"That's why the tickets for the *Yamal* around Christmas are especially expensive, yet so many people still scramble to board her," Chu Tianjiao said. "The aurora, the iceberg, fine wine, seductive and alluring women, high-stakes gambling where fortunes are tossed away like dirt, and prizes dropping straight from the sky... Every single element guaranteed to spike your adrenaline is gathered right there. When the clock strikes the hour and the bell tolls, cheers and screams fill the entire vessel. Human voices ring out across the silent Arctic Ocean, men and women embrace and share a deep kiss amidst songs of blessing, and fireworks burst across the sky like a cascading waterfall of shooting stars falling from the firmament..."
Chu Tianjiao's description was intensely vivid, making it feel as though the scene was unfolding right before everyone's eyes.
At the same time, everyone couldn't help but sigh inwardly. Vincent was truly a shrewd and capable businessman; he knew exactly what people boarding this ship wanted and had a firm grip on human nature... It was just that the old fellow was far too obsessed with resurrecting his Führer, entirely immersed in the phantom dreams of a bygone empire. If he had only poured his heart and soul into doing business, he probably would have become a multi-billionaire with an immense fortune long ago.
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