"Everyone who comes here says he is not here to find a girl." Gui Gong, named 'Lao Quan', happily welcomed the young man who came in.

"All scholars are all scholars, and I understand it!"

Keeping the prosperous flower building and doing the work of welcoming and sending off the trip, it is not a moral dilemma, but a career choice - personal energy is limited, and the resources for hospitality are also. You must know how to quickly screen worthy customers and give them twelve points of enthusiasm.

Lao Quan is a leader in the industry and has long known that "it is better to be too good to be promoted, and you must be cautious when stepping on low." He always smiles whenever he meets everyone, wishing he "washed his feet and puts his body on the rest of the horse."

Of course, it doesn’t mean that the beggar will be allowed to enter.

The young man who came today looks a little simpler, but he is definitely not an ordinary person.

The best clothes still have a restrained style after the wind and rain.

The person is not sharp and his facial features are not superior, but he has a calmness from the inside out.

The boy who is not dressed well is standing in an extravagant and romantic scene without any cramping.

This is not the teenager who does not know the world is high, but the huge sense of security developed since childhood!

Simply put - this kid has a background.

Lao Quan was sure of his keen eyes, so he smiled very attentively. He used his silk sleeves to wipe the ash on the young man's body, regardless of how expensive his new clothes were.

"Please please, I will arrange it for you..." He said as he went to pick up the long objects wrapped in the rag behind the boy, which were too obvious in the shape of a sword. According to the storytelling routine, under this simple cover, it must be a peerless sword.

Therefore, his hands also showed great respect for the dirty rag strip, so he welcomed it with a compliment.

The young man pressed his hand and said, "Uncle, I'll just carry it myself."

For a moment, Lao Quan was stunned.

After working in the building for so many years, seeing that it is becoming more and more lively, it is the first time someone calls him "Uncle".

The Song State is a Confucian country, which emphasizes elegance.

Baihua Street is Fengyue Street in Shangqiu City, and Sanfen Xiangqi Tower is the leader in Fengyue here.

People who come here are not short of money, and naturally there are those who are well-educated and kind, and treat others gently.

But he also understood that kind of politeness was condescending, the noble son and great writers' little feelings of compassion, and the sympathy that occasionally spreads after spring flowers and autumn moons.

The boy in front of him was equal and natural, like greetings between neighbors, with a kind of self-view of mud legs.

Of course, Lao Quan was not moved. If the turtle man who was in the brothel was moved by this little respect, it would be too naive. He was suspicious, doubting his earlier judgment... Could it be that a poor man really welcomed in?

This uncle is too natural.

How could men look up at the sky with mud dots on their boots when they were born as humans?

"I understand, I understand." Lao Quan was still leading the way, still enthusiastic. Even though he was a little uncertain... he couldn't burn the fragrance, and the Bodhisattva would offend him.

"The swordsman's sword must not be touched by others. It will break the wonderful realm of unity between man and nature."

He grabbed the words he couldn't even understand, showing a clumsiness that he wanted to praise but really didn't understand, and tried to make the guests feel more superior: "Come on, come here, what kind of style do you want to pick today?"

"There are still holding the pipa, the jade ridge, the empty valley and the quiet spring, and the cherry water..." Lao Quan counted his knowledge carefully, and he felt quite content in his words: "They are all the best scenery in Shangqiu City."

Looking at the face that was as smiling as the old chrysanthemum, Chu Yao didn't know what he understood. But he understood that he was not here to collect the field, so he shook his hand and said, "Uncle, Jing won't watch it. I'll find someone."

Lao Quan's smile suddenly became much more natural, and there was a familiar scene.

"Oh, I'm not blind, I'm neglecting regular customers!" Lao Quan slapped his face gently: "You must look down on the things I've said just now... Dahuang, go play next to you!"

He reached out and waved the old yellow dog who was squatting around the corner and dozing off, and frowned and smiled: "I will arrange the elegant room for you first... Who are you looking for? Young Master?"

Chu Yao was staring at the old yellow dog.

"I'm really sorry, this old dog is ignorant, it's hindering your eyes - I'll drive it away now." Lao Quan kicked it with his feet: "Dahuang, get out!"

"Uncle who's okay." Chu Yao reached out and stopped him: "I just think this dog is quite spiritual. I came in just now and it stared at me blankly."

Lao Quan was not willing to kick him.

Last winter, when I saw this dying old dog on the roadside, he was inexplicably kind and gave him a bite. Unexpectedly, he wanted to stand up and follow him all the way.

Thinking that the old dog had a few days of good work and could not spend much food, he kept it. Unexpectedly, a winter passed, and the old dog's breathing was endless.

I squat there and doze every day, and I don’t do anything, but my fur is getting more and more smooth.

Later he brought Dahuang to the building to see the door. The turtle man raised a watchdog, which was also considered a companion.

Rhubarb is spiritual, and he always feels that he can understand what he says.

He was the turtle man who greeted everyone with a smile, but he also felt sad and sad, and had nowhere to say anything. Sometimes he would close the door and talk to Dahuang, and Dahuang's dog eyes were wide open.

He always felt that Dahuang understood him.

Last month, a thug in the building was clamoring to stew rhubarb and eat meat.

For the first time in his life, he turned red with someone.

In the end, it was Miss Qiongzhi who spoke, but no one dared to say that he would make a move on to Dahuang again.

Miss Qiongzhi is beautiful and kind-hearted, she looks a little cold, and her heart is soft.

