A crystal chandelier hangs high above "Najintang Palace", which is famous for its elegant dances. At other times, white silk sofas and pleasantly decorated white armchairs are arranged inside.

and tall green plants cultivated in white porcelain jars for people to eat, drink, socialize, lament the misfortune of others, and brag about their own opportunities.

When Jintang bought this land, it was just an abandoned city, Jiujiu thought as he walked past three gambling rooms. He converted all his belongings into cash and invested in this place.

But the result was still not enough. He borrowed money at high interest rates, and finally everything was ready to open for business. The first year was very difficult, but the impact gradually expanded and all the debts were paid off.

Now, the profits for the past three years have been very impressive, although Najintang still complains about the excessive expenses.

Jiujiu offers the best food, the best drinks, and undoubtedly the most comfortable atmosphere.

It is a more dignified place than other similar venues. Although people can bring their ladies, this is usually the case.

But 99 won't let a woman without a master come in.

Jiujiu's waiters are all shrewd, skilled, and honest in their work. Sometimes, some young prodigals get angry, and some people cause trouble because they have lost too much or are drunk. Zhu Tou San is always good at handling it.

He decisively and forcefully supported those who might cause trouble.

Jiujiu stopped in front of a table, stroking the green cloth on the countertop, thinking about how to find someone to replace Revell. Two nights ago, she found him bringing money home.

The number was not much, but Na Jintang fired him immediately. Revell would not be able to find a job for a long time. Zhu Touzeng followed him and pulled him into the alley when he reached the street, interrupting his

Two arms.

Jiujiu was shocked when he heard about it, but Najintang just shrugged and said that he was asking for trouble, which could also warn others not to take advantage of others.

"If you let one person take advantage like that, others will follow," he told Jiujiu.

It was not easy to find a replacement, so Jiujiu let Na Jintang worry about it.

Entering the back room, a large gilded mirror hangs behind the railing, and sounds from the kitchen and waiters' quarters below can be heard.

Zhu Tou San has a small house upstairs next to the Jintang office, and everyone else lives in the basement.

Jiujiu’s employees are all good, and Jiujiu personally trains them. Jiujiu’s French chefs are very responsive, and the waitresses are all afraid of Pig Tou San, but everything is in order here. The employees all admire and are loyal to Na Jintang. They

They also received considerable salaries.

Jiujiu has gone through a long journey in the past three years, Jiujiu thought about it. The Jintang Palace was a great success. Jiujiu and Najintang were managing it here, working hard. They strolled into the back aisle,

Jiujiu stopped in front of the open door leading to the spacious courtyard at the back. The blue tiles on the ground were already fluttering, and tufts of grass grew in some places.

The high brown-black roughened wall that surrounds the garden is peeling off and is stained with dirt. But the white pools and fountains are uneven.

The dwarf palm trees and white iron tables and chairs still maintain the charming charm of the garden.

When a strange blue bird swooped towards the fountain and played in the water, the cat didn't even raise its head. Although the garden under the bright sunshine looked a bit in disrepair.

Turning around and walking out of the front door, Jiujiu began to stroll down the street to the pharmacy. The cobblestone streets were narrow, with rows of buildings on both sides. Although the sun was red in the sky, little sunlight penetrated, and everything was blue and gray.

and dark black scene. The clothes are tied with

A dark-skinned woman in a white apron and a red bandanna on her head walked leisurely towards the vegetable market with a basket in hand.

A drunken young man staggered on the street, his eyes were blank, and his fine clothes were all wrinkled last night. A woman with a face full of makeup and gorgeous clothes walked out of the door and turned to a

The gentleman standing on the ornately decorated black iron balcony raised his hand.

Turning the corner, Jiujiu walked towards an extremely lively street. Two-wheeled and four-wheeled vehicles rumbled by, and the sidewalks were crowded. Vendors shouted loudly, lost dogs howled loudly, and women screamed.

He made a lot of noise and ran away in a hurry. The person whose wallet was taken out didn't know that he had been stolen.

Two beautiful ladies walked out of the hat shop and got into a beautiful convertible black friend's car waiting in front of the door. One of them was wearing a pink velvet dress and a wide-brimmed white hat with pink and white hanging down from one side.

of feathers.

Jiujiu recognized him immediately, and the child Liu also recognized Jiujiu. When the driver of the taxi driver waved his whip and drove his friend's car towards the street.

He also stuck out his head and looked at Jiujiu with a pair of sad eyes. He was a very beautiful woman, desperately in love with that Jintang, and eager to dedicate his humble loyalty.

And this is exactly what Jiujiu doesn't want. Jiujiu feels sad for him, because Jintang will soon abandon him like all other women.

Before the sixth child, there was Therese Du Bois, a wealthy French aristocrat with the personality of an alley cat with a mouth.

He was in his forties and was also fascinated by him. He was thin, nervous, and impatient, and tried to take Na Jintang away from Jiujiu. Na Jintang was happy with him, played with him despicably, and abandoned him rudely.

, causing this woman extreme pain.

How many women are willing to dedicate their hatred, but Najintang is only willing to take Jiujiu's share. None of them know that it was his hatred for Jiujiu and the frustration of this hatred that once pushed him to

got them.

Turning another corner and approaching the open-air market, Jiujiu smelled the smell of fish, blood, rotten fruit and flowers. The street was darker and narrower. A Spanish soldier and a

·Two young girls were walking slowly hand in hand. Another soldier was fanatically chasing a man in red at a dark door.

