Dragon Raja 3; Chapter 226: Men’s Flower Arrangement (9)

Dragon Raja 3

The hall was spacious, with two rows of large bookshelves and oversized desks in front of them. In the light sat a man as big as a bear. Everything about him was ocean blue—from his satin suit to his leather shoes. He wore a massive aquamarine ring on his ring finger and a red coral brooch on his chest. Seated on a velvet sofa, he puffed on a thick Churchill cigar, gently stroking a purebred Himalayan cat while swirling a glass of liquor with ice, the ice reflecting colorful lights.

The manager’s presence was overwhelming, even more so in private. He wore enormous sunglasses, his bald head gleaming like polished marble, exuding the aura of a mafia kingpin… except for the blue whale tattooed on his head.

The three of them exchanged looks, all on high alert. The manager’s aura was enigmatic and hard to read—somewhere between a dramatic flair and outright madness, making him a force not to be underestimated.

The manager pointed to the long sofa near the door, then to the single chair in front of him. It was clear: one person would go up for the interview while the others waited on the sofa.

The stage was set, now it was a matter of who would be the first to take the plunge. All three hesitated; this kind of interview was a first for all of them, and no one felt particularly confident.

“I’m handsome, so I’ll go first!” In the end, Caesar stepped forward.

Lu Mingfei let out a breath, thinking, The boss is still the boss—bold and ready for sacrifice. Looks like he’s planning to pit the Gattuso family’s Italian brand of madness against the manager’s Japanese-style madness. Who knows who will win?

Having decided he wanted to stay in the club, Caesar went all out, dressed to impress. He wore a tight-fitting suit with a translucent silver shirt and a rhinestone tie. From behind, his snug pants revealed every detail of his glutes.

“The boss is going all in!” Lu Mingfei whispered to Chu Zihang.

“The Gattuso family is like that. Once they’ve set a goal, they stop at nothing to achieve it, and that’s what makes them so terrifying,” Chu Zihang whispered back.

But the manager didn’t comment on Caesar’s looks or outfit at all. Instead, he picked up a calligraphy brush from his desk and began writing with bold, sweeping strokes, clearly a seasoned calligrapher.

The inked paper was pushed in front of Caesar: “Basara King, the question for your interview is… the Way of the Host!” The manager spoke in Chinese.

On the paper was the character “道” (way). Caesar was stunned. He had mentally prepared himself for all kinds of difficult questions, but with just one character, the manager had shaken his defenses.

The Way of the Host? Is this an interview to become a host or a palace examination for a scholar?

“In Japan, every profession has its own ‘way.’ Those without a ‘way’ are like lost lambs wandering the world. Guiding women to a paradise of joy—that is a man’s flower path.” The manager saw Caesar’s confusion. “Basara King, I’m asking you about your flower path.”

For a full thirty seconds, Caesar couldn’t find the words to respond.

“I don’t understand,” Caesar admitted, honestly baffled.

“Then I’ll ask something simpler. How do you see women? Are they spring breezes and summer flowers to you, or autumn fruits and winter snow?” The manager asked again.

Lu Mingfei was drenched in sweat… not for himself, but on behalf of Caesar. He thought if Caesar had a block of tofu in his hand, he’d probably slap it on his own forehead without hesitation.

“Could you… be a little more specific with your question?” Caesar’s psychological defenses were starting to crumble.

The manager shook his head slightly, showing that classic expression of a seasoned professional looking at an ignorant junior, as if lamenting Caesar’s failure to live up to expectations.

“Alright, I’ll ask you in the simplest way possible. Basara King, try to describe ‘women’ to me in three sentences. Not any particular woman, but women in general—the billions of women in this world.”

Caesar was silent for a moment, then suddenly relaxed and smiled, “I don’t need three sentences. Just one word: women are the ocean.”

“The ocean?” The manager frowned.

“Every woman is like an ocean. Sometimes she’s calm, sometimes stormy. Some oceans are cold like the Barents Sea, but under the ice, there’s vibrant life—schools of narwhals and orcas. Some oceans are treacherous, like the Cape of Storms, but if you navigate past the cape, you can sail toward the rich East. And some women are like the Caribbean Sea—beautiful, mysterious, and occasionally plagued by pirates.” Caesar chuckled. “Do you sail, Manager? If you do, you’ll understand what I mean.”

“I have over 200,000 miles of sailing experience, so I think I understand your point. But please, Basara King, finish your explanation,” the manager said, now looking solemn.

“Every ocean in the world is different—the currents, the color, the salinity, and the creatures within. Some oceans make you feel romantic and comfortable, while others could take your life. But if you love the sea, you won’t just sail in the warm Indian Ocean. You’ll want to see the vastness of the open ocean and journey north to witness the ice caps of the Arctic. But in the end, you’ll return to your favorite sea. You’ll swap your large ship for a small boat, hoist a single sail, and sail leisurely. Every man is a sailor. First, you experience the beauty of many seas, but in the end, you’ll grow old sailing your favorite one. That’s all I have to say.”

“Even though I didn’t fully understand it, it sounded really philosophical!” Lu Mingfei thought to himself, genuinely impressed.

The manager was silent for a moment, then lightly clapped his hands. “Well said. Basara King, you may take your seat.”

The second person to sit before the manager was Chu Zihang.

“Ukyo, earlier I asked Basara King about the ‘way.’ Now I’m asking you about the ‘technique.’” The manager placed a second piece of calligraphy in front of Chu Zihang, with the character “术” (technique) elegantly written on it.

“If you want to master anything, you must have the ‘way’ in your heart and the ‘technique’ in your hands. What is the technique of being a host? Simply put, how do you charm women? How do you make them willingly spend money on you?” The manager paused. “In other words, how do you seduce women?”

“After two days of internship, I’ve gained some experience,” Chu Zihang calmly replied. “I analyzed the customer base. In these two days, I’ve accompanied clients 13 times, facing a total of 72 women. The oldest was 37, the youngest 23, with an average age of 28.3. Among them, 86.7% were married. In comparison, Caesar’s clients had an average age of 25.6, with the majority being unmarried. So, my clients are relatively more mature.”

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