"This old dog also knows how to welcome noble people!" Lao Quan smiled with his leaking teeth: "Your noble spirit is soaring to the sky. The mortal fetus cannot see it with the naked eye, but the dog is very smart."

The teeth were knocked off by the thug with a big waist and a scar on the face. It didn't hurt, but it was a bit troublesome if the air leaked.

But recently, customers will cheer up because of the leaking teeth, which is a good thing.

"Uncle, don't be embarrassed by me. What's soaring to the sky? It must be my poor spirit." Chu Yao smiled quietly.

He is indeed not short of money for spending. Although his master doesn’t give much money, he stuffed his uncle Bai and aunt Yuchan when he went out, and his younger aunt often gives him pocket money.

But he will always remember the days when his mother was working in a tiled kiln.

The book says, "A porridge and rice should be thought of not being easy." He has been following him since he was a child and has seen sweat dripping into a bowl and turning into white rice.

He did not pay much attention to a dog. He had carefully investigated the martial arts power of this brothel before coming, and had basically understood the speed of supporting the extraordinary power of the Sanfen Xiangqi Building and the response speed of the Baihua Street Martial Arts Institute.

While looking at the old yellow dog, he carefully investigated the extraordinary aura in the brothel and guarded the layout. He believed that he was already 80% sure. Even if he encountered the worst result, he had to resort to force and he could solve this problem properly.

"Don't arrange the room, uncle, just take me to find someone." He looked honest and childish, and said authentic.

Lao Quan didn't think there was anything wrong.

Many guests with status do not like to collect folk songs in the building. Walking out to drive to the mountains and forests and raft the long river is a pleasure.

"Who are you looking for?" he asked.

He knew what the girl upstairs and downstairs looked and had specialties. If the familiar scenery of a distinguished guest was inconvenient, he had to quickly arrange a better one among the same type.

"I'm looking for Xiao Cui." said the boy.

"What?" Lao Quan didn't understand. Where did such a rustic name come from in Sanfen Xiang Building?

"Shangqiu travels west of the west, from Laozhang Village, Dafeng Township, Heyang Town. She is six years old this year. When she left the village, she wore a flowery jacket and tied a braid. She has a small round face and loves to laugh. There is a black mole on the tip of her eyebrows on the left, and she has two dimples when she smiles..."

Chu Yao finished the girl's situation seriously and looked at Lao Quan and said, "Uncle, please take me to find her."

Lao Quan put his hand behind him and had already made a gesture quietly, frowning: "I didn't understand, why is the Xiao Cui you mentioned... here with us?"

"Sorry, I didn't explain it clearly." Chu Yao of course noticed his actions, but he just apologized honestly and explained: "Xiao Cui lost her mother when she was born. Her father also left when she was three years old. When she was going up the mountain to hunt, she was caught up by blind bears... Xiao Cui was raised by her grandmother. She also had an uncle, a gambler. Her wife ran away and the child was lost. She was idle all day long. When she had no money, she went to my mother's house to have a meal. Last month, a man went to Laozhang Village, and her uncle secretly sold her and exchanged money to gamble. I found out... it was sold here."

"Young man." Lao Quan stopped laughing. The facts proved that the business he imagined did not exist. The people he invited were poor and naive.

The only remaining kindness made him say, "If you don't like field trips, you might as well go home."

Chu Yao is not a teenager with snow skin, but he is not as dark as he was when he was a child. He doesn't know how he grows, but his face is a little bit browned, which makes him look more mature than his real age.

He had a pair of slender eyes that should have seemed cunning, but when he opened it seriously, he showed a sense of naivety and sincerity: "I said I was not here to collect folks, I was here to find someone."

He took out a purse: "You spent five taels of silver to buy Xiao Cui, and I will buy it for twelve taels, and you won't suffer any losses."

"What to eat? What to eat? I'm hungry!"

The thug from Sanfen Xiangqi Tower, "Lao Dao", strode forward, grabbed the purse from the boy's hand, weighed it in his hand, and whispered it to Chu Yao: "Get out."

He is half a head taller than the boy.

The boy looked up at him: "You took my money to approve the deal. Please call Xiao Cui over and I want to take her away."

"Old Dao" had a huge scar on his face, which opened from his eyebrows to his left cheek, which was also his daily martial arts. As soon as his eyes stood up, he became fierce: "Did you not understand what I said?"

"Forget it, an ignorant country boy, let him go." Lao Quan always thought of the words "Uncle", and after thinking about it, he came up to persuade him.

Lao Dao slapped him to the ground: "Do it, you can count it!"

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Some time ago, he just wanted to taste the fragrant meat, but the old man dared to talk back to him, so he had a dispute and smashed the old man's teeth. He was also soft-hearted! As a result, the old bastard was still complaining in front of Miss Qiongzhi... He didn't know about the old knife and was fooling him!

Today I want to be a good person here again. When things get worse, Miss Qiongzhi blames him again. Why is it so bad? This old rabbit!

But Lao Quan fell under the palm of his hand, and the local bun that came out of some village was still standing in front of him.

"I understand what you said, I can leave. But you have to call Xiao Cui over so that I can leave." The young man was very stubborn: "You have already collected the money."

"Are you going?" Lao Dao smiled grimly and pressed his hand on the handle of the knife.

Chu Yao looked at him calmly: "I'll leave if I hand over the person."

"Old knife, if you don't want to die, you retreat." A gaze was lowered on the second floor. The white-faced and beardless envoy of Shangqiu Fengxiang Cheng Jiliang leaned against the railing and looked down: "This is Lian Jiazi in front of you."
To be continued...