Love affairs, the new city seems to be full of them. Perhaps it is because of the hot and muggy weather and the warm breeze blowing through the city.

Maybe it's because the strange fragrances emitted by those exotic flowers and plants cover up the stinky smells emitted by dirty ditches and crowded slums. If it is said that people in this world are keen on Ahaha and Fei.

People in cities are keen on the pleasure of body skin.

This city is different from any place Jiujiu has been to. It is a decaying city that has been passed down from some people to other people, from one city to another, but it has always maintained its bad habits. Pirates and smugglers are still there.

Where can I find a place where I can mingle with aristocratic officials who are awake at heart?

In which city are women's conservatories on the same street? Where are slums built back to back with iron balconies and walled courtyards?

What about beautiful gardens and elegant buildings?

The city, with its crowded waterfront, its industry, its vices, its wealth, its beauty. Born to be independent of the kind of events that haunted provincial colonists, the new city was both tempting and frightening.

It's really unique in the world.

Walking out of the crowded streets, leaving the leisurely strolling couples, we walked through the sun-drenched, noisy and busy square, where we could still smell the strong smell of fish from the market a street away.

When entering a pharmacy.

A strong and piercing bell rang. The store was cool and dark, filled with tables and cabinets, on which were placed colorful liquid medicine bottles, powder packets and boxes filled with dried herbs.

The friend was not there, so the apprentice quickly came over to greet Jiujiu. He looked less than seventeen years old, tall, with a moderate build, shiny brown hair, big childish blue eyes, and beautiful pink lips. He was obviously a budding romantic.

prodigal son.

When Jiujiu told him her name and what she needed, he actually blushed a little bit, but his big blue eyes looked at Jiujiu longingly like calf membranes.

He is obviously just a bitch, rigid but eager to try.

"I," Jiujiu said politely, "should be ready."

The two dogs nodded and hurriedly walked into the back room. This pharmacist was very familiar with his profession and specially prepared a spice for Jiujiu, a spice that was so light that it was almost imperceptible.

It is completely different from the strong fragrances that ordinary men and women use to get rid of bad odors on their bodies. Most of the more sophisticated citizens in the new city take a bath every two or three months, and the rest of the time depends on the amount of spices they use.

Jiujiu takes a shower every day, which is a weird thing, but even though people think that doing so is unhealthy and extremely dangerous, Jiujiu still doesn't want to give up.

Er Gouzi came out, handed Jiujiu a small bottle, and accepted the money from Jiujiu. Jiujiu put the bottle into his bag, smiled warmly, and thanked Er Gouzi softly.

He blushed again, looking a little timid, but at the same time he seemed to be eager to rush towards Jiujiu.

When Jiujiu left the drugstore, the bell rang again. As Jiujiu walked across the square, he could still feel the two dogs looking at Jiujiu from the window.

Jiujiu thought that it won't be long before his repression will be released. The new city is full of annoying women who are not friends, and they hate playing with such beautiful young men who are full of lust.

In less than a year, he may be a young wanderer, destroying himself with bad women like children.

When Jiujiu approached the narrow street that he had just walked through not long ago, there was a loud noise nearby. A man shouted and a group of friends screamed.

Jiujiu turned around and saw two horse friends with their hind legs on the ground and their front legs still dancing in the air. A strong and rough man was waving his arms in front.

The coachman pulled hard on the rope, trying to calm him down. The man who was almost trapped by him cursed loudly and vulgarly, and a large group of people kept surrounding him, almost trampling a dark-skinned woman.

A basket of apples fell to the ground and he was hurriedly picking up apples from the ground.

"You damn fool! Why don't you just watch and go away! I'll chop your head off!"

"Get out of the way!" shouted my friend the driver. "Get out of the way! Jiujiu said, or I'll whip you!"

While the two people continued to curse, Jiujiu looked at the woman who was sitting quietly in the car, looking like she hated the quarrel. He had long black lace hands.

She was wearing a sky blue silk dress, which was slit very low, and the loose hem was decorated with rows of black lace ruffles.

He is small and looks a bit thin. His big pink lips are twisted, his nose is pointed upward, his big brown eyes, and his pale face has scattered light black freckles. His light black silk hair is carefully combed into ripples and has long shadow hair.

Go back down again.

Jiujiu always felt that he seemed familiar, but he couldn't remember clearly.

He sighed and patted his friend's driver's shoulder with the folded blue silk parasol. He immediately stopped talking. He calmly stepped out of his friend's car, his skirt making a crisp rustling sound.

The crowd quieted down in anticipation. He walked around to the aggressive passerby, who was still waving his fists and unwilling to get out of the way.

"What do you want to do here?"

He said sarcastically, "Come and give Jiujiu a few coins to send Jiujiu away? You bloody rich man, your bloody friend's car almost rolled over Jiujiu. What do you think?"

"Jiujiu, I think you'd better go away, you hateful big-throated brother, otherwise Jiujiu will hit you stupid donkey with the umbrella handle!"

The crowd burst into laughter, and the dark-skinned woman was so frightened that she scattered the basket of apples all over the floor. The man was mute, so mute that he could not speak.

The woman in the blue dress and light black hair stared at him, her eyes shining brightly. After a while, he made a face and ran away. There was another burst of laughter, and the crowd began to disperse. The woman with light black hair sighed

He sighed and squatted on the ground to help the dark-skinned woman.
To be continued...