Chapter 461 422: Custom Made
At that moment, the manager walked over. Looking at the waiter, he said, "How can you treat customers this way?"
The young waiter sized Zhao Rong and his assistant up and down with disdain. "These two poor slobs are just putting on a front to spend money at our Red Romance Bath Center. They're just trying to show off…"
Hearing this, the manager took another look at Zhao Rong and his assistant before turning back to the waiter. "You can't judge a book by its cover," he advised. "You must never judge a person's wealth by their clothes. Therefore, you must treat every customer who comes to our bath center with respect and serve them well."
The waiter replied with a terrible attitude, "I only serve the wealthy and those who hold a VIP gold card for the Red Romance Bath Center. As for laborers like these two, they should just get lost."
Looking at the arrogant young man, Zhao Rong stepped forward and said bluntly, "Young man, how do you know that we don't have a VIP gold card for your bath center?"
The waiter scoffed, "The people who have our gold cards are either rich or powerful—they're all celebrities in Xijing City. You two are obviously just laborers. How could you possibly have a membership card for this place?"
Zhao Rong's eyes widened as he pressed the waiter. "And what if I do have a VIP card for the Red Romance Bath Center? What then?"
The young waiter laughed scornfully. "You two paupers? Have our VIP gold card? That's the funniest joke I've ever heard. I'll tell you what. If you actually have a VIP gold card, I'll get down on the ground right now, eat your socks, and lick your stinking shoes clean!"
Before the waiter could even finish his sentence, Zhao Rong whipped out the VIP gold card for the Red Romance Bath Center and held it right in front of his face. "Waiter, take a look at this card in my hand. Is this or is this not the VIP gold card for the Red Romance Bath Center?"
The waiter froze when he saw the shimmering gold card in Zhao Rong's hand. He stumbled forward and stammered in disbelief, "You... you're just a laborer! How could you really have a VIP gold card for our bath center?"
Zhao Rong slapped the card against the waiter's cheek and pointed at his nose. "Open your damn eyes and take a good look! Is this card not the VIP gold card for the Red Romance Bath Center?"
The waiter bent down to pick up the card, still shaking his head in disbelief. "I'm going to use our center's membership card authenticity detector to verify this thing. We'll see if it's real or fake!"
When the assistant heard that the waiter was going to test the card, he leaned in and whispered anxiously to Zhao Rong, "Brother Zhao Rong, can our VIP card really pass that kind of test?"
Zhao Rong turned and patted his terrified assistant's shoulder reassuringly. "Relax. Have faith in the black technology of the items from the Paradise Shopping Cart."
The young waiter clutched the gold card and started walking toward the authenticity detector. As he walked, he said to the manager beside him, "Manager, I guarantee you, this poor kid's VIP card has to be fake."
The manager looked skeptical. "In my years of experience, it's often the ones who look the most unassuming who are the biggest spenders. I think you might have bitten off more than you can chew with these two today."
As the waiter slid the VIP card into the authenticity detector, he thought, It has to be fake. There's no way it's real...
However, before he could even finish the thought, the detector spoke in a clear voice, "This card is genuine. No doubt."
When the young waiter heard that Zhao Rong's VIP gold card had been verified as real, he was so terrified that he collapsed onto the floor.
The manager stepped forward and helped the young waiter back to his feet. Supporting the trembling man, he walked him over to Zhao Rong and his assistant. "Young man, I told you it's often the unassuming ones who are the big spenders. You didn't believe me then. Do you believe me now?"
As soon as the waiter was in front of Zhao Rong, he slapped himself hard across the face. "I was blind and failed to recognize a great man! I mistook a true tycoon for a mere laborer..."
Before the waiter could finish, Zhao Rong pointed to the stinky socks on the floor. "Waiter," he said coolly, "what was it you were saying earlier?"
The assistant stepped in, berating the waiter. "Hey, didn't you say that if the VIP gold card held by us two 'laborers' turned out to be real, you would eat our stinky socks off the floor and lick our shoes clean? Well, the detector has confirmed our card is genuine. Isn't it time you fulfilled your promise?"
