So, this "Heaven on Earth" brothel, the Red Sleeve Pavilion, is actually run by Zhao Cheng?

If that's the case... doesn't he know perfectly well what's behind those three silhouettes?

Why bother betting with him?!

Sure enough, Zheng Hongxiu looked doubtful and said, "Boss, I have a question. Although you beat Xu An, you could have just found a girl who wasn't as pretty as Dong Hua. There was no need to send a man up, was there?"

Zhao Cheng understood Zheng Hongxiu's meaning and said, "Are you worried about affecting our business?"

"I am indeed worried."

Zhao Cheng crossed his legs and laughed, "You're overthinking it. With my arrangement, the building's business will only get better!"

"Boss, why is this?"

Zheng Hongxiu asked in confusion, looking at Zhao Wu and Dong Hua, who were also completely bewildered.

Zhao Cheng stood up, paced back and forth, and said, "If word gets out about what happened tonight, it will make a lot of people curious. Our brothel not only has the former top courtesan of Tianxiang Tower, but also many attractive new faces, and even male dancers! And they dance just as well as women! Everyone will wonder what else Heaven and Earth has that we don't know about? Where are their bottom lines?"

"They've fallen into our trap because they think that way, since we update in real time and have no bottom line!"

As he spoke, Zhao Cheng leaned close to Zheng Hongxiu's ear and whispered, "You've been in this business for so long, what kind of customers with all sorts of fetishes haven't you seen?"

Zheng Hongxiu was immediately enlightened, her eyes lit up, and she laughed, "Boss, you're brilliant!"

Zhao Cheng chuckled and said, "Don't exaggerate, how tall is it?"

Zheng Hongxiu chuckled and gave a thumbs-up, saying, "It's several stories high!!"

Just then, someone outside called out, "Mother Zheng!"

Zheng Hongxiu immediately stopped smiling, revealing her domineering aura, and walked behind the door, saying, "Speak!"

"A guest insisted on staying overnight..."

"Are you out of your mind?! You have to come to me with something like this?"

"No...that man...he wants...he wants the male dancer from before..."

Zheng Hongxiu paused for a moment, then turned to look at Zhao Cheng.

So this is it?

Zhao Cheng made a gesture, first pointing to himself, then waving his hand, and finally waving to Zheng Hongxiu to signal her to get busy.

The gesture means very simply: "I don't know anything, you go about your business."

After Zheng Hongxiu left, Zhao Wu and Dong Hua exchanged a glance, and then they couldn't help but laugh.

"Master, was my acting good? Did I look like a subordinate who hated his incompetence? And my sword-drawing move... wasn't it dashing?"

Zhao Cheng's lips twitched, and he said, "You're just like an incompetent subordinate! And that sword-drawing gesture of yours wasn't acting; it's your bad habit!"

"Donghua acted the best." Zhao Cheng touched Donghua's little face and laughed, "Donghua perfectly conveyed the guilt of causing her master to lose money because of her appearance, as well as the stubbornness of questioning whether her appearance was really inferior to others. She used her eyes to express these two complex and contradictory emotions without any conflict! Her eyes can speak; she can act with just her eyes!"

"An award-winning actress!!" Zhao Cheng exclaimed, "My maid is an award-winning actress!"

Donghua asked suspiciously, "Master is using strange words again. What is 'Movie Queen'?"

"It's just to praise your acting! Better than Zhao Wu's!"

"Oh... just better than him, that's not a big deal."

Zhao Cheng: "..."

Zhao Wu: "..."

"May tonight go well, let's go back!" Zhao Cheng led the two out.

Dong Hua tugged at Zhao Cheng's sleeve from behind the door and said, "My sister..."

"Don't worry," Zhao Cheng said gently, "Let the bullets fly for a while."

This is the fifth year since Zhao Cheng transmigrated to this world.

Five years is enough time to change a person's lifestyle and way of thinking, and Zhao Cheng had long since accepted the identity of the young prime minister.

He was only fifteen years old when he transmigrated. He was quite excited after learning about his illustrious identity. After all, he had suffered too much in his previous life. In this life, he wanted to be a carefree young master and even make a lot of money by using his knowledge of the history of his previous life to predict the future.

But he soon discovered that the Jing Kingdom he lived in was not something that existed in his previous life; it was a parallel world similar to ancient society.

Alright, then I'll just stay put, not cause trouble, and enjoy the wonderful life in the capital, Changsui, becoming a famous young master in Changsui. For example, "Young Master Changsui" sounds pretty cool, similar to those famous rich second-generation young masters in the Beijing circle in my previous life.

Money, beautiful women, luxury cars, extravagant nightlife...

A month later, the court appointed a new Left Chancellor, and Zhao Cheng's father inexplicably became the Right Chancellor, moving his entire family to Yanchuan, the eastern capital...

Let's put it this way: comparing Yanchuan to Changsui is like comparing the Sixth Ring Road to the Second Ring Road.

So the young master from the Second Ring Road worked hard and stayed in Yanchuan to look for business opportunities, and he actually figured out some tricks of the trade.

For example, brothels.

He also runs other businesses, all behind the scenes, making big money from behind the scenes.

In the eyes of the common people of Yanchuan, the young prime minister of the Right Prime Minister's Mansion was a playboy who indulged in drinking, gambling, whoring, making trouble, and acting absurdly.

For example, tonight, the young prime minister's outrageous and wasteful deeds will be widely publicized again.

They actually gambled on the Right Prime Minister's residence!

In the many years since the founding of the Great Jing Kingdom, no one has ever used the Prime Minister's Mansion as a stake!

Although the bet was won, the general public doesn't care about the outcome; they only exaggerate how absurd the whole thing was.

The next day.

Zhao Cheng sauntered around the street like a crab, glancing at Zhao Wu with displeasure, and said, "You've won a marquis's mansion, can't you walk a little more arrogantly?"

Zhao Wu, mimicking Zhao Cheng, bounced around like an idiot and asked, "Is that so?"

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