The advantages of the rich

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The airport in Paris, the French capital, was exceptionally bustling today, packed with tens of thousands of people. Yet,
amidst the hustle and bustle, a sense of solemnity and reverence prevailed, for the Parisian governor himself was at the airport to welcome an elderly
Chinese lady residing in Paris.

This elderly lady was none other than the renowned Mrs. Yang.

Mrs. Yang's son, Yang Changfu, was a millionaire. Perhaps "millionaire" isn't quite
accurate, as Yang Changfu's wealth certainly exceeded one million francs.

Of course, no one could know the exact amount of Mr. Yang Changfu's wealth, but his
donations to the French government and charitable causes alone already surpassed one million francs.

Yang Changfu was a wealthy man, indeed a very wealthy man. Wealthy men enjoy all privileges anywhere,
especially since he donated tens of thousands of francs to the French government and various charitable organizations. Thus,
titles like "wealthy overseas Chinese" and "philanthropist" were bestowed upon him. The French president even hosted a special banquet in his honor. Old Mrs. Yang,
along with her son, enjoyed all the honors.

Newspapers frequently published photos and updates about the mother and son, detailing even their daily meals and urination
. Some newspapers even published feature articles about them, praising Old Mrs. Yang to the skies,
describing her as dignified, learned, and eloquent, and extolling her noble birth—praising her as a princess.

Fortunately, no one bothered to check her family tree. Regardless of her actual background, she had plenty of money now.

This went on for over a month, greatly enhancing the Yang family's reputation. They became household names, and it was a way for
the Chinese to finally vent their anger in front of the foreigners.

This was Mrs. Yang's return from her round-the-world trip. Of course, even the French president revered this old lady.
Today , the Mayor of Paris was so afraid of offending her by not serving her well that he treated her
with more deference than a grandson serving his great-grandmother.

It was said that Mrs. Yang's private plane would arrive at the Paris airport at 1 PM, but the Mayor,
already hungry, was waiting in the terminal at noon.

A group of sycophants had already packed the terminal, waiting specifically for the old lady's plane
to land.

At 1:05 PM, the plane landed at
the airport. The stairs to disembarkation were just set up when the Mayor, dressed in a formal suit, ascended the small stairs. As soon as the cabin door opened, the Mayor rushed over, followed by his
interpreter . The rest of the welcoming party was stopped by the Paris police chief;
none were allowed to go up to pay their respects.

Upon seeing Old Mrs. Yang, the mayor offered a series of greetings and inquiries. While not kneeling and kowtowing to show respect,
he repeatedly imitated the traditional bowing and scraping etiquette to win her favor, then stood respectfully to the side, waiting
.

Old Mrs. Yang, supported by a girl of about fifteen or sixteen, walked to the aircraft door.

The welcoming crowd erupted in enthusiastic applause, as if welcoming a national dignitary. News reporters' cameras
scrambled to capture the moment, making them tremble in fear.

Old Mrs. Yang smiled slightly and nodded to the welcoming crowd, then descended the stairs.

As soon as she stopped, she gave the police chief a meaningful look. The police chief then gestured to the mayor's driver
, simultaneously dispersing the crowd gathered around the stairs.

The mayor's car arrived, and he opened the door, inviting Mrs. Yang and her maid into the back.
The mayor, however, went to sit in the driver's seat, honked the horn, and drove away from the airport.

The poor welcoming crowd, who had waited all day, hadn't even caught a glimpse of the old lady,
only able to watch the car's exhaust stub. They considered it their way of showing their respect to Mrs. Yang at the airport.

The mayor's car stopped in front of a large garden villa, and the old lady, helped out by her maid,

said to the mayor, "Thank you for your hospitality, Mayor. I'll come back another day to thank you."

After speaking, the old lady, supported by her maid, entered the villa. The mayor hurriedly replied with "Yes, yes," but
didn't dare follow her inside. He got into his own car and went home for lunch.

Indeed, this poor mayor, since birth, had never been hungry until 2:30 PM without having lunch
.

Grandma Yang returned home and felt very comfortable. Everything was much
better . However, things in this world rarely go as planned.

Grandma Yang's driver, Ah Wang, suddenly fell ill and passed away within three days.

This caused Grandma Yang great inconvenience. Even wealthy people can't live without a car; it's impossible
to get around without one Grandma Yang was no exception.

