There are indeed more than just Chunshui Tower in Yongzhou City; there's also Zuimeng Tower right here in front of us.
Jing Zhe had heard about this place in the morning. As he walked along, he found that it was only one street away from Chunshui Tower, and the location was not bad.
However, the scale and decoration of Zuimenglou are far inferior to Chunshuilou, and it also reveals traces of imitation everywhere, with a strong sense of knock-off.
No wonder they couldn't beat Chunshui Tower; they lost in terms of momentum.
That's even better; turning the tide against all odds is always exciting.
Jing Zhe stepped inside and found that the layout of the building was largely similar to that of Chunshui Tower. A middle-aged woman was sitting at a table, looking languid. Hearing footsteps behind her, she immediately turned around.
"Have you found out about Young Master Kun?"
Upon seeing that two unfamiliar men had entered, he seemed somewhat dejected, but still stood up with a smile.
"Young master, what a refined taste you have! What brings you here at this hour? I'll go upstairs and call the ladies down!"
She was about to go upstairs when Jing Zhe quickly stopped her.
"Madam, I'm here to do business!"
"..."
Her expression was not much different from that of the madam in Chunshui Tower when she heard these words. Jing Zhe didn't waste any words and directly took out the ice from the porcelain jar.
"Madam, I want to do business with you in the ice business!"
"ice?"
The middle-aged woman took a closer look and her face turned pale with surprise. Seeing this, Jing Zhe quickly seized the opportunity to strike while the iron was hot.
"Madam should know that ice in the height of summer is a rare commodity. Apart from the royal family, how could anyone else enjoy it? If Zui Meng Lou were to purchase this ice, it would be unique in Yongzhou. Whether for chilling wine or cooling down, the effect would be exceptionally good! At that time, guests would flock here, and the business in the building would be even better than that of Chun Shui Lou!"
"This price..."
"Not much, just one tael of silver for a jar of ice!"
The middle-aged woman was clearly tempted, but she knew her own limitations very well. After hesitating for a moment, she finally shook her head.
"Young master, the ice cream is delicious, but it only works if there are customers to buy it!"
With a sigh, the middle-aged woman continued, "Don't laugh at me, young master, but compared to Chunshui Tower, Zuimeng Tower has far fewer customers. My family's wealth is limited, and I don't have any extra money coming in. I'm truly willing but unable to do anything about it!"
"Easy! I can make the Drunken Dream Pavilion's customer base surge!"
Jing Zhe patted his chest, full of confidence.
Those who frequent brothels every night are mostly bookish men who pretend to be cultured. What attracts them, besides beautiful women, is poetry, especially excellent poetry. The poem he composed at Chunshui Tower last night is a good example of this.
For Jing Zhe, who has witnessed the power of traffic and the nationwide trending topics, this fact is far too trivial.
At worst, he could write a poem called "Drunken Dream Tower," generate buzz, and his online traffic would surge.
"you?"
The middle-aged woman gave him a skeptical look and shook her head, saying, "Chunshui Tower is currently riding high. To compete with them for customers at this time is nothing short of wishful thinking!"
"Madam, I really can!"
"Hehe, young master, please don't joke. You're not some young master Akun who can write 'Spring water is bluer than the sky'!"
"Does Madam really think so highly of Young Master Kun?"
Jing Zhe smiled.
"Of course! With a poem from Young Master Akun, I'm confident I can compete with Spring Water Pavilion! If I can also get Young Master Akun to leave his calligraphy, Drunken Dream Pavilion will soar to new heights, attracting a constant stream of customers. At that time, buying his ice won't be a problem!"
"Since Madam speaks so highly of Young Master Kun, things will be much easier!"
"Easy? Heh."
The middle-aged woman sneered, "How could a remarkable person like Young Master Kun be so easy to invite? To be honest, this morning after hearing that poem about spring water, I sent people out to inquire about Young Master Kun's whereabouts, but we still haven't found him!"
He sighed after saying that.
Jing Zhe smiled, shook his head, and spread his hands, saying, "Alright, I'll stop pretending and come clean. I am, in fact—"
"lady!"
Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a loud shout from outside the door. The word "Ah Kun" stuck in his throat, making him feel uncomfortable.
The middle-aged woman didn't pay much attention to what he said.
Whoever you are, it can't be Young Master Kun—in her eyes, Young Master Kun is a genius with exceptional skills, one in a million.
Talented men, on the other hand, are fond of elegant things like playing the zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting. They would never do something as dishonorable as engaging in business.
Therefore, she prejudicially assumed that the handsome young man in front of her, who was trying his best to sell her ice, was a middleman.
Ever since the Drunken Dream Pavilion opened, the middle-aged woman has been obsessed with how to make money off men, while Jing Zhe is only thinking about making money off her. No wonder she's not enthusiastic!
...
The most painful thing in life is when you've laid a lot of groundwork to show off, only to have it all abruptly interrupted by life.
"Danger! Pull it out!"
The level of pain is roughly like this; any man would understand.
An angry Jing Zhe turned around and saw several scantily clad and glamorous women walking in together. Two of them were the same two women who had stopped him and Hanhan on the road earlier and asked Hanhan, "Are you Young Master Akun?"
Many men come to Zuimeng Tower, but it is rare for someone to come so early in the morning. So when the women came in, they looked at Jing Zhe and their eyes were a little greedy after they saw his face.
The two women were somewhat surprised, wondering how they had gotten here.
"Has it been found?"
The middle-aged woman's words brought the woman back to her senses.
"Madam, we've searched every street and alley, but we still can't find Young Master Kun!"
"I heard he was specially invited by Lin Wenyao, the son of the prefect, to deal with Young Master Chen. Young Master Chen left the city this morning!"
"So we're guessing, after finishing writing the lyrics last night, did Young Master Lin take Young Master Kun back to his residence, which is why we can't find him?"
"..."
The girls took turns telling each other what they had heard on the street.
Upon hearing this, the woman couldn't help but sigh, "If that's the case, why did it take so long to return? How did you manage to ascertain what Young Master Kun looks like?"
Don't even mention it!
Upon hearing this, the women poured out their grievances.
"I've heard that Young Master Kun is eight feet tall and has a burly build!"
"His face was as big as a basin, his face was full of fat, and he was broad-shouldered and thick-waisted!"
"this…"
To be honest, the woman was frightened by their description of his appearance. This was no scholar; he looked more like a bandit!
"Not only did we not see him, but many people impersonated Young Master Akun in an attempt to take advantage of us!"
"Exactly, exactly! It's so annoying!"
As they said this, everyone's gazes fell squarely on Jing Zhe and Hanhan.
"..."
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