Caroline didn't have any dreams, because she only wanted one thing, and that was to make a lot of money.
Strictly speaking, becoming a rich person should be considered one of the dreams, but in this world, there is probably no one who does not want to become a rich person himself. So in this way, wanting to make money does not seem to be a dream worth showing off.
Her life is so simple that it is frighteningly common in this country where the conflict between poverty and wealth is sharp.
When she was three years old, her father was unfortunately hit by a stray bullet in an armed conflict and died unfortunately.
Later, she heard from her mother that the rescue of her father failed when she was sent to the hospital... But when Caroline grew up, she became seriously suspicious.
She hardly had any impression of the man who gave him his life. It was only in the process of getting along with her mother later that she knew a little bit about this man through her mother's occasional memories.
He has been running around for money all his life, greedy for the early and dark, and finally lost his life because of lack of money. Caroline felt that in this world, only money can give her enough sense of security.
Later, when she was five years old, her mother remarried to an old man in his forties.
This old man was naturally poor when he was young, otherwise he would not have saved enough money to take his wife until he was in his forties, and he was just a widow with young children like Caroline's mother. As for the young girl Thinking about it, the old man who later became her stepfather could only sigh in awe.
Or because there is no money.
Of course, she felt that this old man was really good to her mother.
The stepfather runs a motorcycle repair shop by himself. It is not big, and the business is not good, but it is enough to maintain the family's livelihood. It's just that Caroline hates this kind of life very much.
She couldn't bear the stench of the engine oil, and she couldn't bear the feeling of the old man touching her head with the oil-stained palms. Those hands looked as horrible as if they had been soaked in a stinky ditch for three days and three nights. .
She envied those girls who could wear beautiful clothes and sit in the middle of the car.
Every time when Caroline sees a child about her own age lying on the car window and looking at her through the glass in the car on the road, she will deliberately put her hands on her back, and at the same time try her best to Hiding one foot behind the other in a shoe with a hole in it.
She didn't want others to see her dark palms and the black edges inside her nails that couldn't be cleaned no matter how she washed them, and she didn't want others to see her wearing shoes that exposed her toes.
She looked at the child in a good car and walked away (even though she later learned that such a car was actually very low-end), and looked at the buildings in front of them and the shanty where she lived were buildings of two worlds. But the distance between the two is ridiculously only one street apart.
Yes, just a street. Not the street and the end of the street, but just this side and that side of the road.
Caroline wishes she could become rich.
Later, the mother gave birth to a child with the stepfather, which naturally added a huge amount of expenses to the family.
Because of the addition of a younger brother, the originally narrow room became even narrower. Caroline couldn't bear the sound of her new brother crying in the middle of the night, so she could only move to sleep in the dirty maintenance of the front hall of her house.
Caroline hopes that she can become rich and at least have her own room.
When she was fourteen, Caroline met a man. This man came to his stepfather's maintenance department to repair the car. I heard that this guy is a pimp. Having been in this place since she was a child, Caroline naturally doesn't know what kind of profession a pimp is.
The man said he could give her a chance to make a lot of money.
Without any hesitation, Caroline agreed to this man. She remembered that the first business order she took was on the night of her fourteenth birthday, because her family was too tired from work, and her family went to bed early, apparently forgetting that it was her birthday early.
Caroline didn't think it was a sad thing to sell her first time on her fourteenth birthday, because the man told her that the first time often sold for a high price.
She didn't think it was such a lowly thing to sell her body, just like his stepfather, he made money by working. It's just that what the stepfather betrayed was his own hands, and she was the body.
The first time, Caroline slept with an older man who was almost as old as her stepfather. The old man was obviously very obsessed with her body, even after enjoying Caroline's first time, he kept in touch with Caroline.
Caroline started to get to know more clients through the original pimp, and also began to communicate with other sex workers, learning more skills because she knew that if the technology was good enough, her charges could be increased every time. few.
She began to know more pimps, and her source of customers gradually increased. At sixteen, Caroline had already started to work alone. Without the broker's money-making referral fee, Caroline felt that she could really earn more money.
By the way, sixteen years old was also the day she left home.
There is no reason, it's just because my family members know about my work, and there is a lot of trouble.
Oh, yes, on the night of her sixteenth birthday, two years after the first time she sold her body on her fourteenth birthday.
Originally, she planned to tell her mother that night that she already had the money to buy a decent two-story house, and the family could move there.
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"Mr. Neymar's party?"
Caroline is doing makeup in the living room. Because of the hot weather, she is only wearing a pair of underwear. The air conditioner here is a second-hand one that consumes a lot of electricity, and the electricity bill is relatively expensive.
The one who was talking to her was another woman with the same occupation as her, who was only wearing underwear. Her name was Livia, and she was older than Caroline, in her twenties and thirties. At this time, Livia had already put on heavy makeup and was about to put on stockings.
Before that, Livia had just answered a phone call and now, she was telling Caroline about the content of the call.
Livia said: "That's right, they said they needed two more women, and asked me if I could go."
"How to charge?" Caroline frowned.
There are several kinds of so-called parties. Some are purely used as a warm-up, such parties generally do not have any direct transactions, just invite women to play. Of course, people like Caroline can also discuss business with party guests in private, but this can only See luck. There is also a private room, which is equivalent to collective whoring/prostitution.
"Purchase the venue, take the tip yourself." Livia said happily.
Caroline thought for a while, and felt that it was indeed a good job. Mr. Neymar is naturally nothing in more than seven or eight slums in Rio, but if he is only here, then he is the emperor of this place.
