Chapter 385 - 353: The Second Pillar Industry - The Service Industry, 4 Japanese Women

Before long, Wang Hao came over with a middle-aged white man and said, "President Wu, this is Charlie, the butler for your suite."

Charlie bowed slightly and said, "Hello, Mr. Wu! Welcome to Venetians. Please follow me."

Wu Yun didn’t get up, but said, "Charlie, please wait a moment. My other two bodyguards aren’t here yet."

Charlie smiled, nodded, and stood beside Wu Yun. He wasn’t surprised. After all, when the room was booked in Wu Yun’s name, the hotel had already done a background check and passed the information on to him as the assigned butler.

So, he was aware of Wu Yun’s background. It was perfectly normal for a billionaire from Huaxia to have a few bodyguards.

And so, Charlie began to tell Wu Yun about the hotel.

A moment later, Hawkeye and Poison Thorn walked over, each carrying a black bag.

After Wang Hao handed Poison Thorn his room key, the group made their way to the private elevator.

On the way to the suite, Charlie’s words captivated the many bachelors in the group. "The unique charm of Las Vegas lies in its leisure economy and the libertarian rights protected by the state constitution—laws and regulations that prevent the government from interfering with personal freedoms. As long as there’s a willing audience, people can get on stage and perform a striptease. The police aren’t allowed to intervene; in fact, their job is to maintain public order at the dance clubs."

"According to Nevada state law, in counties with a population of less than forty thousand, a referendum can decide whether or not to allow brothels."

"This, in turn, makes Nevada the only state in the United States to have legalized brothels. There are about 30 large-scale brothels in the state, and business is booming."

Wu Yun asked, "Charlie, how could the state government agree to that?"

Charlie glanced at the eager expressions on the faces of the bodyguards and assistant beside Wu Yun. "There’s a brothel near Las Vegas called the ’Wild Horse Ranch’," he said. "It serves 400,000 high-rolling johns a year, averaging over 1,000 per day. If each one spends an average of One Thousand Dollars, that’s an annual income of 500 million dollars. At the local tax rate of 30%, the state government can collect nearly 200 million dollars in taxes from that one brothel alone each year. Why wouldn’t they be happy about that?"

"In Strelli County, not far from Las Vegas, a legal brothel is located right next to the state legislature building. Many of the lawmakers are regulars there!"

Seeing everyone’s interested expressions, Charlie began to share some gossip. "A few years ago, an American female author went undercover at the Wild Horse Ranch to do research. She wrote a book called *The Brothel*, and it became a bestseller in the United States."

Charlie’s expression turned teasing as he continued, "The book recorded that the Wild Horse Ranch has workers of all ages... all of them adults, of course."

"Don’t tell me there are seniors?" Da Xiong asked, shocked.

Charlie chuckled. "Wenbert disclosed a particular detail in the book: among the female workers, there was a 63-year-old woman! At the time, Albert asked the owner about it. The owner explained that in America, you get all kinds of high-rolling johns. Some men have strange ’kinks,’ and a preference for older workers is one of them."

They pictured a wrinkled woman calling out, "Hey, handsome! Wanna come play?"

The men all shuddered at the thought.

Still, Charlie’s words had been a real eye-opener. Before arriving, they had only heard that the service industry was the second pillar of Las Vegas, right after gambling.

They never imagined things were this wild.

Tens of thousands of female college students and dancers in Las Vegas perform striptease, viewing it as a springboard to other jobs. The plan is to earn a sizable income, turn over a new leaf, settle down, start a family, and become virtuous wives and mothers.

But while weaving these beautiful dreams, many find their resolve wavering and fall into the inescapable abyss of selling their bodies and abusing drugs.

More than ten minutes later, Charlie’s tour of the suite was complete.

Standing at the suite’s entrance, Charlie bowed and said, "Mr. Wu! During your stay, you can contact me for any problem at all. Anything you need!"

"If you’d like to request a service provider to come to your room, you can also call me!"

"Oh, and Mr. Wu, if you plan on going to the casino, be sure to tell me. I can arrange a private entrance and a professional guide for you."

After Charlie left, Wu Yun finally took a careful look around the suite.

The wave-like pattern on the carpet made Wu Yun feel as if he were treading on water.

The living room’s decor reminded Wu Yun of his place at Cofco Seaview No.1 in Modu, although this one was a bit larger.

The suite was divided into two parts. The standard room was to the left of the entrance, and the master bedroom was to the right. Wu Yun followed a hallway into the master bedroom.

According to Charlie’s earlier explanation, the master bedroom also came equipped with a private spa room and a jacuzzi.

Charlie had suggested that the spa room was best enjoyed with an accompanying professional masseuse, giving Wu Yun a suggestive smile as he said it.

Having been with his share of beautiful women, Wu Yun wasn’t interested in those "public" service providers. However, he could see that the others were tempted, and he had no intention of stopping them. As long as they went to a legal establishment and followed the rules, there shouldn’t be any issues.

Wu Yun went out to the living room and spoke to the men waiting on the sofa for instructions. "Unpack your things. This afternoon, you can either rest or do as you please."

Then, Wu Yun said to Wang Hao, "Distribute the spending money to everyone. And later, tell Charlie to arrange for a specialty dinner to be sent up for me."

"If any of you want to eat, just let Wang Hao know!"