Chapter 82

The next afternoon, as soon as the Yihonglou opened the door, the servants who opened the door were shocked to find that there were actually a group of young men dressed as scholars gathered outside the door.

Two people with disdain were waving their folding fans and chanting their words at Yihonglou.

"This is Yihonglou, hum... I thought it was like a place, but I didn't expect it to be such a small third-rate place." The leader was Zhao Mingcheng.

The prince next to him also looked contemptuous. "For such an old building, I believe the girls inside are probably just like these old woods, not much new..."

"Let's go in and see what's good about this Yihonglou, so that more people can understand..."

These young literary men rushed in, all with disgust, as if they were a group of righteous messengers, who came to Yihonglou, which represents the incarnation of evil, to criticize.

I went straight up to the second floor, picked up the largest private room and sat down, and didn't order girls or drinks, and asked directly to let the head of the Yihong Building meet.

The manager heard the servant come to report. When he heard that it was a luxuriously dressed young man who was looking for the person in charge, he immediately went to find Wang Po.

"You guys and noble guests, my wife has been welcomed. I wonder if you guys are..." After receiving the news, Wang Po hurried over and walked into the private room with a smile.

"Old lady, are you the head of this Yihong Building?" Zhao Mingcheng sat on the couch with a big red color and proudly raised his chin to Wang Po.

Wang Po couldn't help but feel a little angry. There were also some customers who came to the door, but I really had never seen such a guest who didn't even spend a penny and just put on airs here.

However, Wang Po is an old man after all. When the enemy is not clear, she will naturally not turn against each other suddenly. Her face remains unchanged and she smiles, "Yes, I am the same as me. I wonder if this young master's name is the one?"

"This young master's surname is Zhao, his father is Taichang Shaoqing, Zhao Tingzhi, the left assistant minister of the Ministry of Personnel... Today, Zhao and his friends have a rare leisure time, so they came to your small Yihong Building to visit. I heard that there is a teacher named Wang Yang here. It is said that the girls' rabbit girl dance was written by him..."

"So, I and my friends are here today to see the dance posture of your Master Wang..."

As soon as Zhao Mingcheng said this, the seven or eight young men beside him were all smiling.

"Yes, yes, what Mr. Zhao said is very much. Why are you old woman standing there? Why don't you go quickly? Don't forget to let your Teacher Wang wear the kind of rabbit girl costume that night to perform, hahaha..." Another young man urged Wang Po.

Wang Po’s face was not a little smile on her face at this moment, and she looked at these young and arrogant young men with a dark face. "It seems that you are not here to support the girls, but to make trouble?"

"Support? Aren't we support us? Our brothers don't like to promote girls, they only like to promote Teaching Wang. Why? You old lady aren't going to do it quickly? Why don't you talk too much? If you offend us, can you afford to offend us?" Another young man jumped up and said with a stern look on his face.

"I wonder which official descendant of this young master?" Wang Po said with a slight smile, but she was already angry and crazy.

"Who is my father? What does it have to do with you, an old woman in the countryside? You are tactful and quickly call the bastard named Wang over. Humph, otherwise, you will not be able to open your Yihong Building at that time." Another young man said very arrogantly and domineeringly.

"I came to this Yihong Building and then presided over the Yihong Building for nearly twenty years. There are not many people who say this, and there are really many, but I have never seen a person like you who dare to make trouble in my place if you are reluctant to leave half a copper coin, and dare to make trouble in my place..." Wang Po's face turned completely gloomy and she smiled sinisterly.

At some point, a group of fierce thugs rushed in from outside the door. One and two of them rubbed their hands, looking at the seven or eight young men with a ferocious face.

"Oh, you old lady, don't forget that there are many people outside who saw us walking into your Yihong Building. We only need to have few hairs, hum..."

"Oh, you can make up for anything you lack, but there is one thing that can't be made up for no matter how you lack it. That is your extremely pitiful IQ..." Accompanied by this unshakable voice, Wang Yang, the Yihonglou teacher, walked into this elegant room with his hands on his back and a sinister smile.

"I'm very happy to see you here. As the saying goes, if you have a way in heaven, you don't go, and if you have no way in hell, you just break in. In fact, your arrival is the happiest time for Mr. Wang these days."

"Your surnamed Wang, you are indeed here!" Zhao Mingcheng jumped up from the couch when he saw Wang Yang walking slowly in.

Prince Wang and other princes also stood up, as the saying goes, the enemy is jealous of each other.

"What are you doing here?" Wang Po saw the large number of thugs coming in behind her, and when she looked at Wang Yang's smiling face, she looked murderous, and she couldn't help but roll her eyes and said with a headache.

"Old woman, I am also a very reasonable person, but when some people are unreasonable, I am still willing to reason with them, and I can directly talk about the truth until the other party is convinced." Wang Yang smiled at Wang Po, revealing his snow-white teeth, with a faint rebelliousness and hideousness.

"Oh, you rural wild man, why, can't you do it? Okay, come on, Zhao wants to see if you dare to do it today." Zhao Mingcheng's face suddenly sank and he tilted his mouth at one of the literary youths.

The guy jumped up, then pushed open the window hard, looked down a few times, and waved his hand. When the famous slaves who had been waiting outside had seen him, they immediately spread their feet and ran wildly towards the distance.

"Come on, come on, come on, beat us up if you have the ability. Humph, tell you, my father is the Kaifeng County Lord Bo. Come and try to move me." After seeing this scene, the prince walked to Wang Yang proudly, with a arrogant and domineering face.

Wang Po couldn't help but twitch the corner of her eyes. The master of Kaifeng County was just an official with a size of sesame and green beans. But the problem was that the county management was not as good as the county management. All the big and small matters in Tokyo Bianliang were handled by the Kaifeng County Government Office. If it was a big deal, it would be the matter of the Kaifeng Government Office.

"I am a gentleman who is powerless and can only reason with you and do something? That's a rude person or a woman. Girls, no... aunties, please come in and treat you well."

"And you are stupid, why are you standing there? Why don't you help all the young masters quickly, so that the young masters can't stand the enthusiasm of the aunts. What if you vomit everywhere?"
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