Hearing this, the waiter burst into tears and squatted down. He picked up Zhao Rong's sock, stuffed it into his mouth, and mumbled as he chewed, "It's all my own fault. I judged people by their appearance and looked down on workers and the poor. Now, I'm getting what I deserve..." With that, he managed to swallow Zhao Rong's sock.
After eating Zhao Rong's sock, the waiter felt he could still bear it. However, when he picked up the assistant's stinky sock, the stench hit him so hard he couldn't even open his eyes.
"Holy hell!" he choked out painfully. "This sock smells worse than hydrogen sulfide gas! I'm choking, I can't open my eyes, and my stomach is churning…"
Overwhelmed by the stench, the waiter fell to the ground and threw up violently.
When Zhao Rong saw how potent his assistant's socks were, he laughed. "Assistant, we're always complaining about your smelly feet, but today, they've finally come in handy!"
The assistant smiled modestly. "Brother Zhao Rong, please don't make fun of me. My feet have everything: athlete's foot, fungal infections, corns… It's a mix of all kinds of foot problems, which is why they stink so much."
When the waiter heard that the assistant's feet had not only athlete's foot but also corns and fungal infections, he immediately spat out the piece of sock he was chewing. With a terrified expression, he pleaded, "Sirs, I was wrong! Please, spare me! I really can't eat your assistant's stinky sock…"
Before the waiter could finish, the assistant grabbed him by the collar, slapped him twice across the face, and shoved the stinky sock back into his mouth. "This is for being a spineless fence-sitter! For looking down on us poor people! For mocking us laborers! This is the price you pay for judging people by their clothes!"
After the waiter swallowed the assistant's stinky sock, he collapsed to the floor, where he began to convulse as the whites of his eyes rolled up.
Seeing that the waiter had been knocked unconscious by the toxic fumes from the sock, the manager standing nearby quickly pulled out his phone and called for an ambulance.
After the waiter was carried away, the manager personally came over and greeted Zhao Rong and his assistant with the utmost courtesy. "Gentlemen, since you are holders of our Red Romance Bath Center's VIP gold cards, please follow me to your private, customized suite where you can enjoy your personalized services."
With that, the manager led Zhao Rong and the assistant through a small door into a hidden, exclusive area. As soon as they entered the private space, they were dazzled by the sight of various beautiful women.
The assistant stared at a woman in a sailor uniform, drooling. "Wow, that beauty in the sailor suit… she reminds me of the heroines in certain movies."
Meanwhile, Zhao Rong's eyes landed on a woman dressed in a flight attendant's uniform, pulling a small suitcase. He couldn't help but think of a certain famous actress from the Island Country. Swallowing hard, Zhao Rong let his imagination run wild with scenes from Japanese films. Holy crap, this really is a private, customized service. It's on another level...
Just then, the assistant spotted a beautiful woman in a maid outfit walking by. He immediately went up to her. "Hello, beautiful. That maid outfit not only fits you perfectly but looks stunning on you. It really shows off your figure!"
However, the woman seemed not to understand, and she replied in perfect Japanese. Hearing the language of the Island Country, the assistant's heart fluttered. He pointed at her and called out to the manager, who was standing nearby, "Later, have that beauty come over to me..."
The manager nodded eagerly, taking out a notepad and pen. "No problem! Number 23, I've got it down."
Suddenly, Zhao Rong saw a woman who looked exactly like the famous Jize Akiho walk past. He immediately pointed at her and asked the manager, "Manager, what's that beauty's name?"
The manager shot Zhao Rong a thumbs-up. "Sir, you have excellent taste! That is Jize Akiho. We flew her in specially from the Island Country as a special guest performer for the Red Romance Bath Center's 20th-anniversary celebration."
Overjoyed, Zhao Rong told the manager, "In that case, have her come over to me later."
The manager nodded. "No problem. I'll have the beauty from the Island Country come to you shortly."
Just as Zhao Rong and the assistant were grinning from ear to ear, the manager pointed to a nearby room. "Gentlemen, please go wait in those rooms. In a moment, the people you have chosen will come to you..."
Hearing this, Zhao Rong and the assistant exchanged a smile, their hearts bursting with joy as they walked toward the rooms...