Lu Chengfeng flicked his sleeves.
"Walk."
Jia's mother chased after them.
Those pimps, their big heads full of questions, wondered why these girls were so excited and passionate.
One of the quick-witted people laughed and said, "Aren't you stupid? If this were on the street, Young Master Lu might actually teach Mr. Liaozhai a lesson. But where are we? This is a brothel. The girls these days just like talented people. He wrote the storybooks and the poems."
Why not rush to curry favor with Mr. Liaozhai and try to get him to write some of his works to raise his own value?
They were just thinking about getting to know each other when, unexpectedly, a windfall fell from the sky and landed right around them. If they couldn't even seize such an opportunity, they might as well just suffocate themselves in a block of tofu.
I see.
You can win anywhere, but in a brothel, Young Master Lu, you're doomed to lose.
The hot-blooded old lady immediately grabbed his crotch and kicked his anus.
Madam Jia flattered, "Is this gentleman truly the author of *Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio*?"
Fu Ping'an rebuked, "Those who have been smearing Mr. Liaozhai have all gone far away. Who would dare to impersonate him now?"
"Hehe, since it's Mr. Liaozhai who's speaking, let's do as he says, three hundred and ninety-nine taels is acceptable?"
Chen Xian looked at her coldly, without saying a word.
The other women, like Xue, began to quietly advise her: "Mother, make a good connection. This man is the author of Liaozhai. With his talent, as long as he's happy, he can write a story or a poem for the girls in the brothel, and it will immediately spread throughout the whole county. There's really no need to offend such a person just to make him angry."
The other girls also started to paint a rosy picture for her: "Mom, what if one of your sisters gets guidance from the 'Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio' master and their value skyrockets in the future? Wouldn't you be the one who benefits the most?"
Hearing those words, Madam Jia felt they made even more sense, and said with a pained expression, "Sir, how about two hundred and ninety-nine taels?"
Chen Xian looked at Fu Ping'an: "How is it?"
Fu Pingan generously tossed out three hundred taels of silver notes: "Keep the change."
With a pained expression, Jia's mother went back to her room to search for her indenture.
When she returned shortly after, Qingqing knelt before Chen Xian and said, "Thank you, Mr. Liaozhai."
Having obtained the indenture, Fu Ping'an lit it directly on the candle flame.
The girls in the building looked at Qingqing and gathered around to chat, their faces full of blessings: "Qingqing, you've finally made it through this difficult time. I hope you'll be happier and happier in the future."
"Thanks."
Looking at the paper that had been burned to ashes, Jia's mother was filled with sorrow.
It's all my money.
Chen Xian calmly said, "Aunt Jia, I have another business deal to discuss with you. I wonder if you're interested?"
Mrs. Jia gets a headache whenever she hears about business, and said nervously, "Please speak, sir."
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