The area of the big mess is far greater than that of the small mess. The casino on the first floor, the hotel lounge on the second floor, and the guest rooms on the third floor can accommodate thousands of guests. Ever since Liu Rushi was married by Qian Qianyi, the Minister of Rites, Dong Xiaowan became
The top star of Gone with the Wind can only be compared with Chen Yuanyuan of Yihonglou on the entire Qinhuai River. They are collectively known as the Qinhuai Shuangshu. Since they are the first sisters with status, they cannot perform on the stage casually. Every month, Dong Xiaowan only sings
Once, and only two tables at a time, that is, eight guests can enjoy the music and singing in the room. So these eight places are the target for everyone to compete for.
The conditions for becoming one of these eight guests are very demanding. Money and social status are both indispensable. Although the Ming Dynasty now emphasizes equality among scholars, farmers, industry and commerce, everything is of inferior quality. The idea that only those who are good at reading is still deeply ingrained in everyone's hearts.
, the brothel also hopes to receive more rich and distinguished talented people, so as to improve the style of Gone with the Wind. Those talented people who are famous all over the world like to drink and listen to music.
Splashing ink on the whitewashed wall and composing poems, how elegant and smooth it is.
The four young men who came in just now seem to belong to the most popular guests of Gone with the Wind. Except for the yin-yang face, the three of them are all very handsome and generous, but they are a little unfamiliar. They seem to be rich people from out of town.
Young Master, the turtle slaves' faces were so sweet that they could drip with honey. They bowed their bodies and led the way, leading the four people upstairs.
The previous Mr. Ma Liu snorted in dissatisfaction when he saw this scene. He took out a folding fan with his right hand and unfolded it with a bang. The two egg-sized iron bladders in his left hand spun even faster, making a crisp metal collision sound. The other turtle slaves hurried over.
Greeting: "Sixth Master, you haven't been here for a while, and I miss you all so much."
The short, fat man known as Mr. Liu wore a square scarf and a sapphire blue gown, dressed like a scholar, but his words were extremely vulgar: "Bah, what do you bunch of slaves want from Mr. Liu? Those girls upstairs
It’s true that we miss Mr. Liu. Stop talking nonsense. I’m here specifically to hear Miss Dong sing. Please lead the way.”
"Sixth Master, I've reserved a seat for you, but you have to queue up if you want to hear Mr. Dong sing..." Gui Nu said with an apologetic smile.
"Humph, don't you just want money? There aren't many around Mr. Six, but there is plenty of money." Mr. Liu threw out a large-value banknote and said, "Ask the madam to arrange a place for me."
"Master Liu, this bank note of yours is a bit hot. I don't dare to accept it. Today, only eight guests can enter Mr. Dong's embroidery room to listen to music and drink tea. And they must be chosen by Mr. Dong himself, and the landlady can't make the final decision.
Ah." The turtle slave retreated and did not dare to accept Mr. Liu's banknote.
"Hey, isn't this my brother Ma Liu? My friend, you still knew how to come." As soon as he finished speaking, the door curtain on the second floor opened, and a gorgeous middle-aged lady walked down with her buttocks twisted and went to help Ma Liu.
My father's arm was pinched hard.
"Sister Jinhua is really charming." Ma Liuye said an idiom, put his arms around the slender waist of Madam Sai Jinhua, and walked upstairs together, "Your sixth brother is in a bad mood today, so he came here to listen to music.
Yes, you can arrange a seat for me later and tell me how much money you want."
"Sixth brother, look, here are all the guests here to cheer for the Dong family. It's hard to blame any slave for neglecting them. Don't make it difficult for the slaves." Sai Jinhua didn't dare to accept this move.
"Huh?" Mr. Ma Liu stopped talking to Sai Jinhua and walked to a table to sit down. He observed the people around him. There were quite a lot of people here today. The entire second floor was full. There were many people in well-dressed clothes.
Wealthy businessmen, scribes in long robes and square scarves, old and young, literary and military, handsome and vulgar, all in one.
"The singing skills of Mr. Dong have really been lingering for three days, and the lingering sound is lingering. I was lucky enough to hear a little bit outside the embroidery room next month. After returning home, I didn't want to eat or drink. I came here early today just to hear the fairy music again."
A scholar-looking man shook his head and said.
"Put me down. The Dong family's embroidery room is so soundproofed that you can hear shit. I've heard it once before on the small Luan Hua Fang. It was really better than a lark singing. I heard that the Dong family has been singing again recently.
After studying Western vocal music, I'm afraid it will sound a hundred times better than before." A wealthy businessman at the same table retorted to the scholar unceremoniously.
