Jimo Qiao was shocked. She really didn't expect that a room in a brothel cost ten taels of silver a day. For ordinary people in the capital, a family could spend enough for a month.
Erhu's face changed slightly, and he said with displeasure: "Mr. Qiao, what you said is wrong. Although our Yi Ren Pavilion is not the largest, the girls are all very talented. Even if you pick one out at random, you will be able to find them in the big and small Hulu Streets."
It's even ranked among the best in the capital, and it costs ten taels of silver a day...the price is already very reasonable..."
At the end of the sentence, Erhu's eyes seemed to say, don't come if you can't come.
"You're fair!" Jimo Qiao didn't believe such nonsense at all. She decided that they were blackmailing people, and immediately slapped the table and said: "Go and call your owner over!"
Erhu looked away as if nothing had happened, and said lightly: "Mr. Qiao, why are you doing this? Even if the owner comes, it will still be this price!"
"Erhu!" Chai Yan suddenly called out the erhu.
When Jimo Qiao saw Chai Yan making a sound, he stopped talking for the time being, wanting to see what he could do.
Chai Yan hooked his fingers at the Erhu. The Erhu hesitated slightly but still passed by.
Chai Yan took out a silver note from his sleeve, showed it and said: "Erhu, here are one hundred taels, I want to book this room!"
Erhu looked carefully at the denomination of the bank note, and it turned out to be one hundred taels.
But just when Erhu stretched out his hand to get the banknote, Chai Yan withdrew his hand, leaving him empty-handed.
"Mr. Chai, what are you doing..." Erhu was unhappy, thinking to himself that he was not teasing me on purpose.
As soon as Erhu showed a questioning expression, Chai Yan spoke: "Erhu, do you deserve this money? What if you take it and run away? Where can I find you?"
These words immediately put a sour expression on Erhu's face. He secretly regretted that he should not have treated the woman named Qiao badly just now. Now her man was venting his anger on her behalf.
Sure enough, Jimo Qiao, who was watching from the side, felt relieved.
"Why are you still standing there? Why don't you go and ask your host to come over!" Chai Yan was not scornful, but he was much more rude than before.
After all, Erhu was a waiter at the Yiren Pavilion, so he had no choice but to respond angrily, turn his head and walk out.
I didn't want Chai Yan to speak again just after taking two steps: "Wait a minute!"
Erhu was stunned and quickly looked back into the room. Chai Yan said with a hint of arrogance: "Tell your host to ask her to come back later. We don't like to be interrupted while eating. Do you understand?"
"Hey." Erhu nodded in agreement, closed the door and left.
Jimo Qiao said contemptuously: "Hey, dogs look down on people!"
Chai Yan returned to the table and sat down, and said calmly: "This is how places are, there is no need to be so aggrieved... Sit down and eat!"
"I can't eat any more!" Jimo Qiao was annoyed by the erhu.
Without much persuasion, Chai Yan picked up his chopsticks and started eating. While drinking some wine, he said, "If you don't want to eat, I'll eat it alone."
When Jimo Qiao saw what he said, he immediately jumped over and sat at the table. He picked up his chopsticks and started eating, saying, "If you want to eat alone, there's no way!"
After being bored with the erhu, he went downstairs and went to talk to the owner.
The hotel owner was quite surprised after hearing this and asked Erhu: "That Mr. Chai really wants to book the room?"
Erhu said with resentment: "He just said that, I don't know if he will do it in the end."
The owner asked Erhu again: "Did they say how long they would stay?"
Erhu shook his head: "I didn't say that! But owner, I won't be able to stay here for too long if I want to stay here. The New Year's Eve will be over in half a month. They can't celebrate the New Year in our Yiren Hotel, right?"
The owner didn't answer, just nodded and said: "I know about this, you can go and do your work."
Erhu walked away obediently. The owner stood there and looked up at the door of the room at the end of the second floor. He smiled slightly and then went back to work.
After dinner, Chai Yan leaned on the couch and took a nap. Jimo Qiao was quite quiet at first, but after staying for a long time, he began to have nothing to do.
"It's so boring!" Jimo Qiao shouted.
Chai Yan heard it, but did not respond to him, and just continued to doze off.
"Chai Yan! Aren't you bored?" Jimo Qiao knew that he was not asleep.