Although she didn't need to go out every day, when she did, she felt
a sense of unease. Therefore, she needed to find a driver immediately.

However, after looking for several, none of them satisfied her.

Finally, she decided on the method of "a generous reward will surely attract brave men," and placed a job advertisement in the newspaper.
The requirements were very demanding, but the salary was exceptionally high.

Since the advertisement was published, applicants poured in like boats crossing a river.

Grandma Yang patiently met and questioned each and every one of them personally.

Every morning, Mrs. Yang would get up and dress up. No one could believe that this was a fifty-
six-year-old woman; at first glance, she looked almost thirty. Her eyebrows were lightly drawn, and her large eyes
still held their former allure. She had a pointed, claw-like face, and while her measurements might not meet international standards,
her full breasts, slender waist, and wide hips were clearly visible. Her skin was exceptionally fair and smooth.

Three days passed, and over a hundred people had applied. Of those interviewed, only two had test-driven her
type of luxury RV.

By the fourth day, the number of applicants had gradually decreased. Finally, Xiaoyu brought in an applicant named Zhu Hu
for an interview.

The applicant was probably around fifty years old. When Old Mrs. Yang's eyes met his, she was stunned.
At that moment , Old Mrs. Yang seemed greatly shocked; she felt a sudden darkness before her, quickly grabbing the table for support and sitting
back down. Zhu Hu, who had witnessed this clearly, also glanced at the old lady, his face flushing red, and uttered a word...
Without a word, she turned and walked out.

Zhu Hu's heavy footsteps woke Old Mrs. Yang. She opened her eyes, startled, and seeing that Zhu Hu was already
gone, she frantically shouted to Xiao Yu, "Quickly, chase after him!"

Xiao Yu hurriedly chased after him. Old Mrs. Yang slowly stood up and waited for a full twenty minutes before Xiao Yu
returned.

The old lady asked, "Where is he?"

Xiao Yu replied, "He went far away. Old Liu, the gatekeeper, went after him."

Old Mrs. Yang seemed to be in great pain, shook her head, and asked Xiao Yu to help her upstairs to her bedroom. After
Xiao Yu left, Old Mrs. Yang sat alone on a small sofa chair, staring blankly at the sky outside the window. The changing
clouds and the passing of time brought back a flood of memories.

The twenty-six-year-old girl—that was forty years ago. Old Mrs. Yang had just turned sixteen then. That
little girl didn't even know her parents' names. Because she had been sold into the mansion as a maid since childhood, she only knew
that her name was Qiuju, and there were three other maids like her, all serving the master and mistress.

The master's surname was Qian, and he was a high-ranking official. Qiuju didn't know exactly how high his rank was, only that he
was a military officer who could kill at will. The mistress slept in the opium den, and the master was rarely home, sometimes
returning late at night. When he did return, he sometimes slept with the mistress, but if there were servants, he
would sleep in another room, the study.

One day, the mistress went out and hadn't returned by late at night, while the master had already returned home.

As usual, the three maids helped the master undress and change into civilian clothes. Qiuju knelt on the ground, taking off the master
's riding boots. After the boots were off, as Qiuju put a pair of embroidered slippers on the master's feet,
the master gently lifted Qiuju's chin with his foot and then laughed heartily.

Hearing the master's laughter, Qiuju felt her whole body tremble, her heart pounding wildly.

After laughing for a while, the master waved to the other two maids, leaving only the master and Qiuju in the room.
He beckoned to Qiuju, and her heart pounded even harder; her feet seemed nailed to the ground, unable
to move an inch, standing there dumbfounded.

Qiuju was both ashamed and afraid, and she called out softly, "Master…you…"

"Haha, you fool, the master has taken a liking to you, isn't that your good fortune? The mistress isn't home today, so you'll come and sleep with me tonight
. If you serve me well, I'll take you as my concubine in the future."

The master said, while kneading Qiuju's nipple.

Qiu Ju, a sixteen-year-old girl, was already quite voluptuous, but she had never been
touched . Strangely enough, when a man's hand touched her breasts, it felt completely different from when her own hand touched them.
At that moment, she felt her heart pounding, and her vulva was a little itchy, as if she needed to urinate. She couldn't help but twist her buttocks
, as if struggling, yet also as if she was being coquettish.

