Chapter 110 [Aristocratic Family Son] (13)
Because today is the day when the Second Young Master Zhao entertains all the brothers from the Diamond Boxing Hall. As we all know, where there is Zhao Er, Qian San will follow closely.
There are two people. One wants to take the daughter of the Zhao family as his brother-in-law. One of them strongly opposed it and repeatedly frustrated him.
Thank you Zhao Laoer!
Otherwise, he can't act like a reckless man and rush into Qian's house alone and kill Qian Laosan in full view of everyone. The key issue is that being in public view is not the point, but entering Qian's house alone is.
Qingfeng Tower, located in the east of the city, is the tallest building here, with a height of six floors. Countless lanterns were hung outside, and the whole place was brightly lit.
The first floor is both a hall and a place where rich people compete for power and spend thousands of dollars.
On the first and fifteenth day of every month, the most outstanding girl in the building will come out to solicit customers?
Anyway, if you want to talk about poetry and poetry with the oiran, you will have to spend a lot of money and defeat a lot of competitors. As for whether the beauty is just chatting with you or making love with you, it all depends on her own ability.
After all, it’s not like no one spent a thousand taels of silver just to drink a pot of tea in the room.
make trouble?
Just kidding, it is said that there are members of the Zhao, Qian, and Sun families in Qingfeng Tower, and so far no one has been able to successfully cause trouble.
In the building, Second Young Master Zhao led a dozen disciples who had been recruited from the inner courtyard of the Vajra Boxing Gym, pointed at the appetizers on the stage, and said with a smile.
"Is there any senior brother who likes you?"
"I don't know how much these two young masters cost." Someone in the crowd asked.
Hearing this, Zhao Laoer laughed.
"No matter how expensive it is, I can't afford it, so don't worry, brothers."
After a pause, he said again.
"Except for tonight's courtesan, the prices of the remaining women range from dozens of taels to a hundred taels. If there is no competition, three or fifty taels will be taken. If there is someone, everyone can at most shout About a hundred taels."
After saying that, he seemed to think of something and then explained.
"Brother, if a woman is willing to sleep with you, that's the best. If she doesn't want to, don't force her. This is a brothel, not a whorehouse."
In other words, if a woman is willing to fight, Willing to endure.
The Madam has made it clear long ago that the girl needs to recommend herself for the pillow mat. Otherwise, no matter how much money you spend, it's all your own. If you don't get the beauty back, you can't blame anyone.
The first beauty appears.
Everyone sitting in the hall looked to the left and right.
On one side are the disciples of the Diamond Boxing Hall headed by Zhao Er, and on the other side are the men headed by Qian San.
Everyone knows that there is no show tonight. Who in Laoting County has more money than the two young masters, but it is good to see a big show.
"Fifty taels."
"One hundred taels!"
The man named Zhao just shouted, and the man named Qian doubled it without saying a word.
“???”
No, that’s not how you spend money.
Even though the prostitute on the stage looks a bit beyond ordinary people, fifty taels is already the maximum price, and Qian Laosan’s price is doubled, which is simply outrageous.
Purely driving up currency prices.
“Give it to him, I want to see how many times he can shout.” Second Young Master Zhao waved his hand, as if he didn’t care, or even looked like he was watching a show.
Although the two of them are from a family, their monthly income is countless. No matter how rich you are, you can't just let your children and grandchildren spend it on death.
The second beauty appeared, and Mr. Zhao still shouted out the price of fifty taels.
Then Mr. Qian slapped him in the face.
“One hundred taels.”
“???”
Okay, okay, let’s play like this, right?
The third beauty, after taking the stage.
“One hundred taels!”
After Mr. Zhao finished shouting, before he could challenge him with his eyes, Mr. Qian’s high-pitched voice rang in his ears.
“Two hundred taels!!”
Even if he has more money than him, his voice is actually louder than him.
Fourth, fifth, and sixth place
No matter how much money Xiao Zhao pays, the opponent will definitely double it.
I thought I was watching a show, but suddenly I realized that the clown was actually me.
If it were not for the sake of face, I would have rolled up my sleeves and rushed forward to fight Mr. Qian with real swords and guns. It's a pity that that will only make him more embarrassed, and others will only say that he can't afford it.
Both sides bid all the way until the ninth place finally comes, when the oiran comes on stage. Since the first eight beauties were all stolen by Mr. Qian, Xiao Zhao had a lot of silver left in his pocket. More or less, it gave him some confidence.
“Five hundred taels!”
