaced it with a new cup and poured tea for Wang Yunxiao anew.

“I’m not skilled at dancing, sorry to let you see my mediocre skill.”

Wang Yunxiao asked curiously, “So, what are you good at?”

“I’m good at Sword Dao, and dice games, do you like them?”

“Do you practice Sword Dao yourself or spar with others?”

“Both are possible. If you’re interested, I can play with you. I see you’re strong and vigorous, you must be a martial artist too, right? Are you skilled with weapons?”

Perhaps she wasn’t fully awake earlier in the morning; the young woman clearly hadn’t hit her stride. After a warm-up dance and talking about her expertise, she promptly got into the swing of things.

“This may not be appropriate, what if I accidentally hurt you with my strength?”

“Please allow me to change into my attire, and I urge you to go easy on me.”

The girl next to Han Bin made a similar request, but Han Bin opted for playing dice instead. The girl turned around and fetched the gambling tools from a partition.

Professional technicians usually don’t jump straight to the spicy stuff because men, as creatures, spend readily only when their pants are on; after pulling up their pants, they become level-headed.

So professional technicians focus more on providing emotional value, rather than merely satisfying physiological needs.

It started with a simple game.

The rules were simple, three dice to compare sizes. The stakes were equally simple; the loser gets slapped on the palm.

When Little Lily returned in her practice clothes, Han Bin had already won twelve consecutive rounds, reddening the girl’s palm with slaps.

The girl initially let him win, thinking to give the guest some sweet victories. As someone who plays daily, it’s unlikely she’d lose to a guest that easily. Winning or losing isn’t important; once the guest gets hooked, it’s easy to transition to the next phase.

Halfway through, she realized something wasn’t right; she couldn’t win even when serious.

Yan Yu’an was still egging them on from the side, dissuading Han Bin from being too extreme, claiming it’s unfair bullying. He suggested raising the stakes since palm slapping was boring, and instead, make them strip a piece of clothing for each loss.

The girl, getting into the mood, almost agreed, but Han Bin disagreed, saying he just loved slapping palms.

What a pervert.

Little Lily glanced over and said to Wang Yunxiao, “How about we play like that too? If your sword touches me, I lose; but if I touch you…”

Wang Yunxiao pointed to Han Bin beside him, “If I lose, I’ll slap his palm.”

Little Lily’s expression suddenly turned quite complicated.

Are you guys… coming to play with us, or are you making us part of your play?

Wang Yunxiao stood up, twisted his neck, stretched lazily, his joints cracking audibly.

Little Lily’s eyes widened in surprise.

With his height nearing 1.8 meters and a solid build, he looked like a giant in front of the Fusang girls.

“It’s just a game, guest…”

“Yes, just playing a game.”

Wang Yunxiao swung his bamboo sword, which looked like a twig in his hands. Though made of bamboo, mishandling it could definitely hurt someone.

And Little Lily brought a business prop wrapped in cotton.

Wang Yunxiao casually swung it twice, and before he could adjust his strength, the handle snapped with a crack.

Little Lily: “???”