"Huh, I've heard of it before. I heard that the guests chosen by Mr. Dong are all elegant people like you. I'm afraid I won't hear it anymore for a businessman like you who smells like copper." The scholar retorted.
"Master Dong not only sings well, he is also like a hibiscus emerging from the water, pink with red, tender yet timid. As the saying goes, emerging from the mud but not stained, washing the clear lotus without being evil. It is really life-saving to be able to see a beautiful woman.
It's a blessing." A sour scholar with white hair and beard stroked his beard and said with a toothless mouth.
Bah, just because you guys want to see Dong Xiaowan, go ahead and eat shit! Ma Liuye picked up the tea bowl and took a sip, and said with disdain in his heart. I am the leader of the underworld in the capital, known as Zhen Ximen, Ma Liuye, whose car
The fishing industry is doing a big business, with hundreds of little brothers working around it, but it's really a shame to queue up with rubbish like you!
In the midst of the chaos, the Dong family's pearl door curtain opened, and a slim girl walked out. Everyone suddenly fell silent, and hundreds of pairs of wolf eyes stared at the girl.
"Guests, please report your home address. My girl will choose eight guests from them, and the rest will be sent to other girls." The little girl's voice was as melodious as an oriole.
This is the rule set by the Dong family. When guests announce their home address, she listens and watches behind the door curtain and selects the guests she likes. The guests are all aware of these rules, so they start to move according to the table numbers in an orderly manner.
Report home.
"I am Zhang Song, the son of Zhang Yuanwailang of the Ministry of Finance. I have come here to listen to the immortal voice of the Dong family. I hope you will approve me." A thin young man stood up and said, and there were boos everywhere: "How can you get such a humble official position as Yuanwailang?"
I don't know how to write the word "disgraceful" when you come out to show off." The young man seemed to have never been to such a romantic occasion. His thin face turned red and he didn't say anything, and he sat down angrily.
"This is Mei Ruohong from the Mei family in Huainan."
"The student is Luo Miou, a student from Taipei University."
"My name is Wang Laowu, and the Fushun Silk and Satin Factory in Nancheng is my property."
Everyone announced their names one by one, but there was no movement behind the curtain.
"The four friends of Fushe said hello to Miss Dong." Four handsome young people stood up on a table in the middle and announced their names one by one: "Hou Fangyu, risking the expansion of the frontier, Fang Yizhi,
Chen Zhenhui.”
A low exclamation came from behind the door curtain, and then a beautiful voice like pearls falling on a jade plate: "It turns out to be the fourth young master from the south of the Yangtze River who is famous all over the world. Please come quickly."
The four of them walked into the embroidery room with their heads held high under everyone's jealous gazes. There was a commotion outside: "It's the four young masters from Jiangnan who came to praise Mr. Dong. No wonder they were invited in before the registration was over. We really can't compare."
Four people have entered, and there are still four places left. The activity of self-reporting continues.
Those who followed were ordinary officials, wealthy businessmen, and other figures. There was still no movement behind the curtain. Li Jun's eyes widened when he saw the Fourth Young Master from Jiangnan entering. He pulled Hu Yimin's sleeve and whispered.
"Cousin, this is the Fourth Young Master from Jiangnan. We must go in and listen to music with the Fourth Young Master." Hu Yimin said angrily: "How to get in? Are you saying that I am the boss of Rishengchang? You are said to be Changxin.
A young lady from the Hou family?" Li Jun stuck out his tongue and said, "Sister, there must be a way."
Gradually, it was the turn of Liu Ziguang and the four of them to sit at the table. Miss Hu stood up and said: "The four of us are students from other places. We usually do some research on lyrics and music. Today we made a special trip here to discuss the music of our country with Mr. Dong.
I hope you can give me some advice on the direction of development.”
There was a slight noise from behind the curtain. The little girl standing outside glanced at the four of them, then entered the room and said something, and then came out again and said, "Please continue."
There was a sound of ridicule, "A poor scholar from out of town still wants to sneak in to discuss lyrics and music. He really wants to meet Mr. Dong and is crazy."
Li Jun pouted in disappointment: "It seems like there is no chance."
Hu Yimin smiled slightly: "Let's wait and see."
Then it was Ma Liuye's turn. He cleared his throat, threw away the folding fan in a graceful manner, and roared with great energy: "Zhen Ximen Ma Liu is here." Then he watched with pride as several people around him moved their chairs in fear.
I moved farther away from me, thinking that my reputation as Ma Liuye still has some weight.
After a pause, the sweet voice came out from behind the curtain again: "Please invite the four foreign students into the embroidery room, and the rest of the guests can help themselves."
Suddenly there was a commotion of indignation. The four young masters from the south of the Yangtze River went in, but these four young boys were neither of noble birth nor well-known. How could they be better than others? The most angry one was Ma.
