After retiring from the engagement, God of War was criticized crazily for him to be soft and hard Chapter 067 Those whore are only scratching their heads
Chapter 067 Those whore are only scratching their heads
In early April, spring and scenery are bright.
After ten days of building momentum, Nichangfang opened as scheduled.
On that day, in front of Nishangfang, a passage that could accommodate four people passing side by side rose from the ground, extending from the store entrance to the street, connecting to a stage that was more than three feet high.
Both the passage and the stage are paved with red silk, sprinkled with fine agate, which shines in the sunlight.
A hundred chairs were placed around the stage and on both sides of the passage. Those who came early, regardless of wealth or wealth, could sit down with the paper with pictures and text on it and enjoy unlimited tea and snacks provided by Nishangfang.
The common people who came late and colleagues who were inquiring about the truth gathered around the seats, rubbing shoulders and whispering, with the same curiosity in their different eyes.
Outside the crowd, Liu and Chu Qingyue were sitting in the carriage, lifting the curtains and looking into the distance.
Mrs. Liu frowned: "What on earth is the owner of this neon clothing shop doing? He says he's opening today, but he doesn't let people enter the shop to choose clothes. He just coaxes him to serve some tea and snacks. Isn't he no longer doing business?"
Chu Qingyue didn't understand either, but looking at the carefully constructed stage, she had a guess: "It's been said that Hong Luan is going to perform the Jing Hong Dance, I'm afraid he's waiting for her."
Mrs. Liu sneered coldly: "I sent someone to inquire yesterday. Hongluan was secretly picked up by an honored guest recently. He has not returned to Xiaoxiang Pavilion in the past ten days. Where can I ask someone in Nishangfang?"
Chu Qingyue smiled: "That's how it is spread."
Mrs. Liu chuckled: "If it fails to be fulfilled, it will be the Nichangfang that will be embarrassed. This kind of joke will be made when it opens. We don't have to bother to suppress it by then, and the Nichangfang will not become a climate."
As soon as he finished speaking, the drums on the stage suddenly started playing, the piano and the piano played together, and accompanied by the music, five young women walked onto the stage in small steps.
Their feet were naked, and they wore a green gauze skirt that made their porcelain-white little faces look as gorgeous as peach plums. Their slim waists were not too bulky, and their thin white calves were vaguely visible under the gauze.
When the drum beat falls, the dancing postures rise. Different from the flattering and seductive light dance, their movements are clean and neat, showing an indescribable valor, which is refreshing.
The crowd was silent for a moment, then boiled like oil in a hot pot.
"Are these really the prostitutes from the Xiaoxiang Pavilion? Why don't they look like them at all? Could they be just randomly found and pretending to be them?"
"It seems to me that those prostitutes only know how to flirt and show off, but they are not so pleasing to the eye."
"No way? I know the one at the front. He is undoubtedly the clear steward of Xiaoxiang Hall."
The suspicion of forgery disappeared in a few words. Halfway through the dance on the stage, everyone's attention changed.
"So, Nishangfang is not exaggerating, but then again, does Nishangfang want to sell clothes like this?"
"Absurd! Who would buy such a shabby thing except those shameless prostitutes?"
"Hey, why are you so excited? Before the dancer came on stage, they told her that the clothes she wears belong to her and are not sold in the shop. If you want to buy them, you can't."
The discussion continued, but the dance was already finished on the stage.
The five women stood in a row to thank the audience, and then dispersed in an orderly manner, as if they were going to dance again.
Different from the previous ones, this time the dance was as graceful as water. They were like boneless fairies. Although they did not eat people's souls, they could not take their eyes away.
The crowd cheered one after another, from both men and women, as the second dance ended and the third dance started.
The style of the dance is very different from the previous two. The rhythm is strong and makes people want to follow the rhythm unconsciously. The public sentiment is pushed to a new craze, but it also triggers voices of dissatisfaction.
"It's called Jinghong Dance, where's Hong Luan?"
"Yes, if we just let these people deal with it, when will Hong Luan come out?"
"I came here for Hong Luan. I came here early in the morning and couldn't see Hong Luan. I smashed this deceptive shop!"
Waves of denunciations spread from inside to outside to the ears of Chu Qingyue and Liu.
Chu Qingyue's eyes widened: "If the quarrel is like this, why don't Nishangfang ask Hongluan to come out and give an explanation?"
Mrs. Liu mockingly said: "If Hong Luan was really here, he would have come out to quell the grievances long ago. How could he let it develop? In my opinion, Nishangfang didn't invite Hong Luan at all."
"It's hard to reach the level of elegance by trying to impress people. I'm the one who thinks highly of this neon dress shop. Let's go."
The curtains were lowered, the carriage turned, and the coachman raised his whip. Cheers suddenly broke out, almost tearing down the roof.