In this era when there are many gangs, gangs control the slums, and the police are not allowed to enter, Neymar is naturally the master of the place where Caroline is.
For the parties he held, the guests he invited were naturally rich guys, and they were generous. Maybe just the tip was much higher than the salary of this job. She couldn't even think of any reason for her to refuse.
As for Neymar being a dangerous guy, a dangerous person in the eyes of the Rio police... What does this have to do with Caroline
At least those uniformed policemen failed to bring order to the place, but Neymar did.
This country can give protection to the residents of this place, and Neymar has also done it. He even paid for medicine, even paid for the care of homeless orphans, and advanced medical expenses for those who were seriously injured.
"Then hurry up! I replied." Livia said immediately.
Caroline, who was biting her eyebrow pencil, made an ok gesture, stood up, began to put on the black bra she took back from the balcony, and then began to spray perfume on her hair and neck.
"Get in the car!"
Not long after, at Livia's urging, Caroline hurriedly put on her high heels, got into the car driven by the introducer, and rushed towards Neymar's home.
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Neymar's home is on a high slope in the local area, but he is still surrounded by the kind of simple and low houses. Although Neymar's current wealth, it is obviously not a problem to move to the rich area next door, and it is even possible. Buy a villa that makes the wife sigh, but obviously for Neymar, this is the safest place.
In the white villa, there is a fairly large swimming pool. When Caroline and Livia followed the introducer and came in after being inspected by the bodyguards in front of the door, many people had already gathered around the swimming pool.
Caroline saw some acquaintances here. Of course, the so-called acquaintances were all her colleagues.
She counted a little, and counting herself, there were thirteen women in total. Perhaps, there is something else in the villa that is driving the man crazy right now
Caroline picked up a man with fairly good ability last night, and worked until two or three o'clock in the morning. After waking up during the day, it was already afternoon, and she had dinner before she could catch up. She took over the current business and rushed all the way. It was already five or six o'clock in the afternoon, and I was already hungry.
Livia's situation was similar to hers. The two simply didn't look for their prey right away, and were going to eat something first. There were a lot of exquisite food beside the swimming pool.
Obviously, in Caroline's opinion, the food alone is enough to pay for this job.
"That guy..." Livia, who was starting with a plate of cold food, suddenly stopped the fork in her hand, slightly surprised.
Caroline looked at her and found that what Livia was paying attention to was a bald man with a bushy beard. She couldn't help asking curiously: "Your guest?"
"If I can do his business, I guess I don't need to rent your house." Livia gave her friend and landlord a blank look without curiosity.
"Then who is he?"
Livia said: "His name is Joseph, and he is the confidant of the boss of the next-door Poly slum. I heard that he used to fight black fists and killed many people. One punch can even kill a bull! The last time I went to the next-door Poly area When I was working, I saw it at a party. The owner of that party was very respectful to him at the time! Strange, why did this guy come to Neymar’s boss’ party? Could it be that the two bosses have some kind of cooperation?”
Caroline didn't care about the connection between these big shots, she just stared at Livia, and the other party felt guilty for a while, "What's the matter? Looking at me like this?"
Caroline smiled and said: "Livia, when did you take over the party job next door? Why didn't I know?"
"It's not my fault!" Livia screamed exaggeratedly: "Your aunt that day! You said you couldn't start work, and you had to go shopping by yourself, so I went there by myself! I'm still talking about you! I came back that day You haven't come back yet, you're so mysterious, maybe you took the job secretly, didn't you bring me? The aunt is fake too, right?"
"Damn! Don't you know my time!" Caroline snorted a few times, but didn't continue to ask about Livia.
The two women suddenly started to fight, and then they accidentally fell into the pool, splashing a lot of water, and the men next to the pool whistled and walked towards the two.
The two people who had just emerged from the water obviously did not expect such a move to attract several men. They looked at the man by the pool who was reaching out to pull them, and looked at their fiery eyes, and they knew that work was coming.
"Don't rob me, the two on the left are mine tonight, watch me squeeze them dry!" Livia smiled ripplingly.
Caroline shrugged, obviously not having any objection to this. The conditions of the men in this party are very good.
Caroline isn't what she used to be, she's more quality oriented now. So she showed a charming smile, and put her hand on the palm of a dark-skinned but strong young man in front of her.
Hmm, pretty handsome.
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When the pool was splashed and there was movement, the strong man Joseph, who was noticed by Livia, frowned and looked out the window.
From the moment he came in, he didn't stop, and led by Neymar's boss all the way to the study on the upper floor of the villa.
"It's just for the ladies below to play, don't worry."
Behind Joseph, there was an elderly man, but his body was considered strong, but the man with a gray chin and beard smiled at this moment. He was the leader of the gang in this place, Neymar.
"Which one do you fancy? I'll let someone bring it to you later." Neymar smiled and said very hospitablely: "Believe me, my friend, all of these girls today can satisfy you !"
"For fun, let's talk about the serious things after talking about it." Joseph responded briefly, then turned around and stared at the third person in Neymar's study.
In this study, there are only three people at the moment.
It's just a man with an oriental face, who looks less than thirty years old. Orientals are generally short in stature, and this man is not out of this category. In terms of height, he can only be as tall as Joseph's chest.
But Joseph obviously did not underestimate any actions of the other party at this time, because he knew the origin of this man, and it was also his main purpose of coming to Neymar's site this time.
"You are Mr. Song?" Joseph asked seriously.
The man smiled slightly, stood up, and said politely: "Hello, my lord Song Haoran, nice to meet you, Mr. Joseph."
Joseph nodded, stretched out his hand, and said, "I'm also glad to meet you... the staff officer of 'Iris'."