Looking at the prices for the auto show experience, Jun Wangchen was genuinely struck speechless.
WTF, ten thousand yuan an hour? I'd be better off hiring a girl at a bathhouse. Cheaper, better value, and she'd even sleep with me.
Seeing Jun Wangchen's sour expression, the man pointed toward the front row of the auto show, then toward the back. "You're looking at the front-row models. Naturally, they're more expensive. They've got the looks to justify those prices."
"If you really think that's too expensive, try the models in the back row. Their rates are lower, though their looks and figures might leave you a little disappointed."
Hearing this, Jun Wangchen looked up at the models in the back row.
By comparison, the back-row models really couldn't match the front-row models in either looks or figures.
If the front-row models were flowers, the back-row models were half a flower each—and some were wilted, too.
After scanning the back row a few more times, Jun Wangchen's eyes shifted as an idea struck him. "Bro, are there any really pretty models who don't charge much?"
"Of course!"
Jun Wangchen's eyes lit up. "Bro, where can I find those models?"
"In your dreams!"
Jun Wangchen: "..."
Bro, telling the truth like that will get you raped.
Of course, Jun Wangchen also knew his idea was far too naive. There weren't that many bargains in this world.
Rubbing his nose, Jun Wangchen gave an awkward smile. "Bro, exactly how much do the back-row models charge? When I looked just now, I noticed their experience rates weren't listed."
The man paused before explaining, "The front-row models have fixed rates, while the back-row models don't. In other words, there's no set price for the back-row models, but you can negotiate the auto show experience fee with