Caroline didn't have any dreams because she only wanted one thing, and that was to make a lot of money.
Strictly speaking, becoming rich should be one of her dreams. But in this world, there was probably no one who didn't want to be rich. So in this way, wanting to make money didn't seem to be a dream worth bragging about.
Her life was so simple that it was very common in this country where the conflict between poverty and wealth was sharp.
When she was three years old, her father was unfortunately hit by a stray bullet in an armed conflict and died.
Later, she heard from her mother that her father was sent to the hospital but failed to be resuscitated. But after Caroline grew up, she seriously doubted that it was because the family couldn't afford it.
She had almost no impression of the man who gave her life. Only when she got along with her mother later and through her mother's occasional memories did she know a little about this man.
He had been running around for money all his life, and in the end, he lost his life because he didn't have money. Caroline felt that in this world, only money could give her a 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 wouldn't have waited until he was in his forties to save enough money to take a wife. Moreover, he was just a widow with a young child like Caroline's mother. As for young girls, the old man who later became her stepfather could only look at them and sigh.
It was still because he didn't have money.
Of course, she felt that this old man was really good to her mother.
Her stepfather ran a motorcycle repair shop. It wasn't big, and the business wasn't good, but it was enough to maintain the family's livelihood. It was just that Caroline hated this kind of life.
She couldn't bear the stench of the engine oil. She couldn't bear the feeling when the old man touched her head with his hands stained with engine oil. His hands looked as horrible as if they had been soaked in a stinking ditch for three days and three nights.
She envied those girls who could wear beautiful clothes and sit in cars.
Every time Caroline saw a child about her age in a car on the road, leaning against the car window and looking at her through the glass, she would deliberately put her hands behind her back. At the same time, she tried to hide one foot with a hole in her shoe behind the other foot.
She didn't want others to see her dark palms and the black edges under her nails that couldn't be washed clean. She was even more unwilling to let others see that she was wearing shoes that exposed her toes.
She watched the child go away in a very nice car (though she later learned that such cars were really very low-grade), and looked at the buildings in front of her, which were worlds apart from the shantytown in which she lived, but which were laughably separated by only a street.
Yes, it was just a street. Not the end of the street, but only one side of the road and the other.
Caroline wanted to be rich.
In the end, her mother still gave birth to a child with her stepfather. To the family, this was naturally a huge expense.
Because of the addition of a younger brother, the originally narrow room became even narrower. Caroline couldn't stand the sound of her new brother crying in the middle of the night. She could only move to the dirty maintenance room to sleep in the front hall of her house.
Caroline hoped that she could become rich and at least have her own room.
When she was fourteen, Caroline met a man. This man came to her stepfather's maintenance department to repair his car. She heard that this guy was a pimp. Having been in this place since she was a child, Caroline naturally knew what kind of profession a cart driver was.
This man said that he could give her a chance to make a lot of money.
Almost without any hesitation, Caroline agreed to the man. She remembered that the first business she took was on the night of her fourteenth birthday. Because she was too tired from work, her family went to bed early and obviously forgot that it was her birthday.
Caroline didn't feel that selling her first time on her fourteenth birthday was a sad thing because the man told her that the first time could often sell for a high price.
She didn't feel that selling her body was a cheap thing. Just like her stepfather, he also worked to make money. It was just that her stepfather sold his hands, and she sold her body.
For the first time, Caroline slept with an old man who was almost the same age as her stepfather. The old man was obviously infatuated with her body. Even after enjoying Caroline's first time, he kept in touch with her.
Caroline began to meet more customers through the first pimp. She also began to communicate with other sex workers and learn more skills. She knew that if her skills were good enough, she could charge a lot more each time.
She began to meet more pimps, and her source of customers gradually increased. At the age of sixteen, Caroline had started to work alone. Without the agent's referral fee, Caroline felt that she could really make more money.
By the way, sixteen was also the day she left home.
There was no reason. It was just that her family knew about her work and made a big fuss.
Oh, yes, it was the night of her sixteenth birthday. Two years after she sold her body for the first time 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 building for their family to move in.
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"Mr. Neymar's party?"
Caroline was putting on makeup in the living room. Because of the hot weather, she only wore a pair of underwear. There was an air conditioner here, but it was a second-hand product that consumed a lot of electricity. The electricity bill was also relatively expensive.
The person talking to her was another woman who was in the same profession as her. She was only wearing underwear. Her name was Livia. She was older than Caroline, in her twenties or thirties. At this time, Livia was already wearing heavy makeup and was about to put on her stockings.
Before this, Livia had just received a phone call. Now, she was telling Caroline about the phone call.
Livia said, "Yes, they said they need two more women and asked me if I want to go."
"How much do they charge?" Caroline frowned.
There were several kinds of parties. Some were purely for warming up the scene. Such parties generally didn't have any direct transactions, and they were just inviting women over to have fun. Of course, like Caroline, she could also discuss business with the party guests in private, but this could only depend on luck. Another kind was to book the place, which was equivalent to a group whore.
"Book the place and take the tip yourself." Livia said happily.
Caroline thought about it for a while and felt that it was indeed a good job. Mr. Neymar was naturally nothing in the seven or eight slums in Rio. However, if it was only here, then he was the emperor of this place.