Chai Yan closed his eyes and said lazily: "Miss, even if I'm bored, what can I do? Should I ask a girl to come in?"
"You..." Jimo Qiao's face turned red, and he didn't know how to answer his words.
Chai Yan slowly opened his eyes and sighed: "I told you not to follow me earlier, but you refused to listen, and now you find it boring. Miss, you are really difficult to take care of!"
Jimo Qiao snorted and asked: "You don't plan to lie like this forever, do you? One hundred taels can live for ten days, do you plan to lie like this for ten days?"
Chai Yan suddenly nodded: "Ah, it's good to lie down! Otherwise? What do you want me to do?"
Jimo Qiao was speechless again, thinking that this is a brothel, what else can you do besides that?
"If you are bored, you can read a book. Here, there is..." Chai Yan pointed to a bookshelf by the wall.
Jimo Qiao said: "It's boring if you don't read it... Hey, yes, tell me a story! Yes, yes, it's good to tell a story!"
Jimo Qiao immediately had an excited smile on his face. If Chai Yan was willing to tell stories, it wouldn't be so boring.
Chai Yan curled his lips and said, "I'm very sorry, I have no more stories to tell. I've told you all I can!"
"Impossible!" Jimo Qiao didn't believe it: "You always tell stories right out of your mouth. You must have others you haven't told yet!"
"It's really gone! I only have so much in my stomach, and I'm not a story teller..."
Chai Yan would not allow her to tell stories, otherwise this girl would come and pester people every day. Even if she didn't cause any trouble, she would be so annoying!
Just when Jimo Qiao was pestering Chai Yan to tell her a story, there was a knock on the door of the room.
"Is Young Master Chai here? The Nu family is the owner of the Yi Ren Pavilion..." The person who spoke was a woman, her voice seemed gentle and steady.
"Okay, stop talking, the host is here!"
Chai Yan replied to Jimo Qiao, got up from the couch and ran to open the door.
Jimo Qiao then sat down on the couch, feeling slightly sulky.
Chai Yan opened the door and saw a gorgeously dressed woman standing outside. Because of the makeup, her age could not be determined accurately, but she should be between thirty and forty.
The woman had a peach-shaped face, and she was obviously a very beautiful woman when she was young.
The woman said with a smile, "This must be Mr. Chai. Murong Puliu from the slave family is the owner of this beauty salon. I have met Mr. Chai..."
"Pu Liu?" Chai Yan shook his head and laughed when he heard this word, and said: "The word Pu Liu is too inappropriate to be used on Master Murong..."
Murong Puliu asked with a smile: "I don't understand very well, but I would like to hear the details."
Chai Yan kept smiling and said: "Master Murong, the word Pu Liu is often used to describe the passage of time and the easy aging of appearance, which means premature aging. But obviously, the Master Murong in front of you is not Pu Liu.
ah......."
Murong Puliu burst out laughing, and then said: "Master Chai is really good at talking..."
"I'm just stating a fact." Chai Yan said.
Murong Puliu followed the words and asked, "Then according to Mr. Chai's wishes, what kind of name should the slave family change to be suitable?"
Murong Puliu asked casually, but Chai Yan really thought about it seriously.
After a moment, Chai Yan's eyes lit up and he said: "The opposite word for Pu Liu is called Qiong Pa. How about Murong Pavilion Master changing his name to Murong Qiong Pa?"
Qiongba refers to flowers that are as bright as jade, so it is appropriate to use it on the owner Murong, who has a peach-like face and the same beauty as before.
"Qiongpa?" Murong Puliu recited it several times in his mouth. Suddenly his face darkened and he said: "Master Chai, you scholars are too bad. The New Year is about to come, but you gave me such a gift.
My name is Qiongba Qiongba, I am afraid of being poor, Mr. Chai, is he hoping that my Yi Ren Guan’s business will not be good?”
Chai Yan was startled. He really hadn't thought about the homophonic pronunciation of the word "Qiongpa". He said with a slight embarrassment: "Murong Hall Master's power of association is too rich. I don't mean this..."
"Hehehe..." Murong Puliu suddenly laughed: "Master Chai, please don't take it seriously, the slave family is just joking! The word Qiongpa has a very good meaning, and the slave family likes it very much, but the slave family has already used the name Puliu.
If you get used to it, I'm afraid you won't be able to get used to it if you change it again."