C120 (1/2)

Fugui smeared his mouth on the ground, ”Fuck. Wasn't she just a girl? It was as if they had never been on it before! Truly useless! Let's see what the ancient 'Miss' looks like today. ”

When Fu Gui came out, he had donned an ordinary set of silk clothing. From the looks of it, it was either a young master from a rich clan or a merchant, so no one would think much about the eunuchs from Military Inspector. Plus, he could look good with his wealth. The moment he reached the door, he was surrounded by the bawd and turtle.

”Master, you haven't been here in a while. Have you forgotten about me?” An old woman with a face full of powder threw herself on Fugui's body and began to distribute the plates.

Fugui flapped his clothes and laughed without replying.

The other middle-aged lady had sharp eyes. She could tell that the rich seemed to be calm, but in reality, she was just a fledgling who had no experience in brothels. The experienced master came in and grabbed the old procuress by the chest, trying to curry favor with her while spouting nonsense. He wasn't like Wealth, who laughed so foolishly. He did not know what he had brought with him, but he still didn't have enough money.

The middle-aged woman's face was covered in orange furrows as she laughed and threw herself into the arms of the rich and powerful. Aiya, grandpa, you must be courting death. You have no conscience. Why aren't you looking at Little Red? She looks forward to seeing you everyday! ” He was fumbling with his hands where ordinary people kept their silver.

There were many rich people who brought crushed silver. They would definitely have a money bag on them. Those who did not have money would be kicked a few silver ingots into their pockets. As for those men who were truly rich, the money was in their pockets as well. Why, why did they bring banknotes!?

The old ladies did not find any money bags in the crotches of their rich pants. They felt a twitch in their hearts as their hands moved to his chest, pretending to stroke him. They touched his chest thoroughly. An astonishing smile immediately blossomed on his face as he left, crying out to the rich and powerful man, ”Butterfly, the branch has come out to receive our guest!”

The bawd's voice was loud and bright, penetrating. Rich and powerful people could feel the buzzing in their ears. He hadn't said a word since he arrived here.

The Brothel Keeper had called out the first-rate beauties of the Soul-Slaying Pavilion with this shout. They usually took care of the young masters of the rich families, and were the kind of beauties who could afford to pay a price. No gender, status discrimination.

However, there was also a type of high-quality goods here. These types of goods were not meant to be used by customers, but rather to be used by customers. It was not a question of whether the customers were happy or not. It is to see if she is in the mood to take your money, to see if you can make the impulse to pick up your money. These kinds of high grade goods were usually acquired by the brothels after spending an astonishing amount of wealth, manpower, and training. Other than participating in the competition among the brothels every year, they were used to raise the reputation of their own courtyard.

What he needed to do was to maintain the beauty's chastity and mysteriousness. A beauty like her would no longer rely on showing up to gain popularity. Rather, she would rely on showing up less, showing off more brands, and relying on her mysteriousness to increase her popularity. They were people who could cause a sensation with a single sentence.

It could be said that the more mysterious a woman was, the more annoying she was. It would be said that the more idle and energetic foppish young masters and senior generals were, the more they would waste their time and energy on her. They all thought of ways to bring the beauty home.

The more they fight to their heart's content, the more they fall victim to the brothel bawd's devious scheme, and the more they wish you would fight to the death every day. It would be better if a high official or a high younger brother, who is so obsessed with their girls in the building and thinks of them as sick and unable to eat or drink, were obsessed and even committed suicide.