Hearing the bid, Mr. Qian glanced at Xiao Zhao with disdain.
"Master Qin, what do you think?"
Mr. Qian straightened his expression and asked a young man in rich clothes beside him with a slightly flattering look.
"Yes, I didn't expect that Laoting County, with a population of only a few hundred thousand, would have such outstanding Taiwanese. They are not inferior to the domestic prostitutes in the family."
This population The "Taiwanese" in "Taiwanese" refers to the fact that the beauties need to go on stage to wait for the guests to bid, so they have the nickname "Taiwanese". At least it is not as unpleasant as the word "prostitute", which sounds somewhat unpleasant.
"Let him sleep with you tonight."
"Okay."
After the words fell, Qian San looked at Xiao Zhao contemptuously.
Tell me, you kid, what’s the use of bringing a bunch of rough guys here to spend money?
Although I don’t have much money, I got permission from my father tonight. No matter how much I spend at Qingfeng Building, it will all be paid by the Qian family.
For a second-generation man who is receiving salary and wants to fight with a family, it is not enough for your biological father, Mr. Zhao, to come in person.
“Two thousand taels!!”
"???"
Not only Zhao Er was stunned in the entire hall, but the other spectators were even more stunned.
Two thousand taels!
“Wow——”
The hall suddenly became noisy, everyone was whispering to each other, and their eyes on Young Master Qian all changed. At first, the other party was quarreling with Xiao Zhao, thinking it was a battle of spirits, so everyone looked at Mr. Qian as they would a prodigal.
Today, not so much.
The Qian family is so arrogant.
Master Qian showed a proud smile on his lips. The price of two thousand taels was not for the oiran tonight, but for the young master from the county beside him.
"Master Qin, by the way, you are coming to Leting County this time." He stopped and did not continue to ask further questions. "If our Qian family can help, we will do our best."
"Well, you are a good boy. Let me tell you, it is nothing. I only have one loyal servant beside me, who is sixteen years old. Now, The martial arts realm is progressing slowly, and I heard that there is a fruit in Leting County, named Yunyang.
People who are at the blood transfusion level can reach the consummation of three blood transfusions without any side effects. He asked me for leave and wanted to come to Laoting County to ask for it. As for me, I was very quiet and thought about it, and I just wanted to go out to relax. After hearing about it, I came out together. "
"! ! "
When Mr. Qian heard this, his first reaction was that the Yunyang Fruit was not easy to obtain. For many years, only a few people had taken it. In the Qian family, only the eldest brother had taken it.
Think about it, as the three tyrants in Leting County The third son of one of the main families didn't get a share, so you can imagine the difficulty.
The second reaction was that he was sad. Look, what he wanted was dismissed. , even to the sons of servants
In other words, he is a young master, not even comparable to the son of a servant.
On the other side, Xiao Zhao wanted to grit his teeth and shout [three thousand taels]. However, when he saw Mr. Qian talking to the young man next to him in a low profile, he immediately stopped talking.
It is not clear for the time being, who is the person next to the enemy, and should not be offended easily. Once we figure it out, there will be plenty of opportunities to settle accounts in the future.
“Hmph!!”
Today, I am so embarrassed.
Tomorrow, the message that Xiao Zhao is not as good as Qian San will definitely spread.
"Brothers, please forgive me for my poor hospitality tonight. On the fifteenth day of this month, I will definitely apologize twice as much." Xiao Zhao clasped his fists, gave a salute to everyone, and said softly.
I have to say that his style is that of a real young master trained by his family, not a young master brother. He has a humble attitude and has never been disrespectful.
“Alas, the second young master is too polite.”
“That’s right, that’s right.”
The group of people were polite and the atmosphere was very harmonious.
The young man named Mr. Qin couldn't help but smile when he saw Xiao Zhao and a group of fellow apprentices acting like this, and said to Mr. Qian who was triumphant with a look like "You must have fallen into my hands today".
"Look, this is the style a young master should have. Who is this person? Let me rest tonight and let him help me tomorrow."
One sentence , directly letting the proud Mr. Qian freeze his expression.
I spent a lot of time, effort, and money on co-writing, and even gave a helping hand to someone named Zhao?
Me, him, you
There is a curse word in my chest, I don’t know whether to say it out.
In short, it makes Mr. Qian uncomfortable.
On the other side, Xiao Zhao and his fellow apprentices were about to leave Qingfeng Tower when they suddenly realized something was wrong.
“Hey, why is it foggy?”
Asking for a monthly ticket.
(End of this chapter)