The two of them were excusing each other, as if they were good stewards. How could you not tell? Then they said: "Fifty taels of silver, you come with me."
Luo Shengming couldn't believe it, and pointed at the tip of his nose: "You want me?"
He hurriedly explained: "I have a serious injury on my body, and I need at least dozens of taels of silver to take care of it. It's better to have my nephew. He is smart, can do anything, and learns things quickly."
The steward really looked at Luo Guman carefully, shook his head and said, "He can't do it."
But he didn't say anything was wrong. He didn't have much patience: "Are you leaving?"
Luo Shengming looked at the steward in front of him again. He was very smart and well-dressed. He should not be an ordinary person. Besides, now he was penniless, injured, and the rent for the yard was about to arrive. If he didn't find a place to stay, he would
I have to sleep on the street. Being a guard with this manager doesn’t mean I’m hiding myself. I gritted my teeth and said, “Go!”
The steward smiled and took out five taels of silver ingots and a deed: "After pressing the deed of sale, the silver is yours."
When Luo Shengming saw ten years written on it, he felt happy. Ten years later, he would be less than forty years old. For martial arts practitioners, the age of forty is the best time for martial arts to become famous all over the world and be sought after by everyone.
Without thinking much at the moment, I raised my hand and pressed the ink pad.
The steward handed the money to Luo Guman and said, "Go and take care of the funeral. He will come with me."
Luo Shengming was not very happy, but now that the deed of betrayal had been signed, he couldn't help himself, and he couldn't help whether he was happy or not.
The steward took him directly to the Yamen. He found the master and recorded the deed of sale in a book.
Luo Shengming pressed another fingerprint on the book and confirmed: "Are you sure it's ten years?"
The manager calmly said: "I'm sure. If you want to stay in ten years, we won't let you stay."
He was serious, but Luo Shengming felt that these words were a bit strange and felt a little uneasy. After going out, he got on the carriage and headed all the way to the most prosperous area of the city.
He gradually relaxed and asked again: "What does our boss do? Is it dangerous on weekdays? Are there many enemies?"
The steward closed his eyes and replied smoothly: "It's not dangerous, there are no enemies. Many famous people in the world are on good terms with the boss. There are many guests, so you just have to receive them well."
Receiving guests?
At the same time, the carriage stopped at the entrance of the flower building. The steward got up and got down and ordered: "Take him to wash up and find a doctor to treat his injury."
Luo Shengming got off the carriage. It was daytime and the flower house was quiet. Only the cleaners were busy. The gauze was dancing and fluttering in the hall, which was quite ambiguous and charming. He became more and more uneasy: "I want to receive guests.
What kind of guests?"
The person who came to pick him up was a woman in her thirties who still had charm. She laughed and said, "I don't think you look like a young boy. You must have heard of Hualou before, right? Why are you pretending to be innocent?"
Luo Shengming's eyes widened, and the woman smiled again: "It's wrong to look like this, you scare the guests. But you will be punished!"
"No!" Luo Shengming turned around and was about to leave: "I won't stay here!"
Before he could leave, several fierce-looking men were already surrounding him, all of them taller than him.
Luo Shengming: "..."
In desperation, he had no choice but to follow the woman through the door, wondering: "Will anyone like me looking like this? Will my boss lose money? Let me go..."
The woman covered her mouth and laughed: "Our flower house receives a lot of customers, and there are all kinds of people. Some people like you...even if no one likes it, don't we still need a lot of people to do odd jobs?"
Hearing this, Luo Shengming's eyes lit up: "For example, do you want a guard?"
The woman rolled her eyes at him: "With your small body, don't even think about being a guard. There are people doing other jobs. I advise you to be honest to avoid suffering."
A few days passed, and Chu Yunli received a letter from the girl who knew about it, inviting her to drink.
Even if someone helped him, Chu Yunli couldn't turn his back and deny him.
It was still afternoon when she went there. She was sitting in the room on the third floor looking down. Songs and dances were being prepared on the stage. In fact, this flower house was not just that. There were many talented women. Knowing that she was a miserable person, she took her in.
He killed many poor women and did not force them to accept guests.
The singing and dancing in the flower house is also a masterpiece. The dancing women have slim waists and graceful dance postures. They are the first to stand up and are pleasing to the eye.
Not long after, he opened the door and walked in. He said with a smile: "I thought you weren't coming."
The singing and dancing downstairs were ready, and there were more and more guests. After the two singing and dancing sessions, both the private room and the lobby downstairs were very lively and the atmosphere became charming. Chu Yunli watched with interest and couldn't help but said: "This business is very profitable!"
Knowing the truth, he helped her pour the wine: "Where can I find a clever lady who can make a lot of money with her hands? You are both famous and profitable. We... no matter how much money we make, we are nothing more than low-class people. You are the only one who treats me sincerely. Many people think that
We are all in contempt."
Chu Yunli smiled and said: "It's the most economical to live a good life yourself, why should you care about the opinions of outsiders?"
An informed Yile said: "I like to hear this." She clapped her hands, the door was pushed open, and five young men walked in, all of them handsome, dressed in tulle, with their naked bodies uncovered.
Chu Yunli was drinking. She almost squirted when she saw a few people. She didn't look carefully. She put down her teacup: "I know, you just..."
"Qiao Niang!"
