Caroline didn't have any dreams, because she only wanted one thing, and that was to make lots and lots of money.

Strictly speaking, becoming a rich person should be considered one of the dreams, but in this world, it is estimated that there is no one who does not want to become rich. So in this way, it doesn't seem like a dream to brag about.

Her life was as simple as it was terrifying and common in a country where the conflict between poverty and wealth was acute.

When she was three years old, her father was killed by a stray bullet during another armed conflict.

Later, she heard from her mother that her father was unable to resuscitate him when he was taken to the hospital...... But when Caroline grew up, she seriously suspected that it was because her family couldn't make up the money.

She had almost no impression of the man who gave him life, and it was only in the process of getting along with her mother later that she learned a little bit about this man through her occasional memories.

He has been running around for money all his life, greedy for early and dark, and finally lost his life because of lack of money - Caroline feels that in this world, only money can give her enough security.

Later, when she was five years old, her mother remarried an old man in his forties.

The old man was a poor man when he was young, and he wouldn't have saved enough money for his wife until he was in his forties—and he was only a widow with a young child like Caroline's mother, and as for the young girl, the old man who would later become her stepfather could only sigh.

Or maybe it's because I don't have any money.

Of course, she felt that this old man was indeed good to his mother.

The stepfather ran his own locomotive repair shop, which was not big and the business was not good, but it was enough to maintain the family's livelihood. It's just that Caroline hates this kind of life very much.

She couldn't stand the stench of the oil, she couldn't stand the feeling of the old man's oil-stained palms touching her head—those hands looked as horrible as if they had been soaked in a stinking gutter for three days and three nights.

She envied the girls who could wear beautiful clothes and sit in cars.

Every time Caroline saw a child about her age in the car on the road, lying on the window and looking at her through the glass, she would deliberately put her hands behind her back, and try to hide one foot in a pierced shoe behind the other.

She didn't want anyone to see her black palms, the black edges in her nails that couldn't be washed clean, and she didn't want people to see her wearing shoes that showed her toes.

She looked at the children in the fine cars (though she later learned that they were actually very low-geared), and at the buildings in front of her—they and the shantytowns where she lived were two worlds apart, but they were ridiculously only a street apart.

Yes, just a street. Not the streets and the end of the street, but just one side and the other side of the road.

Caroline wants to be rich.

Later, the mother and stepfather had a child, which naturally added a huge expense to the family.

Because of the addition of a younger brother, the originally narrow room became even more cramped. Caroline couldn't stand the sound of her new brother crying in the middle of the night, and she had to move to sleep in the dirty maintenance room, the antechamber of her house.

Caroline wished she could become rich and at least have her own room.

At the age of fourteen, Caroline met a man. This man came to his stepfather's maintenance department to repair the car, and I heard that this guy was a pimp. Having been in this place since she was a child, Caroline naturally did not know what kind of profession it was.

The man said he could give her a chance to make a lot of money.

Hardly on the one hand, Caroline answered the man. She remembers that the first business she took was on the night of her fourteenth birthday — because her family was too tired from work, her family had gone to bed early, apparently forgetting that it was her birthday.

Caroline didn't find it sad to betray herself for the first time on her fourteenth birthday, because the man told her that the first time often sold for a very high price.

She didn't feel how degrading it was to sell her body - like his stepfather, he also worked to make money. It's just that the stepfather betrayed his own hands, and she was the body.

For the first time, Caroline slept with an old man who was almost the same age as his stepfather. The old man was clearly obsessed with her body, and even after enjoying Caroline's first time, he continued to keep in touch with Caroline.

Caroline began to meet more clients through her first pimps, and she began to communicate with other sex workers and learn more about her skills – knowing that if her skills were good enough, she could charge a lot more each time.

She began to meet more pimps, and her clientele grew – at the age of sixteen, Caroline was already working on her own. Without the referral fee that the agent makes money, Caroline feels that she really makes a lot more money.

By the way, sixteen years old is also the day she left home.

There is no reason, it's just that the family knows about his work and makes a lot of trouble.

Oh, by the way, it was the night of her sixteenth birthday—two years after her first betrayal of her body on her fourteenth birthday.

Originally, she had planned to tell her mother that night that she had the money to buy a small two-story building that was okay and that the family could move in.

......

......

"Mr. Neymar's party?"

Caroline was putting on makeup in the living room, and because of the hot weather, she was wearing only a pair of panties—it was air-conditioned, but it was a second-hand car that was very power-hungry, and the electricity was expensive.

Talking to her was another woman with the same profession as her, and she was only wearing her underwear. Her name was Livia, and she was older than Caroline, in her twenties and thirties. At this time, Livia was already wearing heavy makeup and was ready to put on stockings.

Before that, Livia had just answered a phone call — and now, she was telling Caroline what it was about.

Livia said, "Yes, they said they still needed two more women, and asked me if I was going." ”

"How do you charge?" Caroline frowned.

There are several types of so-called parties. There is simply as a warm-up, such a party generally does not have a direct transaction, that is, to invite women to play, of course, like Caroline, you can also negotiate business with the party guests in private, but this can only depend on luck. There is also a private market, which is equivalent to collective prostitution/prostitution.

"Charter, tip yourself. Livia said with some pleasure.