The master kissed Qiuju on the cheek, patted her large buttocks, and said, "Alright,
you can sleep in this room tonight."

Qiuju was both frightened and delighted, and said in a hoarse voice, "Master, I'm
afraid if Madam finds out. If she comes back and sees me, I'll be dead."

The master rubbed Qiuju's buttocks and said, "Silly girl, what are you afraid of? What can Madam do? Or,
I'll go to the nanny's room tonight. Remember, take a bath first, and wait for me."

As he spoke, the master rubbed and pinched Qiuju's buttocks. Her vulva
began to flow with desire. She struggled, twisting her large, fat buttocks, and stood up, running out of the room.

Qiuju returned to her room, collapsed onto the bed, her heart pounding in her chest. Her vulva felt itchy;
she touched it and found her hand covered in a sticky, white discharge—she was wet. Qiuju secretly listened to
the sounds next door. It turned out that the maid Chunlan lived next door. Beyond that was an empty room, and then
Xiatao's room.

There were four rooms for the maids. A door connected Qiuju's and Chunlan's rooms, but
it was usually closed; they used separate doors. Hearing no sound from Chunlan's room, Qiuju knew Chunlan wasn't there.
She quickly fetched bathwater and washed herself thoroughly.

After dinner, Qiuju told Chunlan and Xiatao she wasn't feeling well and returned to her room early.
She lay down on the bed, her heart pounding wildly, unsure whether it was a blessing or a curse.

But remembering that she was originally a maid, and maids had no right to disobey their masters—whatever the master wanted,
the maid had to agree—Qiuju's biggest fear was what would
happen if the mistress found out. It was around midnight when Qiuju's door was pushed open. She lit the oil lamp and
saw that it was indeed her master who had entered.

After entering, the master bolted the door, walked to the bed, and took off his long nightgown. Qiuju saw that he
wasn't wearing any clothes underneath; he was completely naked. This was the first time in her life she had seen a man's naked body, and
her heart pounded.

The master was already on the bed, and her undergarments had been removed. His hand was already
at her waistband, and he easily pulled down her short silk trousers.

Qiu Ju, blushing with shame, quickly closed her eyes. She only felt her legs being spread apart by the master, who was already
pressing down on her. A hot, fleshy penis pressed against her vulva, moving so fast and urgently that she felt
a the head of his large penis was already inserted into her tight vagina.

Qiu Ju couldn't help but cry out in pain, "Ouch...it hurts!

" The master looked at Qiu Ju, this virgin being deflowered, her pained expression, her fair and plump
body, and smelled the scent of virgin flesh. At this moment, his large penis felt the
tightness and warmth of her narrow vagina, so he thrust it down forcefully again... Qiu Ju felt as if a small knife was cutting her vaginal
flesh, but she dared not cry out loud. She could only bite her lower lip and groan through her nose, "
Hmm...hmm...hmm..."

Her body was trembling and shaking, while the master's penis continued to thrust in and out of her vagina.
After two or three hundred strokes, Qiuju felt the pain in her vagina lessen, as if a fleshy rod was scratching an itch
inside , both relieving and teasing it. Her painful groans transformed into wanton, pleasurable
moans.

Although it was still a soft "hmm...hmm," the tone was different; one could immediately
tell it was a sound of pleasure.

Under the influence of these wanton moans, the master ejaculated with a "plop," and Qiuju felt a surge of hot semen
pouring into the most sensitive part of her vagina. Involuntarily, she shivered, and her
vagina also released a "drip" of vaginal fluid.

Qiuju took a cloth and wiped the discharge from her vulva. Looking at it under the lamplight, she whispered to the master
, "Look, you've torn my vulva. You're so cruel!"

The master saw the bloody spots, confirming that the girl was indeed a virgin. He was pleased and said
, "Silly girl, this is virgin blood. It's like this when a woman loses her virginity for the first time. From now on, your breasts will feel better,
and you'll want to suck my big cock every day."

With that, he pulled Qiuju into his arms.