In this era where gangs were everywhere, gangs controlled the slums, and the police were not allowed to enter. Neymar was naturally the master of the place where Caroline was.
The guests invited to the party he held were naturally rich guys who were generous. Maybe the tip alone was much higher than the reward for the job. She could not even think of any reason for her to refuse.
As for Neymar being a dangerous guy in the eyes of the Rio police … What did this have to do with Caroline?
At least the uniformed police could not bring order to this place, but Neymar did.
The country could provide protection to the residents of this place, and Neymar also did it. He even paid for the purchase of medicine, and even took care of homeless orphans. He also paid for the medical expenses of those who were seriously injured.
"Then hurry up! I've replied, "Livia said.
Caroline, who was biting the eyebrow pencil, made an OK gesture. She stood up and began to put on the black bra she had collected from the balcony. Then she began to spray perfume on her hair and neck.
"Get in the car!"
Soon after, under the urging of Livia, Caroline hurriedly put on her high heels, got in the car driven by the introducer, and rushed to Neymar's home.
…
Neymar's home was on a high slope, but he was still surrounded by simple, low houses. With Neymar's current wealth, it was obviously not a problem for him to move to the next rich area, and he could even buy a villa that even his wife could not help but sigh. But for Neymar, this was obviously the safest place for him.
In the white villa, there was a large swimming pool. When Caroline and Livia followed the introducer and entered after the bodyguard in front of the door checked, a lot of people had gathered around the pool.
Caroline saw some acquaintances here. Of course, the so-called acquaintances were her peers.
She counted a little. Including herself, there were a total of thirteen women. Perhaps, there was something else in the villa that made men crazy at this moment?
Caroline picked up a man who was quite capable last night and was busy until two or three o 'clock in the morning. When she woke up in the morning, it was already afternoon. She didn't have time to eat, so she picked up the current business and rushed all the way. It was already five or six o' clock in the afternoon, and she was already hungry.
Livia's situation was similar to hers. The two simply didn't look for their prey immediately. They prepared to eat something first. There was a lot of exquisite food next to the pool.
Obviously, in Caroline's opinion, these food alone was enough to pay for this job.
"That guy …" Livia, who was holding a plate of cold food, suddenly stopped eating and was slightly surprised.
Caroline looked at her gaze and found that Livia was paying attention to a bald man with a thick beard. She couldn't help but ask curiously, "Your guest?"
"If I can do business with him, I guess I don't have to rent your house." Livia rolled her eyes at her friend and landlord without curiosity.
"Then who is he?"
Livia said, "His name is Joseph. He is the confidant of the boss of the Poly slum next door. I heard that he used to fight in the underworld and killed a lot of people. He can even kill a bull with one punch! I saw him at a party the last time I worked in the Poly slum next door. The host of the party was very respectful to him at that time! Strange, why did this guy come to Boss Neymar's 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, which made her feel guilty. "What's wrong? Why are you looking at me like this? "
Caroline said with a smile, "Livia, when did you pick up the job of the party next door? Why didn't I know? "
"You can't blame me!" Livia suddenly screamed exaggeratedly, "That day you had your period! You said you didn't have to work and wanted to go shopping alone, so I went there myself! I'm talking about you! I came back that day, but you didn't come back. You were so mysterious. Maybe you secretly took the job and didn't bring me? Your period was also fake, right? "
"You're courting death! Don't you know my time! "Caroline snorted a few times, but she didn't continue to ask about Livia.
The two women suddenly started to fight. Then, they accidentally fell into the pool and splashed a lot of water. The men next to the pool whistled and walked toward them.
The two women who just came out of the water obviously didn't expect that such a move would attract several men. They looked at the men who reached out to pull them. Looking at their fiery eyes, they knew that work was coming.
"Don't fight with me. The two on the left are mine tonight. Watch me squeeze them dry!" Livia smiled.
Caroline shrugged. Apparently, she didn't have any opinion about this. The conditions of the men in this party were very good.
Caroline was not like before. Now she was more inclined to quality. So she showed a charming smile and put her hand on the palm of a tanned but strong young man in front of her.
Well, he's quite handsome.
… …
When the water splashed out from the pool, Livia noticed the muscular man, Joseph, furrowed his brows and glanced outside the window.
He didn't stop since he came in. Under the leadership of Neymar, he came to the study on the upper floor of the villa.
"It's just the ladies playing below. Don't worry."
Behind Joseph, an old but strong man with a graying beard smiled at this time. He was the gang leader of this place, Neymar.
"Which one do you like? I'll have someone bring her up for you. " Neymar smiled and said in a very hospitable manner, "Believe me, my friend, all of these girls today can satisfy you!"
"Let's talk about playing after we finish the business." Joseph gave a simple reply. Then, he turned around and stared at the third person in Neymar's study.
There were only three people in this study at this moment.
It was just a man with an Asian face who looked less than thirty years old. Asians were generally short in stature. This man was not out of this category. In terms of height, he was probably only as tall as Joseph's chest.
But Joseph obviously didn't underestimate any of the other's actions at this time because he knew the origin of this man, which was his main purpose in coming to Neymar's territory.
"Are you Mr. Song?" Joseph asked seriously.
The man smiled slightly, stood up, and said politely, "Hello, I'm Song Haoran. Nice to meet you, Mr. Joseph."
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