A familiar voice came, interrupting Chu Yunli's words. She heard the voice and went out, only to see the person on the far right who was the last one to come in. He had a thin layer of makeup on his face and looked charming. He was already the same as the original Luo Shengming.
Completely different.
It was probably... the kind of difference that even his own mother couldn't recognize.
Little did he know that he had become like this. He had suffered a lot in the past half month. As long as he did something wrong, there would be a cane on his body. It only hurt but did not hurt the flesh. Luo Shengming, a martial arts student, could not bear the pain even if he could bear it. He
She was simply beaten up.
However, we haven't seen him for a few days. If he hadn't made a sound, Chu Yunli wouldn't have recognized him. After looking him up and down, he admired him: "You guys are good at training people!"
The people in front were a little disappointed when they saw that they were Luo Shengming's old friends.
Luo Shengming was furious.
In his eyes, Qi Qiaoniang was always that country woman, and she was his woman. It would be easier for him to accept her remarriage, so what's the point of going to a flower house to drink wine?
"Qi Qiao Niang, what are you doing here?" she asked in a gentle tone.
Chu Yunli became interested: "Don't you see, I'm here to drink, and no one said that women can't come to Hualou to drink!"
She looked around again: "I'm out for fun now, so I shouldn't pick you again, right?" She pointed at him and said, "You guys stay here and send him away. I think it's annoying."
That finger left all the four people in front except Luo Shengming.
Luo Shengming: "..."
He was so angry: "What do you mean?"
Could it be that he couldn't even compete with these people who had already received guests?
Chu Yunli looked sideways and asked, "Can you people here yell at guests?"
She blinked knowingly: "Of course not." She raised her voice and ordered: "Take him down and teach him well before he comes back!"
After hearing the instructions, Luo Shengming felt a dull pain in his body and felt a little resistant.
Someone came in immediately and pulled him away without any explanation.
The room was quiet, and the few people immediately came over and sat down. Probably seeing that Chu Yunli didn't like them coming near, they just sat there and helped pour the wine.
Chu Yunli ignored them and looked at the insider: "Is it embarrassing for you to keep him?"
She smiled knowingly: "It's not difficult. He can make money starting tomorrow." She said mysteriously: "That Miss Hu will definitely be reluctant to let him fall into the world."
This is true.
Chu Yunli thought for a while: "Call her again in a few days."
The moment he knew it, it became clear: "Don't worry."
Another half month passed like this. Luo Shengming only stayed in the building for a short time. Whenever he went out with others, he was the one who was singled out. Usually he was isolated by the other young masters and was severely beaten.
The young men in the flower house are all proud to stay and drink with them. As long as they can stay, they can earn money. Anyone who can earn money will have good food, clothing, housing, transportation, including the people they serve. Even in the flower house,
The people were divided into three, six or nine grades. Gradually, Luo Shengming also wanted to stay and drink with him as much as possible to prove himself.
It's a pity that there are so few people picking him.
That night, he entered the private room again with a few people. All the guests on the third floor were the most generous. As soon as he entered the door, he put on what he thought was his best-looking pose, and then looked at the table softly.
previous guests.
Upon seeing this, his eyes suddenly widened: "Miao Miao! Why are you visiting the Flower House!"
This question sounded like a resentful woman grabbing a man visiting a brothel.
Although the head of the Hu family does not allow Hu Miao to continue to associate with Luo Shengming, he is the father of the child, so how can she just let it go?
Luo Shengming didn't look for her for a long time, and Hu Miao didn't find out.
In fact, the affair between Luo Shengming's uncle and nephew's prostitution came to an end very quickly that day, and not many people paid attention to it. Hu Miao has been unhappy recently, and doesn't like to go out, and doesn't like to listen to what's going on outside. When he wanted to find someone, he couldn't.
Found that it could not be found.
Originally, she heard that there was a person in the flower house who looked like Luo Shengming, and Hu Miao still didn't believe it. Now she heard this familiar voice, and she looked up and down at the person in front of her. This man with makeup, powder, and fragrance was ogling her just now.
Is it really Luo Shengming?
At that moment, she felt complicated and unspeakable. When she heard his question, she immediately sneered: "We have divorced, what do I do has anything to do with you?"
Thinking of something, she asked again: "How long have you been here? How many guests have you served?"
It's not so much that Hu Miao likes him, but rather that he likes his caution and focus on her. Now that he has taken over guests... Hu Miao feels sick in her heart.
When she gave birth to the child, she heard that he had a wife and daughter before. Hu Miao was disgusted for a long time before she got over it, and now she is still irritated when she thinks about it. She had been with other guests, maybe even men... She stood up immediately
: "You take care of yourself!"
She wanted to leave, but Luo Shengming couldn't agree. He stretched out his hand to hold her: "Miaomiao, I misunderstood you. Are you here to take me back?"
Hu Miao seemed to have touched something dirty and hurriedly shook it off, "Don't touch me!"
Luo Shengming had a bitter look on his face: "Miaomiao, I've never seen the guests. I've only been drinking with them twice, and they didn't let me come near..." As he spoke, he felt a little aggrieved.
Hearing this, Hu Miao looked strange: "Why?"
Luo Shengming: "..." I dislike him!
Most of the people in the flower house are men in their twenties. He is too old to be gentle and coaxing. The guests are here to see Shu Tan, so of course they don't like him.