At this moment, Qiuju, acting coquettishly and sweetly, whispered in the master's ear, her delicate voice arousing his drowsy
penis, which hardened again. Qiuju laughed lewdly and grasped the master's penis with her hand.
Touching it, she found it to be a full six inches long, thick and hot, and exclaimed, "Oh, yours is so big and thick,
no wonder it hurts so much

!" Qiuju did not expect that her slightly loud voice would wake Chunlan in the next room. Chunlan was still
a virgin, but upon hearing this, she felt a strange unease and secretly got out of bed,
peeking into Qiuju's room through the crack in the wooden door.

The room was brightly lit, and on the bed lay a naked couple—Qiu Ju and her master. The master
's hand was kneading Qiu Ju's vulva. Qiu Ju let out a wanton laugh, almost breathless. The master, still
touching her, asked, "What is this?"

Qiu Ju shook her head shyly, whispering, "This is... a vulva."

The master laughed and rubbed Qiu Ju's large, white buttocks. Then, he lay on
top of her. Chunlan saw the master's long, thick, black penis placed at the entrance of Qiu Ju's vulva. He said to
Qiu Ju , "Come, put it inside your vulva with your hand.

" Qiu Ju shyly grasped the master's penis with her small, white hands. The master asked again, "
What ?"

"Mmm... a penis..."

As Qiuju spoke, she guided the thick, black penis to her vulva. The master
thrust forcefully, and Qiuju cried out, "Ouch!" He began to thrust, and Qiuju began
to moan , the sounds sending shivers down Chunlan's spine.

The master lifted Qiuju's thighs, and her moans grew louder. As he thrust, he said, "Little
girl, are you comfortable now?"

"Comfortable...comfortable...my darling..."

The master thrust violently, and Qiuju's large, white buttocks rose to meet him, trembling beautifully, wantonly
, until she cried out, "Big-dicked master, thrust harder, I'm dying of pleasure..."

After a while, the master suddenly pressed down on Qiuju and stopped moving. Was he tired?

The master was panting, and Qiuju was also inhaling. After a while, the master finally climbed
off .

Chunlan watched, feeling a surge of heat throughout her body, and her juices flowed involuntarily. She almost
didn't have the strength to walk back to bed. Just as she finally mustered the strength to return,
she heard Qiuju say in a coquettish voice, "Master, you've already defiled me. I just hope you
'll look after me a little more from now on, otherwise..."

Qiuju began to sob, feigning tears. Then, seeing the master comforting her, she let out a wanton
laugh, which reached Chunlan's ears.

Chunlan was furious. She returned to bed, thinking, "So Qiuju was seducing the master. Now Qiuju has climbed to
a higher branch." The more she thought about it, the more indignant and angry she became. She then made a plan: when the mistress returned, she would
definitely tell her about this.

Qiu Ju, whose first time always hurt, felt a
surge of pride and confidence after being taken in by the master.

The next morning, she woke up refreshed and, after serving the master, carefully applied makeup and
dressed herself . After lunch, she felt sleepy, having barely slept the night before.

So she took a nap, but this nap led to trouble.

It turned out that the mistress returned in the afternoon. Chunlan, still angry, deliberately didn't wake her, and instead, she and Xia Tao
attended to the mistress in bed, where Chunlan smoked opium.

After a few puffs of his pipe, Madam felt much better. Seeing only Chunlan and Xiatao present
, she asked, "Where's Qiuju?"

Chunlan quickly replied, "She probably went off on something."

Madam continued smoking, not asking further. Chunlan waited until Xiatao left Madam's room before recounting
, in detail, with embellishments, what had happened between Master and Qiuju the previous night.

Upon hearing this, Madam trembled with anger, almost throwing her pipe onto the bed. Then

, a thought struck her, and she said calmly to Chunlan, "I understand. If you
hear anything else, remember to tell me. I'll like you."

Chunlan quickly replied, "Yes," and left the room.

The lady didn't summon Qiuju for questioning or torture. She waited until dinner was served, but the master hadn't returned.
The lady ate alone, attended by three maids. She
ate as usual, seemingly unconcerned, only glancing briefly at Qiuju, noticing she was more beautiful
and alluring than usual.

Late at night, the master returned and greeted the lady. She said, "I'm exhausted today
. Yesterday, Mrs. Xu dragged me to play mahjong all night."

The master, pleased, seized the opportunity and said, "Then you should go to sleep early, Madam. I'll go to my study to sleep."
"Alright.

" The mistress didn't reply, and the master went out, heading towards the study in the east courtyard.

