"Well, Your Majesty, how can we make irresponsible remarks? If I were to let outsiders hear it, not only would my business in the Imperial Capital be in jeopardy, but my life and property would also be in jeopardy!"
"Yes, yes, sir, that's right."
The master of the Blood Refining Hall knew that the son of the Minister of Rites was all talk and no action.
He also likes to be caught with some small handles.
"As for your proposal just now..."
Young Master Song glanced at the door and saw it open. Several young ladies who had changed their clothes and were holding wooden basins were standing there, including Hua Nongying.
"I will mention it to my father. After the Hidden Dragon Conference, it's time for some fun. I think the Hundred Flowers Festival is fine, but it still needs the decision of the officials and His Majesty. That's something I can't influence."
"You have been a great help, young master!"
The Blood Refining Hall Master bowed and handed over a bottle of pills: "It's just a small gift, not a token of respect."
"Um?"
Young Master Song seemed not very satisfied with the thank-you gift. He raised his eyebrow and complained that it was too little.
The Blood Refining Hall Master chuckled and said, "This thing is something I got by accident. It is said to be made from the Nine Yang things, and it is the best for nourishing Yin and strengthening Yang."
"Well, go ahead." Young Master Song put it away silently.
The head of the Blood Refining Hall nodded, and then exchanged glances with Luo Yesen.
"Let's go now..."
Luo Yesen looked at the two rows of young ladies brought in by Hua Nongying, reluctant to leave.
Aren’t there enough people? Enough to open two mahjong tables.
After hearing Mr. Song's words "stay here", the door was slammed shut.
As the two of them walked down the stairs, the Blood Refining Hall Master curled up the corner of his mouth into a sneer.
"In this way, the scene on the day when Tianren City appeared in the world can be considered lively, and it will be easier to fish in troubled waters... If the people from Yinyang Hall can't get in... The old master can't say that I am incompetent."
“Hehehe…”
Luo also laughed in cooperation.
Lao Luo has always been good at living a life of idleness and waiting to die. He was like this when he was around Han Zhen during the meeting of the top leaders of the Demon Summoning Sect. Whenever the National Master mentioned some plan, he would act as the atmosphere creator.
Anyway, he couldn't figure out what the national teacher wanted to do, so he just laughed.
The Blood Refining Hall Master suddenly felt that Luo Yesen understood him very well.
It seems that the plan is already half successful before it is even implemented.
When passing by the counter, he threw out a glass pearl and said:
"Take good care of the young master we brought with us. He is the three-foot-tall god you all look up to. Do not neglect him."
"Sir, we treat all our guests equally."
"Hehe, I guess you know what I'm talking about."
The Blood Refining Hall Master felt that everything was self-explanatory.
No matter who the owner of this place is, can he really do a decent business? He will lose money.
If you open a business not for money, is it for interest or hobby?
.......
After a moment.
Li Mo, Xie Xuan, and Zhong Zhenyue came in.
"Boss, I've always said that this is a legitimate business, but the guest from Piaoxiang Pavilion doesn't seem to believe it."
"When I chased him out, I couldn't find him anymore."
This female shopkeeper used to be a bottle girl in Fengyue Xiaozhu, and even earlier, she was a woman from a merchant family.
Later, her family committed a crime and she was sent to the brothel of the Ministry of Rites, and ended up here after many twists and turns.
"Then return it to the guests of Piaoxiang Pavilion."
Li Mo didn't even look at the bead, but looked at the business in the store.
To be honest, it seems a bit deserted.
He was not surprised by this phenomenon. After all, his place was very serious and most people didn't go there seriously, so it was normal that business was not good.
"Old Zhong, what are you doing with the beads in your pocket?"
"Ah? Hiss...what's going on? It seems like the bead has slipped into my arms by itself."
Zhong Zhenyue curled his lips, put the glass bead back on the stage, and muttered:
"I thought we would make a fortune once we opened the business, but I didn't expect that even the salaries would have to be paid out of Brother Li's own pocket..."
"Not everyone is like Brother Xie, who can wash eight times a day, just to wash his feet."
"Then why do you want to open this store, Brother Li?"
Zhong Zhenyue didn’t quite understand.
In fact, it's not just him, anyone else would find it difficult to understand.
"Foot massage alone seems a little monotonous... Let's add some more items when the time comes, step by step. With more people, business will naturally improve."
Li Mo has no plans to make money.
But it is still necessary to make this place more lively.
Xie Xuan coughed lightly and asked, "Where's No. 88?"
The female shopkeeper said helplessly: "Madam Nong Ying also went to Piaoxiang Pavilion, and...she is now the manager."
"How come I don't know?" Xie Xuan was stunned.
Zhong Zhenyue coughed lightly: "I agree, she gave a little too much..."
"????"
“….”
Li Mo was speechless for a moment.
One comes every day and catches a technician to wash his feet eight times.
One would rather bribe his boss to stay in Fengyue Cottage.
Well, it’s hard to comment.
If you think about it carefully, the latter is more strange. Li Mo tore up the indentures of all the girls at that time, and even gave some money to those who wanted to leave.
It was understandable that most people chose to stay at that time. After all, some girls could not survive outside if they left here. But that was not the case for Hua Nongying. How could such a beauty on the Hundred Flowers List have nowhere to go?
I even paid out of my own pocket to stay...
It can't be because of me, right?
Snap——
At this moment, there were sudden sounds of smashing and arguing in Piaoxiang Pavilion.
"Are there any guests causing trouble?"
The female shopkeeper holding the account book was stunned.
"Close the door, let go..."
Li Mo remembered that his master was not there, so he coughed lightly and said, "Let's go up and take a look."
As we went upstairs, the sound became clearer.
What it said seems to be:
"I just ate the Nine Yang Pill, and you told me that the food here is vegetarian?"
"You treat me like a prostitute? You think this is the property of the imperial city?"
"Hehe, go ahead and scream. Even if you scream until your throat hurts, no one will dare to stop me..."
Bang--
Under Zhong Zhenyue's distressed look, Li Mo kicked the door open.
He saw Mr. Song, with a red face, impatiently untying his belt, and a woman, who seemed to be fixed in place, kneeling at his feet.
The woman was Hua Nongying. Veins bulged on her neck and she seemed to be trying hard to break free of something, but she couldn't move at all, and couldn't even close her mouth.
As her eyes turned, she saw Li Mo kicking the door open, and a tear fell from the corner of her eye.
"Which bastard?"
Master Song turned around angrily.
He had been wanting to have sex with Hua Nongying for a long time, but he didn't dare to act rashly because the fourth prince, or more precisely the crown prince, was the backer of this place. But now the arrow is on the string and has to be shot, as someone actually kicked his door.
Li Mo's gaze moved downward, and his eyes suddenly became a little compassionate.
“Tsk….”
"????"
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