Lu Bo felt a little nervous and had already quietly gone out to inquire about the situation.
As more and more men and wealthy people emerged from that shop...
They caught a man and started questioning him.
The more I listened, the more alarmed I became.
Back at the shop, he saw Song Shao with a complicated expression.
"Young Master, something has happened!"
"What's wrong?"
The young man smoothed out the wrinkles in his clothes, his eyes filled with heartache.
"Almost every customer over there buys two or three outfits. Watching the song and dance performances is one thing, but they're also really spending money on things. We underestimated them!"
Song Shaobai glared at him.
"How could that be? Didn't you tell me that as long as it's branded with the Song family, any product, no matter where it's from, will sell very well?"
The elderly butler chuckled softly.
Quietly closed the tightly shut door.
He then calmly said, "Young Master."
We could have easily resold the goods we bought cheaply from the Gu family in Yingzhou Prefecture and made a fortune, but after hearing the news, you insisted on coming here to play the hero!
Whose fault is this?
The young master sighed leisurely.
He glanced at the old man with complicated expression.
...
Madam Jia of Qunfang Pavilion is having a meeting with the girls.
The incident began when a young woman went out alone to drink and listen to music with a wealthy businessman from out of town.
With intense anger in her eyes, Madam Jia pointed her not-so-clean finger at the girls surrounding her.
"I've said it so many times, even when you go out to entertain guests, you must bring at least two strong and capable attendants from our building."
Xiaozhu, why are you so disobedient?
The young woman said coquettishly, "Oh dear, the guests specifically requested that no men be brought along except for the maids. If we disturb their enjoyment, how will they receive their reward money?"
Mrs. Jia, exasperated, tapped her forehead.
"Of course I know that making money is important, but when you're on someone else's turf, they can do whatever they want to you. Even if they don't pay you, you're still helpless and have no one to turn to."
How much does it cost to go out?
"One... hundred taels."
Now, upon hearing something amusing, Jia's mother pointed at her and said, "This is absolutely hilarious! You're going to leave for 100 taels? Are you desperate for money? You deserve to be miserable."
The woman was not convinced and muttered under her breath, "The fee for entertaining guests is one thing, and the fee for staying overnight is another, but it all went into my pocket."
With a trembling body, Jia's mother pointed at her and said, "The social interactions and personnel turnover in this building, as well as your food, drink, toilet facilities, accommodation, and safety, which one of them doesn't require me to pay out of my own pocket?"
What's wrong with me taking your money?
That's to be expected. Even if you rent a place now, you'd still have to pay the landlord several hundred yuan every month, right?
"You think you can be so stingy? There's no such thing as a free lunch!"
Xiao Zhu cried and said, "I want to be famous, I want to make money and get ahead. I'm getting older and older, and there's still Sister Ru Xue above me. When will the sisters below me get to get ahead?"
Mom, why don't you try a different approach?
Once my reputation grows among those clients, it's not the other way around that I'm building up the reputation of our Qunfang Pavilion.
These people are always looking for something better, and sooner or later they'll want to try it out with the other girls in the building.
Am I right, Mom?
I was basically the one who brought customers to the building; I was a major contributor.
The women had initially shared a common hatred with Jia's mother, watching her with a sense of indignation.
After all, she was the first person to break the rules.
They take a cut from guests who stay overnight at the building.
But once outside, all the tips given by the customers went into one person's pocket.
Several women looked at her and gradually felt sorry for her.
Mrs. Jia almost laughed in anger.
"I really didn't realize you were such a clever little fox!"
They've even started plotting against their mother.
"So, do you want me to give you a plaque to wear around your neck, a great contributor to the Pavilion of Beauties?"
The chattering of several women could be heard outside.
Mrs. Jia scolded, "Can't you all keep your voices down? Can't you see I'm scolding someone?"
One of the women whispered, "Mom, our building's reputation is about to skyrocket! The affordable clothing store recently held a clothing exhibition."
I heard from those people that Zhu Zhaodi and several others danced brilliantly on stage.
It made many men stare wide-eyed, drooling all over the place.
Everyone's wondering, are the girls in our pavilion really that skilled?
Mrs. Jia was slightly taken aback.
Have they really become famous?
Or did you become famous in some clothing store?
Dance performances selling clothes?
What does it mean to sell clothes while dancing and singing?
It sounds bizarre and absurd no matter how you look at it.
As for the snow-like girl, she was also pondering.
What is memory? Can you explain it to me? Is it serious or unserious?
Just as the girls in the building started chattering and discussing...
"I know Zhu Zhaodi. She doesn't talk much, but she dances really well. I used to learn from her for a while."
Just when I felt I was dancing well, he would always point out where my movements were not standard or my hand positions were not perfect.
Every piece of advice he gave was eye-opening.
She is indeed a very responsible teacher.
"Sister Niu sings very well. Whenever I encounter a song that I can't sing well, I go to her repeatedly, but she gets impatient."
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