The study consisted of three rooms, much like a flower hall. One room actually housed some ancient books, another
was a sitting room, and the one on the east side was the master's bedroom.

Normally, when the master slept in his study, he would sometimes have a servant set up a bed in the sitting room
to serve him at night; otherwise, he would have maids set up beds.

That night, of course, the master had Qiuju set up a bed in the sitting room to serve him.

The mistress, having heard Chunlan's report, feared that Chunlan's account was inaccurate, so tonight she wanted to give
the two of them a chance to see for themselves.

Therefore, while instructing Chunlan to serve her a cigarette, she secretly calculated and considered her options.

After the mistress had finished her opium and was feeling refreshed, it was already past two in the morning. She instructed
Chunlan to go with her to listen in and peek at their situation, while also telling Chunlan not to make a sound.

The two slowly walked into the side courtyard. Indeed, the light in the east room was very bright. The two tiptoed
to the window, and heard Qiu Jurui moaning, "Oh, your teasing big cock is rubbing
against my vulva, it's so itchy, darling, hurry... hurry up and put it in, oh, what are you looking at?"

Then they heard the master's voice say, "I see that your skin is very white, even whiter than the mistress's."

Qiu Jurui moaned, "Oh, how can I compare to her? She is the mistress, and I am just a maid. Maids are
always cheap... Oh, it's so itchy, please have mercy and thrust into me a few times, okay?"

Upon hearing this, the wife was furious. She thought, "This is outrageous! This shameless girl dares to
talk about me so boldly in bed!" The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. She considered attacking, but then
she thought, "What if we make a scene? It would only give her an advantage, and that would be a waste of the little vixen's time.

" So she suppressed her anger, went to the window, and peeked through the crack. Under the bright light, she saw
Qiu Ju, that wanton woman, indeed with fair and delicate skin. She held her thighs high,
her plump buttocks swaying to meet the master's thrusts. With each thrust, the wanton woman moaned ,
"Hmph... Brother...

" The master thrust harder and harder, and Qiu Ju's moans grew more wanton and urgent. Her juices splashed against
the master 's thighs and Qiu Ju's plump buttocks with a "slap, slap" sound.

Suddenly, the master stopped moving, but Qiuju started shaking her bottom, sifting like she was sifting rice, and
asked in a sweet voice, "Darling, aren't you beautiful?"

"Beautiful, beautiful, my darling's bottom is turning so well..." the master said, a little out of breath.

"Hmm... I'm not spinning anymore...

" Qiuju wrapped one leg around the master's waist and stopped spinning. The master was feeling the most comfortable moment when he
suddenly stopped. He was burning with lust. He continued to thrust while saying, "Little slut, hurry up and rotate
your ass. Use your flower core to rub against the head of your penis. It feels very good.

" "No, you have to promise me that you will take me as your concubine before I start spinning like this. I don't want to do it so secretly."

"Okay, okay, okay, I promise you."

"Then which day?"

"We have to choose a good day, you little slut. Hurry up and spin.

" "Hmm, don't lie to me."

Qiuju said and started spinning again. She spun so fast and quickly that in no time, the master pressed his
penis against her vulva and ejaculated with a "Ah, ah," before turning over.

The master was now limp on the bed. Qiuju, with boundless charm, embraced him and kissed him passionately. The mistress,
trembling with anger, helped Chunlan back to her room to sleep.

The mistress, however, couldn't sleep tonight. She lay in bed, puffing on opium, her mind racing with
schemes. As dawn approached, she finally devised a vicious
plan. But plans needed the right opportunity, so she had to endure and wait.

The mistress's long-awaited opportunity finally arrived. The master ordered
some spare clothes to be prepared. As usual, the mistress instructed the maids to prepare the master's travel necessities.
The mistress took the car to see the master off at the train station. On the way back, she told the driver, Zhu Hu,
"Come to my room when you get home."

Zhu Hu replied, "Yes."

The lady returned to her room and, after taking a dozen puffs of opium, Zhu Hu arrived as expected. She dismissed everyone except for
her driver, Zhu Hu, and explained her plan to him,
giving him two thousand yuan.

Zhu Hu obediently agreed, took the money, and happily left. The lady
then called over her maid, Li Ma, and gave her instructions, finally summoning her page. Everything was arranged, and money was used to
bribe the servants; they were to act when night fell.

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