"No problem, 10%, transferred to the office's bank account. Now, can we relax a bit? Oh, by the way, I've prepared some small gifts for you two." Zhang Yuliang agreed without even hesitating, then took two small envelopes from the pocket of his suit jacket hanging on the nearby coat rack and gave them to Jin Weikang and Beryl Mayne respectively.
"This is the key to a club locker. There are gifts for you two inside. Please remember to ask the waiter to collect them before you leave," Zhang Yuliang said to the two. "It's a popular United States perfume. I heard that Marilyn Monroe, who was all the rage in London, also used this perfume."
"I don't want to hear any more. Even if Mr. Zhang increases the price by ten percent, I will still advise the company to carefully consider future cooperation." Beryl Mayne stood up, first apologizing to Jin Weikang, and then hurriedly left the tea room, taking the envelope with her.
"Even anger couldn't resist the allure of perfume." After the woman left, Jin Weikang opened his envelope. Inside was a key. Holding the key, he asked, "Is there really a bottle of perfume in here?"
"The head office raised the price by 25%, but Mr. Jin helped me negotiate it down to 10%, with 5% being a thank-you gift," Zhang Yuliang said with a smile. "I'm sorry to disappoint Miss Mayne, but I have an appointment, Mr. Jin. My three brothers are very busy, and I have to manage their business. Please enjoy your tea. I'll invite you to go fishing at sea in a couple of days."
"Okay, you're the best partner. Your brother isn't as decisive as you. He dragged out the price increase for half a month, and you're the one who has to make the final decision." Jin Weikang said, shaking hands with Zhang Yuliang.
Zhang Yuliang smiled and said, "I respect my brother very much. He thinks about many things, unlike me, who can only think about making more money first."
Emerging from the tea room, Zhang Yuliang didn't go downstairs. Instead, he went up to the fifth floor, which was only accessible to core club members. There was a private room there. He took out a key from his suit jacket, opened the door, and entered the living room, which was almost entirely constructed of Borshinno marble. He took off his suit jacket and hung it on a hanger, loosened his tie, glanced at his watch, took a beer from the refrigerator, took a sip, and then leisurely opened the bedroom door. Behind the door, on a unique rack, he took down a leather whip.
Beryl Mayne, who should have left the club in a huff out of anger, was kneeling naked on the cold bedroom floor. Above her on the ceiling was a partial replica of a famous Western mural, "The Torment of the Second-Generation Titans."
"Crack!" Zhang Yuliang's leather whip lashed hard across the woman's fair and voluptuous body, causing her to groan in pain. Zhang Yuliang continued to whip her, but did not even glance at her. Instead, he looked up at the unique mural on the bedroom ceiling. The smile and gentleness on his face had vanished, leaving only coldness, icy eyes, and ambition.
Meanwhile, Prometheus and his two brothers, Astra Epimetheus, endured various tortures while their eyes filled with sorrow and despair as they looked back at the man standing in the center of the bedroom, whipping the woman.
Chapter 104 My Family Has a Past Connection
The woman had already experienced the pleasure derived from being humiliated and whipped; now, nestled in bed, she savored the sensations her body had just felt.
Zhang Yuliang, shirtless, stood in front of the bedroom's French windows, drew back the heavy curtains, and stood quietly facing the distant raging sea. His lean and muscular body, viewed from behind, resembled a sculpture that perfectly combined strength and beauty.
SM is a lifestyle that Zhang Yuliang learned while studying at Indiana University in Bloomington, United States. In fact, he had no interest in watching women crawling at his feet and screaming. It was during an interest course that he heard Professor Alfred Kinsey, a sexologist at Indiana University, give some basic analysis of the SM sexual sadomasochism popular in the Western world, especially in the UK and the US.
Compared to his classmates who blindly tried to meet men after listening to the professor's lectures, Zhang Yuliang chose to carefully analyze why SM exists and why many Britain women were whipped or even humiliated yet still indulged in it, starting his study of human nature from this perspective.
Beryl Mayne, who was already extremely satisfied, Jin Weikang's Britain wife, and the wives and daughters of several Western pharmaceutical companies' representatives in Hong Kong, were all female slaves kneeling before him.
For these women, Zhang Yuliang might have been a male friend who allowed them to set aside their dignity and break free from their constraints. However, for Zhang Yuliang, this abnormal master-slave relationship, unlike ordinary extramarital affairs, was something he could exploit. As the relationship continued, the women would undergo psychological changes. Even if they encountered him in normal life, they would unconsciously develop a master-slave dependence, willingly doing anything for him in exchange for more humiliation or pitiful rewards from him.
The longer these women date, the more they internalize their insignificance in his presence. Even without any "training," sex, or physical contact, simply being able to lie beside him is a pleasure.
That's why he studied SM. He doesn't pursue that kind of desire; he just uses this method to get what he really needs. For example, he now needs Jin Weikang Smith & Nephew and sent back to London. Beryl Mayne can do that easily.
"Come here, Mrs Mayne." Thinking this, Zhang Yuliang spoke up.
Beryl Mayne, as if hearing the starting gun, rolled off the bed, crawled on all fours, and went to Zhang Yuliang's feet, affectionately rubbing her head against Zhang Yuliang's calf.
"Good Dog." Zhang Yuliang stroked the other person's hair a few times as if petting a cat or dog. "Have Smith & Nephew send a new office manager. He privately increased the price by 10%, and then took an extra 5% kickback from me. We need to let Jin Weikang know that his greedy 15% profit-sucking will burst his belly."
"Yes, Master, I'm willing to do anything for you." The woman, who was trembling with excitement after being casually patted on the head by Zhang Yuliang, hurriedly raised her head and agreed.