She's patient and sings wonderfully. Every time I hear her sing, I feel like my throat is being choked, and I'm just clucking and squawking.
"That's because they're older and don't like to show their faces in public, and the clients only like young girls. That's why they were made to step back and teach us in the backyard. Otherwise, how would we have a chance to stand out?"
Jia's mother received this jumbled mess of information.
He shook his head.
Everything is a mess.
A group of men had already poured in from outside.
He shouted loudly, "Where is my mother? Grandpa, I want to see a song and dance performance, I want to hear music!"
Mrs. Jia smiled broadly.
This person was dressed in fine silk and satin, and had a round belly, like a woman who was five or six months pregnant.
They're obviously rich.
"Sir, tell me how many girls you want, and I'll arrange it for you!"
Outside, the sun was shining brightly, and a gust of wind blew from time to time, creating a lively atmosphere inside the building.
The man waved his hand: "I don't like people who dress too revealingly, it's too vulgar!"
I don't like people who dress too conservatively or act all prim and proper.
The movements must be alluring, and the eyes must be seductive.
Mrs. Jia was slightly taken aback.
They stared at him as if he were an idiot.
"What kind of taste is this? Going to a brothel and not allowing the girls to wear too little or too much clothing, what a strange perspective!"
The man, annoyed, took out a silver ingot and threw it at her.
"Any more objections?"
Mrs. Jia nodded with a smile, "Sir, what do you say we should do? We'll listen to whatever arrangement you make here. You're the boss!"
Even if it requires dressing up like a celestial fairy, we will do our best to achieve it.
The fat man pondered for a while.
He tentatively asked, "Are there any girls who can wield swords?"
Mrs. Jia asked uncertainly and ambiguously, "What does 'swordplay' mean?"
She silently glanced down at the man's crotch.
The man gave her a look of disdain.
"What kind of filthy garbage is in your head, you old madam? I've seen and experienced all sorts of things. This isn't a sex business; it's legitimate swordplay!"
"Go, put a thick bamboo pole in the room for me, and have the girl try to pierce it with an iron sword! It's best if she can pierce it in one go. I didn't get enough of watching her at the cheap shops. I heard that the woman who performed on the high platform came from your brothel. She was the most despised old maid that no one wanted, and that's why she was bought by someone."
I was thinking, if a young girl were stronger, wouldn't she be able to take off? The bamboo fragments just exploded…”
Jia's mother: "?"
My head is spinning.
More and more men started throwing money around, shouting arrogantly.
Soon, a pile of large silver ingots appeared in front of Mama Jia.
It resembles a small hill.
My heart ached. I never imagined that such a cute and lovable little thing could feel so hot to hold.
"Find me ten girls, one to sing, one to wield a sword, and the rest nameless dancers."
"The backup dancers showed off their slim waists and did splits."
"Arrange it quickly!"
Madam Jia stared blankly at the man, then turned to look at Ru Xue, who also looked dazed.
A chattering woman.
I've realized something—
Qunfangge has become a hit.
Xiao Zhu, her face a mess from crying, looked like a cat's. The silly girl with red eyes cried out, "It was my fault! I stayed up half the night thinking about opening up the reputation of the building, but it's not as good as someone dancing, singing, and wielding a sword on the stage. Am I crazy, or has the world gone mad?"
Grandma Jia stared at those men, their faces filled with fanaticism.
A sentence inexplicably came to mind:
Do you know that you might be missing out on a crazy opportunity to get rich quick?
Suddenly, I remembered that man in the blue robe, with an ordinary face, who wasn't young.
"How stupid of me! That man asked to borrow Ruxue temporarily, and I actually refused?"
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