Caroline thought about it for a moment and decided that it was indeed a good job. Mr. Neymar is certainly nothing in the seven or eight slums of Rio, but if it is only here, then he is the emperor of this place.

In an era where gangs are populated, gangs control slums, and police are not allowed to enter, Neymar is naturally the master of the place where Caroline is.

The parties he held were naturally rich and generous, and perhaps the tips alone were much higher than the remuneration for this job, and she couldn't even think of any reason 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 the uniformed police officers were not able to give order to the place, but Neymar did.

The protection that can be given to the inhabitants of this place in this country, Neymar has also done it. He even pays for medicines, even pays for homeless orphans, and pays for medical expenses for those who are seriously injured.

"Then you should hurry!" 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 that had been withdrawn from the balcony, and began to spray perfume on her hair and several places around her neck.

"Get in the car!"

Soon after, at Livia's urging, Caroline hurriedly put on her high heels, got into the car driven by the introducer, and headed for Neymar's home.

......

Neymar's home is on a high slope in the area, but he is still surrounded by the same simple low-rise houses - although Neymar's current wealth is obviously not a problem to move to the wealthy area next door, and he can even buy a villa that even his wife will sigh at, but it is clearly the safest place for Neymar.

In the middle of the white villa, there is a large swimming pool. When Caroline and Livia followed the introducer and came in after being checked by the bodyguards in front of the door, there were already a lot of people gathered around the pool.

Caroline saw some acquaintances here - of course, the so-called acquaintances were all her peers.

She counted slightly, and counting herself, there were thirteen women in total. Perhaps, there is something else in the villa that is driving men crazy at this time?

Caroline picked up a man with good ability last night, and worked until two or three o'clock in the morning, and after waking up during the day, it was already afternoon, and she didn't have time to eat before she could catch up, so she took over the current business, and 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, and the two of them simply didn't immediately look for their prey, and were ready to eat something first—there was a lot of fine food next to the pool.

Obviously, in Caroline's opinion, these foods alone are enough to pay for this work.

"That guy ......" Livia, who was holding a plate of cold food, suddenly stopped the fork in her hand and was slightly surprised.

Caroline looked into her gaze and saw that what Livia was looking at was a bald man with a thick beard, and couldn't help but wonder, "Your guest?"

"If I can do his business, I don't think I need to rent your house anymore. Livia gave her friend and landlord a blank look without curiosity.

"And who is he?"

Livia said: "His name is Joseph, and he is the confidant of the boss of the Poly slum next door, and I heard that he used to fight black boxing, and he killed many people, and even killed a bull with one punch! The owner of the party was very respectful to him at the time! Strange, how 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 what connection there was between these big names, she just stared at Livia, looking at each other for a while, "What's wrong?

Caroline smiled and said, "Livia, when did you take over the party next door?

"Don't blame me!" Livia suddenly screamed exaggeratedly: "Your eldest aunt said that she wouldn't start work, and she had to go shopping by herself or something, so I went there by myself! I also said you! I came back that day and you haven't come back yet, mysteriously, maybe you also secretly took the job, didn't take me?

"Death, don't you know my time!" Caroline snorted, but didn't continue to inquire about Rivia.

The two women suddenly began to fight, and then accidentally, the two of them fell into the pool and made a lot of splashes, and the men next to the pool whistled and walked towards the two.

The two who had just emerged from the water obviously did not expect such a move to attract several men. They looked at the men on the edge of the pool who reached out to pull them, and they knew that work was coming.

"Don't rob me, the two on the left are mine tonight, watch me drain them!" Rivia smiled widely.

Caroline shrugged, clearly not having a problem with it - the men at the party were in pretty good condition.

Caroline is not what she used to be, and now she is more inclined towards quality. Then she smiled charmingly, and placed her hand on the palm of a dark-skinned, but strong, young man in front of her.

Well, it's quite handsome.

......

When the pool was smashed into a splash and made a noise, Joseph, a strong man who was noticed by Livia, frowned and looked out the window.

From the moment he entered, he did not stop, and all the way to the study on the upper floor of the villa under the leadership of Neymar's boss.

"It's just the ladies down there, don't worry. ”

Behind Joseph, an old, but physically strong, slightly graying chin man smiled - he was the gang leader of the place, Neymar.

"Which one do you like? I'll have someone bring it to you later." Neymar smiled and said very hospitablely: "Believe me, my friend, these girls today can satisfy you one by one!"

"Let's talk about fun when we're done talking about serious things. Joseph replied briefly, then turned to gaze at the third person in Neymar's study.

In this study, there are only three people at the moment.

Just a man with an oriental face, who looked to be no more than thirty years old. Orientals are generally shorter, and this man is not out of this category, and in terms of height, he can probably only reach the position of Joseph's chest.

But Joseph obviously did not despise any of the other party's actions at this time, because he knew the origin of this man, and it was also the main purpose of his visit to Neymar's territory this time.

"Are you Mr. Song?" asked Joseph Masase.

The man smiled slightly, stood up, and said politely, "Hello, contemptible Song Haoran, it's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Joseph." ”

Joseph nodded, stretched out his hand, and said, "I'm also glad to know you...... 'Iris's counselor." ”