Mr. Liu, he thought that with his fame, he would be favored by Dong Xiaowan, but he didn't know that he was robbed of the opportunity by four little-known foreign boys.
"I can get hundreds of thousands of taels per second. How can I wait here for a long time and just want to get rid of it with just a favor? Isn't that disrespectful to me, Mr. Ma Liu?" Ma Liuyi slapped the table, spinning the two iron balls in his hand.
Even faster. "Those four boys! I think you dare to enter that door today!"
The backstage of Gone with the Wind was very tough. Ma Liu did not dare to vent his anger on the Dong family, so he had to take action on Liu Ziguang and four other people.
""Just come in! I'll come in and see what you can do to us?" Li Jun was not afraid of tigers since he was born, so he made a face at Ma Liuye.
"Bad boy, let's see if grandpa doesn't beat you to death!" The fan in Ma Liu's hand is made of iron, and the iron gallbladder is also a hidden weapon. If a fight really breaks out, the four scholars will definitely die miserably. Everyone knows that Ma Liuye is famous.
Everyone dodged for fear of being splashed with blood on their clothes.
This Zhenximen Ma Liu should be the Ma Liu who competed with Ziguang Automobile Dealers for territory. Liu Ziguang coldly stood up in front of Li Jun and pressed his right hand on the belt buckle. He did not wear the Baihong Knife when he went out to play today, but just brought it with him.
A concealed mild steel belt sword.
Just as the situation was tense, a voice came from downstairs: "Who is so angry that he wants to fight and kill in Gone with the Wind?" When everyone heard the voice, a young man wearing brocade clothes and an embroidered spring knife on his waist walked away.
Come up, followed by a group of similarly dressed men.
"Sir Huang, it's your old man. You've come just in time. Come and give me your opinion. Why is it that I, Ma Liu, am not as good as those four poor scholars?" Master Ma Liu saw that it was Huang Zhen, a fellow scholar of the fourth rank of Jinyiwei, and hurriedly said
The iron folding fan was put away.
It was Liu Ziguang's old acquaintance who came here: he had a conflict with the second lady and the others in Xuzhou Mansion, and later led troops to attack Haizhou Huangzhen at the iron factory. This guy pretended to be Liu Ziguang's military exploits and said that he was the one who defeated the Qing army.
The white-robed young general once set off a wave of crazy admiration in the capital, and even the storytellers in teahouses and restaurants wanted to tell his jokes. Later, people gradually discovered that this man did not seem to have any other skills besides drinking and visiting the brothels.
Now that he has the skills to do something, the story of the young man in white robe is self-evident, but he is after all a nine thousand year old god-grandson. Once he wears the official uniform of a royal guard, his words still have a certain weight on the ground in the capital.
The original backer of Gone with the Wind was the Wucheng Army and Horses Division. Later, after Liu Ziguang made a big fuss, he got in touch with the Jin Yiwei. Huang Zhen originally liked to hang out in these places, and now he was begging to come to his door.
There was no reason not to agree, so naturally he became the protector of Gone with the Wind.
Of course Ma Liu knows this. He is a high-ranking ruffian. Of course he knows these figures in the officialdom and has some contacts on weekdays. Last time he lost money to Huang Zhen on purpose, he lost four hundred taels of silver. Now Huang Zhen has to give it to himself.
Have some face.
"So it's Brother Six. I haven't seen him for a while. Where did he get rich?" Huang Zhenguan walked over with authority, and the boy from the brothel next to him hurriedly brought a chair to help him sit down.
"Forget it, the business of the car dealership has not been going well recently. My fifth brother had an accident in Shandong again. He was alive and dead and his body was not seen. I was depressed and came out to listen to music to relieve my boredom. Little did I know that Mr. Dong was actually picking customers, which made me confused.
I'm so angry, why do you think I am not as good as those scholars?" Ma Liu pointed at Liu Ziguang and the other four and said angrily.
"It turns out that this is the case. It's easy to talk about. Brother, let me help you settle it." Huang Zhen smiled, raised his eyes and looked in the direction Ma Liu pointed at. His eyes swept over the fair faces and slightly convex chests of Hu Yimin, Peng Jinrong, and Li Jun.
, the delicate neck without Adam's apple, smiled obscenely, and finally settled on Li Jun's face. As for Liu Ziguang, who had a yin and yang face, he didn't even look at it. Even if he looked at it, he couldn't remember that this was the man who once lived in Xuzhou Mansion and Li Country.
Liu Ziguang, whom I met several times at the iron factory.
"These brothers look so familiar to each other, I seem to have seen them before somewhere before." Mr. Huang of Jinyiwei said with a smile.