Chapter 69: The Competition Is Too Fierce

The girl began to dance. The five slave girls were terrified, but now all of them belonged to Yang Fan; they dared not resist.
"Look at how she dances. Are you dancing properly?"
He pointed to one of the maids and said, "Which number is that? Go and hit her for me!"
The girl shook her head. Yang Fan stepped forward and slapped the slave girl across the face.
"Hit them just like this, understand?"
The girls nodded in fear, though in truth, they didn't dare to strike anyone.
"Get up and learn properly!"
"Yes, master," the slave girl replied, trembling.
Someone entered the area, and, at first, they thought Yang Fan was beating the maids—damaging the merchandise.
But coming closer, they saw it was a slave girl. That was nothing unusual; these five slave girls had already been given to Yang Fan. Their lives and deaths were his to command.
"I'm having the maids teach them how to dance. At night, in bed, it's a kind of delight as well!"
"You have such refined taste, little brother!"
"Learn well!" Yang Fan glared at them and added, "If you don't, there'll be no dinner for you tonight!"
"Not you," he said to the maids, "Teach them well, and I'll reward you with a feast tonight! But if they make mistakes, just hit them as I did earlier!"
These words were for the five maids.
"These five maids are truly excellent. Sister Ying, tell me honestly, how much would it cost to buy them? Seventy or eighty million would be fine."
Yang Fan stood there, chatting casually with Sister Ying.
"Little brother, they're going up for auction!"
"Come on, with our relationship, you can give your brother a hint!"
...
The five girls were stunned. Was there really someone willing to spend seventy or eighty million to buy them?
Especially the way this man smiled at them...
"Little brother, come with me over there for a bit."
"Alright!" Yang Fan replied cheerfully.
"We should have gotten closer long ago," he said, pulling Sister Ying into his arms with a squeeze.
"Oh, you're so impatient!"
"A man can't help but be moved by a beauty!"

Arm in arm, they walked off together...
Just then, another man entered. Seeing Yang Fan and Sister Ying so close, his expression changed.
"President Yang, Sister Ying!"
"Leopard, you've come to see my little brother too?"
"Leopard, it's our second meeting—we're getting familiar now!"
...
Sister Ying suddenly sensed a crisis. This was blatant snatching...
But she had her own trump card—her body. Leopard, you're not a woman, so what do you have?
"President Yang, I hear you have your eye on those five maids?"
"That's right. Seventy million is nothing to me, but you insist on an auction!" Yang Fan sighed, instigating conflict and content to watch from the sidelines.
Auction? Could they even fetch such a high price there?
So when Yang Fan named that price, he knew exactly what he was doing.
Sister Ying was startled—he really was boldly snatching them! She'd planned to hold out and squeeze Yang Fan for a hefty sum.
If he was willing to offer seventy or eighty million, what was a few million more?
That was why she wanted to get close to him.
"President Yang, we have five sale slots. If you truly want them, I'll give you all five—fifty million for the lot."
"Leopard, that's not fair. I already agreed with President Yang on thirty million. Your price is too high!"
"Twenty million!" Leopard was going all in, fishing for the big catch.
"Fifteen million!" Sister Ying had the same idea. If Yang Fan was taken by Leopard, she'd lose everything.
"Ten million!" Leopard snapped.
"Ei—"
Yang Fan pressed down on Sister Ying's arm, saying, "Alright, deal! Deduct it directly from my deposit here!"
"Good!" Leopard replied excitedly as he left.
"Little brother, don't you love your sister anymore?" Sister Ying pouted.
"How could I not love you, sister? Didn't I just stop you? My money is your money. Give him ten million, and I'll give you twenty million for five more. Won't you profit?"
Sister Ying was frustrated. What should have been a seventy or eighty million deal had been beaten down by Leopard to a mere fraction.
"Alright, I know you love your sister best. I'll go handle the paperwork now and bring in the maids for you to choose five."

"Good!"
No one was hiding anything now. The second auction was both sale and auction—whoever could sell more would win.
Yang Fan sneered, covertly signaling to Ajou and the others by phone. If those two went to sell, he'd buy them all.
"There are so many twists and turns to this redemption!"
He stood up and walked over, pointing at the five slave girls. "You’re wrong again. Is that how she danced?"
Leopard soon returned with five tags, affixing them to the five maids.
Only now did he realize he’d suffered a loss. Since Sister Ying was handling the paperwork, her two million from the sale was secure, and his effort to please Yang Fan was in vain.
He wore a sullen look, but Yang Fan chuckled and whispered, "She was just here, you came in at the wrong moment. Don’t worry, good things will come your way. For instance, you can sell me slave girls—probably no one else in your system is doing that yet!"
"President Yang, there are restrictions on these slave girls. They're hard to get out. Only a few under me..."
"Don't be foolish. How about in a few days we talk privately? I’ll make sure you get your money back. From now on, we're brothers—what’s seven or eight million to me?"
Leopard was visibly excited. He’d finally hooked the big fish!
He stuck the tags on the five girls, who bowed to Yang Fan. From then on, they were his maids.
"Brother Yang, wait here. I'll send you five slave girls right away!"
Yang Fan simply smiled. The more, the better. Whatever he spent on the maids, the slave girls could earn back—self-sufficiency at its finest.
"What are you staring at? Learn properly from them!"
He barked at the five slave girls, then walked toward the door with a smile.
At the entrance, Sister Ying led in fifteen maids for Yang Fan to choose from.
Yang Fan carelessly picked five. The five maids were tagged and bowed to him as well.
"Alright, little brother, I'll take them out for you now."
"Good!"
Sister Ying’s face darkened. She’d brought in more, hoping he’d spend more, but he let her leave so easily.
Each maid’s price was one and a half million, and any extra fetched would go into their pockets. At a rate of twenty million for five, that was four million each—a price never seen before in the sale process.
She was hoping Yang Fan would call her back after a few steps, but he didn’t even glance her way. At the door, he saw Leopard, eager to please, bringing all five of his subordinates to Yang Fan.
The competition was fierce indeed!
Sister Ying decided she would have to talk to Yang Fan again that evening.