After looking at them for a while, I realized that although the paintings on the wall were not by any famous artists and there were no genuine antiques, the painting skills were quite good, and they had a certain charm and artistic conception.

And those ceramic figurines of the twelve zodiac animals, each one looks incredibly lifelike.

The dishes were served quickly, but they looked rather strange.

This was a plate of raw vegetables, you could even call it grass, since he didn't recognize it. Along with this plate of grass came a dish of yellow sauce.

Han Xuri, who considered himself well-traveled and knowledgeable, felt utterly ignorant. He looked up at the waiter serving the dishes.

"Sir, this dish is called vegetable salad."

It's a dish that people from other countries like to eat. It tastes great dipped in the salad dressing on the plate. You should try it.

As for the other dishes you ordered, they will take a little while.

After the servant left, Han Xuri picked up his chopsticks and, for the first time ever, started eating "grass." Surprisingly, it tasted quite good with the sauce.

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The following dishes were all served, and each one was delicious and beautifully presented.

Having tasted the imperial banquet, he had to admit that the dishes at this club were truly unique.

After having our meal and paying the bill, we were led by a waiter to listen to some music. I thought it would be some kind of plaintive singing, but it turned out to be a song.

Although it's different from what I usually hear, it's surprisingly pleasant to listen to, and most importantly, it's easy to understand.

With each place he visited, Han Xuri became more eager to learn more about the owner.

However, the mystery surrounding the owner of this house is comparable to that of a national treasure.

Regardless of how curious Han Xuri was, in reality, everyone else who came to this club shared the same thought as Han Xuri.

With such ingenuity, if you were to get to know them and recruit them for your own use, it would be impossible not to make a fortune.

"Waiter, come here. I've taken a liking to that young lady who was singing earlier. Go and call her over. She'll keep me company tonight."

"Here, is one hundred taels of silver enough?"

Han Xuri was lost in thought when he was interrupted by a sudden voice.

The one who made the outrageous remarks was a fat man, known as Chen Fugui, the illegitimate son of the Marquis of Guang'an.

Because of his concubine's favor, her status in the Guang'an Marquis's mansion was comparable to that of the legitimate son.

Especially in terms of money, the concubine came from a merchant family and brought a lot of money with her as dowry.

Therefore, Chen Fugui usually spent more lavishly in this area than the other sons of the Marquis's family.

Chen Fugui has two great hobbies: gluttony and womanizing.

If he sets his sights on a beautiful woman, there's basically no woman he can't get.

Especially those who make a living by performing outside, he believed that as long as he had enough money, there was no girl he couldn't win over.

They're going to spend money again today.

His cronies, who had come with him, joined in the commotion. Anyone who had been to Huicui Pavilion knew that the girls there were entertainers, not prostitutes.

We just sing and dance here. If anyone wants a girl, the door is open.

"Please go straight ahead, turn right, then turn left, and that's the brothel."

No matter your status, you have no special privileges here. After all, it's clearly stated at the entrance.

"All guests who enter the Huicui Pavilion are considered customers of the Huicui Club. Every customer enjoys the same treatment and must abide by the rules of the pavilion."

There are no high-ranking officials or nobles here, only customers.

Therefore, guests who enter the club are not allowed to use their special status to ask the club's staff (male or female) to do things they do not want to do.

In particular, anyone who harasses club staff will be permanently blacklisted by the club…

If you understand, come in; if you don't, don't come in. At the beginning of the opening, some people did try to cause trouble and provoke the tea masters.

As it turned out, they were kicked out on the spot. And that wasn't all; apparently, the shop caught fire that very night, resulting in considerable losses.

That's why, if Chen Fugui, who's drunk today, wants to exercise his aristocratic rights, he'll have to see if Huicui Pavilion will give him the time of day.

"Sir, if you need a lady, you can go straight out, turn right, and then turn left. There are brothels over there that will surely satisfy you."

Our girls do not provide services such as eating, drinking, or sleeping with guests. Please don't make things difficult for us, sir.

Otherwise, I'll lose my job.

Upon hearing this, Chen Fugui's eyes widened.

"I don't care whether you keep your job or not."

"Stop dawdling and bring that girl who just finished singing over here right now, or I'll smash up this lousy place."

The servant realized he couldn't persuade him otherwise.

"Sir, please calm down. I'll go ask the manager how to resolve this matter."

Chen Fugui was very pleased with his servant's tact.

"See? What girl who only sells her art and not her body? That's because she hasn't met a tough one."

You all have fathers who are at least second or third rank, or at the very least fourth or fifth rank. Why should you be afraid of the rules of this little Gathering Pavilion?

"See, they have to do whatever I tell them to do."

A pale-faced, scholarly-looking young man standing nearby fawned over him.

"Yes, yes, our Young Master Chen is still the most powerful. Then let's wish Young Master Chen a happy wedding night."

I'll tell you guys about what it's like being a girl who sells her art but not her body tomorrow.

"What if it's a virgin..."

She spewed a lot of vulgarities, which really didn't match her outfit.

"Young Master Chen, this is the manager of this Hui Cui Pavilion. Just now, a servant came to me, saying that there was something he couldn't handle."

"Young Master Chen, is there anything I can help you with?"

The visitor was the person in charge of the food service at Huicui Pavilion. His name was Chang Yi.

Faced with an outcome that was clearly not what he wanted, Chen Fugui became enraged. He slammed his hand on the table and said...

"Didn't I just say that he should bring the girl named Hongchou who sang the song earlier?"

"Tonight, I'm taking her home. What, can't you understand such a simple thing?"

Chang Yi smiled and said,

"Well, may I ask why Young Master Chen wants to bring Miss Hongchou home? She is neither your sister, nor a relative of Young Master Chen's family, nor one of Young Master Chen's wives or concubines."

Bringing a complete stranger home seems inappropriate; it could damage Young Master Chen's reputation.

Chang Yi's words almost made Chen Fugui's nose crooked with anger, but they amused the onlookers.

Unexpectedly, Chang Yi, who is always smiling at everyone, can be quite witty and infuriating when he speaks.

But it's true, you have no relationship with that girl, so why are you taking her home? What are you planning to do? There's no reason for it.

"How dare you! Who gave you the audacity to speak to me like that?" Chen Fugui slammed his fist on the table again.

Chang Yidao said, "Young Master Chen, you'd better not be angry. Miss Hongchou really has nothing to do with you."