Yan Xia put on her pants, put down her clothes, gently smoothed out the wrinkles, and washed her hands.
There was something that looked like soap next to the sink.
Touch it with your hand, and there will still be foam when you wash your hands.
It just doesn't have any fragrance, and its appearance isn't very appealing either.
She walked to the stairwell, climbed from the first floor to the fifth floor again, and as soon as she got up, she saw Huai'an sitting on the stairs crying.
What's wrong with you?
Yan Xia looked at him with a puzzled expression.
It seems like no one bullied him just now.
She didn't even touch him.
"No, it's nothing."
Huai'an wiped away her tears and said in a trembling voice.
"Oh, then I'll go back now. Come in when you're done crying."
She did pay for his service, even if it wasn't her money, but what kind of behavior is this, slacking off?
"Wait, wait a minute."
Huai'an didn't expect Yan Xia to leave without even asking any questions.
They quickly tried to persuade him to stay.
"What's wrong now?"
Yan Xia turned around, crossed her arms, and looked at him.
"I'm just a little scared, Sister Yan. This is my first time working as a prostitute. If it weren't for needing treatment for my father, I would never have come to a place like this, even if it meant dying. I feel... I feel like I don't belong here. I'm so scared, Sister Yan. I'm so afraid that one day I'll become as dirty as them, sob sob..."
After saying that, Huai'an started crying again.
"Getting dirty? I didn't ask you to clean the outhouse, what's so dirty about it? Are you still going in?"
Yan Xia was getting a little impatient.
I hate men who cry and whine the most.
"I, I'll go in."
Huai'an stood up, tears streaming down her face.
Its eyes are red, making it look even more like a little white rabbit.
He looked at Yan Xia with a pitiful and aggrieved expression.
He looked like he was being forced.
He seemed to want Yan Xia to ask him to redeem him from his servitude, and also to give him a few hundred taels of silver.
He had just asked Manager Zhu in the private room. Manager Zhu is a talkative person when he drinks, and he answers whatever is asked. He said that Manager Yan is the owner of Yan's Pastry Shop, which makes a fortune every day.
And they got divorced.
Huai'an thought that although she had several children, she was young and beautiful. If she took a fancy to him, he would never lack money for the rest of his life.
What do you mean by "first time serving a customer"? That's all bullshit.
Huai'an came to Wanhualou when he was ten years old.
I've met countless people.
He always used that innocent look to seduce customers.
Some people buy it, some don't.
Not everyone likes a naive and innocent girl. Those who are attracted to him are mostly older people, such as women in their forties and men in their thirties.
Some people wanted to redeem him, but Huai'an refused.
He is selective about who he hires.
She must be a woman, not too old, able to have children, good-looking, and extremely wealthy. She cannot be his mistress; she must marry him and give him a son.
The sick father is also fake.
Huai'an is a native of Jiangnan County.
He was the fourth son in a family of ordinary farmers. Because his mother was very fertile and had seven sons, he was not loved from a young age and was often hungry and cold. When he was 10 years old, he went to the city with his eldest brother. He saw prostitutes dressed in gold and silver sitting in open sedan chairs and being carried by six people to the mansions of noblemen. They looked like people of high status. The young boy was infatuated and vowed to make a lot of money. So when he got home, he threatened to kill himself and begged his parents to sell him to a brothel.
Because of his good looks, he was given special training by Wanhualou. He not only learned to play the xiao (a type of vertical bamboo flute), but also learned to read and write. He could even write two limericks. In addition, he often practiced his pure and innocent gaze in front of a bronze mirror.
He only served customers for two short years.
He earned more than six hundred taels of silver.
If it weren't for the exorbitant commission rates charged by Wan Hua Lou...
Three thousand taels is also possible.
But these are nothing compared to Yan's Pastry Shop.
Shopkeeper Yan perfectly met his requirements: she was good-looking, not too old, fertile, divorced, and could marry him. Her children were already grown up, and most importantly, she was rich. He heard that her branch in Jiangnan County alone sold more than two hundred taels a day.
Wow! That's over six thousand taels a day! And this is just for a branch store. I heard that Manager Zhu is also opening a branch store.
Wouldn't Manager Yan be earning five hundred taels of silver a day?
Just thinking about it made his mouth water.
If you can appease Manager Yan, redeem him from his servitude, and free him from his lowly status, why would he need to entertain customers? If you marry Manager Yan, all the money will be yours.
From time to time, he would whisper in her ear, causing Manager Yan to fall out with her children and have a child of his own.
To take control of Yan's Pastry Shop.
Although the social hierarchy is scholar, farmer, artisan, merchant.
Even if Shang is ranked at the bottom, most people still can't afford to be associated with him.
When he has more money than he can spend, he'll have ten men carry him in a sedan chair back to the village, and swagger around showing it off to his brothers and sisters to see how well he's doing.
The dream isn't over yet.
Yan Xia's words were like a bucket of ice water poured over his head.
"Don't go in. Consider the two taels of silver that Manager Zhu gave you as your payment. You can go now. I don't like to force myself on anyone."
It's ridiculous. They're already in a brothel, and he's still playing the innocent, virtuous man card with her. He may not want to laugh, but plenty of others are. Yan Xia has no habit of trying to persuade male prostitutes to reform.
After saying that, he turned and left, slamming the door shut.
Outside the door, Huai'an's eyes were brimming with tears, unsure whether she should let them fall.
His innocent expression suddenly changed, and he stared at the door with a sinister look.
"Pah, you old woman, I'd be disgusted even if you licked my feet."
Huai'an flicked his sleeves and left.
It was a close call that the hidden flute was thrown out.
When Yan Xia came in, Madam Zhu was already asleep and had been placed in a side room. Manager Zhu was swaying his hips along with the dancers, probably because he had drunk too much.
He would also lie on the table during the day.
Yan Xia sat down, wondering whether she should tell Manager Zhu that she was going back first.
Suddenly, Feng Shi, with half-closed eyes, climbed onto her arm.
Rest your head on her shoulder.
"Sister, let me toast you. Today is my birthday, and I'm so glad to have met you. Thank you for celebrating my birthday with me."
After saying that, he drank it all in one gulp. Yan Xia, who originally didn't want to drink, changed her mind when she heard it was his birthday.
Just then, the empty wine glass in front of her was refilled, and she picked it up and drank it all.
I just didn't expect this wine to be so spicy.
It wasn't apricot wine at all; it was strong liquor that Manager Zhu drank.
Yan Xia coughed twice, choked by the fumes, and picked up the wine jug containing apricot wine and shook it.
There's no more alcohol left.
No wonder he always poured her strong liquor.
Strange, the wine jug was half full when I left.
Before she could think it over, Fengshi pulled her aside and started chatting again.
Seven or eight minutes later, Yan Xia began to feel dizzy. Her mind, which had been mostly cleared by the cold wind, became confused again, and she could not even see Feng Shi's face clearly.
"Sister, you're so beautiful!"
"Sister, can I kiss you?"
"Sister, are you sleepy? Let me take you to the room next door to sleep."
Feng Shi's previously dazed eyes snapped open in an instant. He carried the unconscious Yan Xia in a princess carry to the next room, then returned to greet Manager Zhu.
It's pointless to fight.
Manager Zhu was also drunk, and he and Madam Zhu were fast asleep in the side room.
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