Jason and Mark were both excited after interviewing Camille, because they had dug up plenty of explosive material that might really draw readers in.
Yes, this had not been a simple case of soliciting prostitutes, and those four girls were not prostitutes. This had been an outright conquest by Zhang Kuang. He had conquered the four girls with his personal charm and abilities, and all four had willingly gone home with him.
So this was far more compelling than stories about Rooney starting to visit prostitutes at sixteen, or Cristiano Ronaldo joining his teammates to hire prostitutes after a match.
This was not some crude sex scandal, but a romantic, gentlemanly tale of a male phoenix courting his mate-except there was only one male phoenix and rather a lot of females.
After interviewing Camille, they still had to keep going. After all, the account of just one person involved might not be that credible, but if all four spoke, it would be highly credible.
The interview with Héloïse Martin took place at her dance studio.
Héloïse was much more outgoing than Camille, gesticulating as she spoke, her body language so rich it was like watching her dance. Her blonde hair was cropped short, exposing her ears and neck, and her wheat-colored skin had a healthy sheen under the practice room's lights.
"Zhang?" She laughed as soon as she heard the name. "That man simply isn't human."
"What do you mean? Very vigorous? Lasted a long time?"
"Huh? That's what you took it to mean? Well, that counts too. After all, if he weren't vigorous, he couldn't have handled all four of us. Every one of us was indeed whipped for more than forty minutes. His vigor was like his shooting on the football pitch-powerful, with a very rapid firing rate too."
"Oh, shit. Could you go into detail?"
"..."
After the interview with Héloïse Martin, the third interviewee, Clara Lefèvre, spoke to them in her painting studio.
The studio stood in a little alley in Montmartre, with the dome of the Basilica of the Sacred Heart visible through the window. The room was small but wonderfully lit, and easels, paints, and brushes filled every corner. Many finished and unfinished oil paintings hung on the walls.
Clara wore a linen apron stained with a rainbow of paint, her hair casually tied in a ponytail and her face bare of makeup.
"Were you the first of the four to meet Zhang?" Jason asked.
"No. Camille met him first. I only joined them after she and Zhang had been talking for more than ten minutes..." Clara said as she mixed her paints, never taking her eyes off the canvas.
The more Jason learned, the more stunned he became. He could not imagine a man getting several women to willingly sleep with him at the same time, and those women still savoring it endlessly afterward. It was fucking unbearable.
The more interviews Jason conducted, the more stunned he became, and he could hardly help envying him. What man would not envy this ability of Zhang Kuang's?
The last woman, Manon Romain, was interviewed at a café near the École Normale Supérieure of Paris. She was younger than Jason had imagined-or rather, not younger, but younger-looking than her actual age.
She had long brown hair, large dark eyes, and very fair skin. She spoke very softly, but articulated every word clearly.
"You're the most highly educated of the four," Jason began.
Manon smiled. "Being highly educated doesn't mean anything."
"Then what do you think resonates most between you and Zhang Kuang?"
Jason finished compiling the four interview transcripts overnight, but he did not know how to write the final paragraph of concluding commentary. Praise? Sarcasm? Condemnation? Or envy and jealousy?
After thinking for a long time, he decided to follow his heart: envy and jealousy it was.
The interview content came first, followed by a passage of commentary he wrote:
"When the sex scandal about Chinese Zhang taking on four women in one night broke, we, as professionals at digging up gossip and scandals, immediately drew up an investigative plan.
Yes, we found the four girls involved, and after gaining an in-depth understanding, I was left with feelings I cannot name.
You heard that right: feelings I cannot name. I cannot view this incident in the same light as Rooney soliciting prostitutes and similar cases. I do not consider Zhang Kuang's story with four women as sordid as Rooney hiring prostitutes.
On the contrary, I think he is a very interesting man: handsome, an exceptional conversationalist, brimming with talent, witty and humorous, extraordinarily capable in bed, and outstanding on the football pitch as well.
A young man like this could never do something driven by such base desires and impulses as Rooney did. Chinese Zhang need only reveal a little of his charm to casually take a whole group of beautiful, talented women home for the night, and afterward, those women will still be reluctant to let him go.
Yes, I admit I am a little envious. What man would not want an ability like that?
Of course, as a footballer, such behavior deserves criticism, because many footballers have met their ruin on a woman's belly..."
After finishing his final commentary, Jason carefully checked it over again before uploading the article to his email and sending it to the editor-in-chief of The Sun, arranging for it to run in the next day's paper.
Meanwhile, Zhang Kuang had already returned to Paris and was engaged in a deep and tempestuous exchange of souls with the three Middle Eastern beauties from the France Study-Abroad Squad.
Of course, they too had heard about Zhang Kuang's sex scandal from the match commentators, but so what?
They had already been baptized in the West's free and open currents of thought. If they cared, the three of them would not have been fooling around with Zhang Kuang together.
Lina even told Zhang Kuang, "Zhang, if you like girls with that artistic vibe, you should have said so earlier. We could introduce you to loads of them. How about we throw a party next time and invite some girls over?"
Zhang Kuang said, "Huh? This..."
Matilda laughed. "We have girls from every country, including yours. We all embrace the new ideals of freedom, independence, and openness.
So you don't need to worry about anything. They're all very accepting. Someone in our group was even passing around your phone number today, saying she wanted to challenge you."
Zhang Kuang had thought his behavior had repeatedly crossed certain moral lines, but he had still imagined reality as far too wholesome.
His so-called crossing of moral lines amounted to nothing before the West's free-thinking ideals. But before Zhang Kuang could speak, Aïssa said something that nearly shattered his worldview.
"What? Don't tell me you're embarrassed? This is the West. It's free here, and freedom begins with sexual freedom. As long as everyone is willing, nothing is off-limits.
I've heard that some people in our France Study-Abroad Squad even went to Denmark to try sex with animals. It's legal in Denmark. There are lots of places offering that experience, all with pickup and drop-off included. They even have staff to guide you through it, and some offer filming services so you can keep a video as a souvenir afterward."
"Huh? Is-is that actually true?"
Zhang Kuang was dumbfounded. To be honest, across both his lives, he had never heard that Denmark offered such services, let alone legally.
"Of course it's true. Denmark is the only country in the world that recognizes sex with animals as legal. Lots of people go there to try it every year."
"I... this... ahem, that's pushing the limits of my understanding a little. Forget it. I couldn't try that. If any of you have tried it, tell me. I'll have to end my relationship with her. I can't accept sharing a hole with an animal."
"Pfft, hahaha... None of the three of us would dare go either."
(This isn't something the author made up. Denmark only passed legislation ending the legality of sex with animals in 2015!)