The mascot of the weaving and dyeing workshop is a colorful peacock that can only be admired from afar and not touched. However, with its strong will to survive, it has become the gold medal salesperson in the workshop, with its performance leading the way and far ahead.
In just three months around the New Year, he managed to secure trading orders worth tens of thousands of taels by using sweet talk or even selling his body.
Sales staff in the weaving and dyeing workshop and the base material workshop all receive commissions. This is the rule set by Han Zeyu.
This is not a carrot dangling in front of a donkey. As long as the transaction is completed, you can get real money.
Logically speaking, he should be able to redeem himself after the New Year, but this man has the money but has not taken any further action.
Han Zeyu interviewed the gold medal sales champion and asked him why he didn't leave the workshop. Could it be that he fell in love with the feeling of being a high-ranking official?
The peacock man nodded. I know I am handsome, and others know he is handsome, but for various reasons, I have to stay away from him who is so handsome.
This feeling of being treated as the snow lotus of Tianshan Mountain, which is so close yet so far, so elusive, and so present and so absent, is quite intoxicating.
Being someone's lover, concubine, or male favorite are all minor matters. During the short six months of transformation in the weaving and dyeing workshop, he realized the true meaning of the industry.
Reporter Han wrote swiftly, recording in detail the mental journey of this "service industry" elite.
But as he wrote, he realized something was wrong. He was running a legitimate workshop, not a male model training class.
This guy successfully attained enlightenment while working to pay off his debts. How can he be justified?
Good fortune and misfortune go hand in hand. Facing the Bole who helped him to achieve enlightenment, Qianlima shed tears of emotion.
"If I tell the truth, can you let me go?"
A handsome man never lies to a handsome man. Han Zeyu said sincerely, "Not necessarily. You can tell me."
The peacock man was speechless. This black-hearted guy, couldn't he just let him go? Even if he had to lie to him, it would be fine!
Han Zeyu considered it carefully and said, "I can promise that I won't settle the score later."
Because if he had a grudge, he would have taken it right there and then. At the very least, he still had the whole summer. Why wait until autumn? It wasn't like he was going to be executed in autumn.
The peacock man had no idea of the black-hearted capitalists' tricks. He thought he had seen a way out and quickly expressed his concerns.
"I can't go back to the capital. To be honest, I originally planned to go to the Jiangnan area to make a living, but unexpectedly, I came to the Shuzhou area by accident and suddenly found that the Bashu, Sichuan and Chongqing areas are also quite suitable for making a living."
Han Zeyu looked up and down at the Peacock Man, and sighed in his heart, the IP address is correct, coming to Sichuan and Chongqing can be said to have found your happy hometown.
But then again, who said you can't go back to Beijing?
The peacock man smiled bitterly: "I am just a commoner. She is Miss Sun from the noble Earl's Mansion. Her husband is a fifth-rank official. If they want to deal with me, wouldn't it be easy?"
Han Zeyu didn't take it seriously: "You're talking as if everyone's husband isn't a fifth-rank official. Besides, you're scared now. If you had tried harder back then, maybe the three of you would have lived a good life."
Oops! Inspiration strikes again. My next chapter is supposed to be "Passion Burns in Winter."
Han Zeyu was writing furiously, but the peacock man heard useful information from his words.
"Is Lord Su going to be promoted again?"
He is worthy of being called a gold medal salesperson because he is good at grasping the key points.
Han Zeyu sighed and said, "Your age is a disadvantage. Otherwise, I would definitely be able to make you the most popular male prostitute in Kyoto."
The peacock man, who was scorned at the age of 22, said with a vicissitudes of life: "I did it when I was 15. It's not interesting."
Han Zeyu was eager to learn: "Can you tell me how you fell into prostitution and how you fought your way out?"
"Then can you tell me first why I can return to Beijing?"
Han Zeyu was curious: "Do you still have concerns in Beijing?"
"Yes, it's the maid who helped me steal the indenture."
"Could she have been taken away by Miss Sun..." Han Zeyu made a gesture of wiping his neck.
The peacock man said confidently, "No, I taught her how to divert the trouble away. She will definitely be able to save her life."
She can become the most popular prostitute after falling into the dust, and can get a contract to sell herself when facing desperate situations. Even after falling into Han Zeyu's hands, she can still become the top seller. This person is an indestructible cockroach.
Since you have decided to use him, you might as well reveal some information to him.
"Have you met my apprentice? He is the prince of the Prince's Mansion."
With a hiss, the man took a breath of cold air. The Prince's Mansion versus the Earl's Mansion, this, this, this, why use a butcher's knife to kill a chicken?
After a while, the man made the wisest choice: "I am willing to go back to the capital with you and serve you at my service."
Han Zeyu nodded, what a fence-sitter who changes his stance according to the wind.
After the matter was finalized, Han Zeyu thought of the original question.
"By the way, you haven't told me why you won't leave the weaving and dyeing workshop!"
The peacock man said frankly, "I was afraid of retaliation from the magistrate! That's why I didn't dare to act rashly."
He was really judging others by his own mean standards. Han Zeyu snorted coldly, took out the account book, and blatantly made false accounts in front of the Peacock Man.
After the three hundred taels of silver for redemption, two words were added: "Double it."
Watching the three hundred turn into six hundred, the Peacock Man felt so heartbroken that he couldn't breathe.
Did this black-hearted businessman come here after checking the accounts?
His commission was more than 500 taels, plus his fixed income of 25 taels for half a year, which was just enough to redeem himself.
There is no room left for him at all!
Han Zeyu returned the indenture to him and said, "From now on, the sea is wide and the sky is high, so follow me and I will make sure you have everything you want. But remember one thing: rabbits don't eat grass near their burrows. If I find out, the consequences will be serious."
How serious is it exactly?
Han Zeyu demonstrated it himself and kicked the big rock he had just sat on to pieces.
Han Zeyu walked away gracefully, and the peacock man stood there in a daze, even his breathing rate slowed down.
After securing the gold medal sales title, Han Zeyu happily returned home and raced against time to create.
Su Shien kindly reminded me that since I will be stepping down soon, I should put off my creative work until I return to Beijing!
Han Zeyu decisively refused. His fans were crying out for food, and he was not as cruel as Mr. Erqi, who was unwilling to let his readers go without food.
We were talking nicely, why did you bother me?
If you don't post small advertisements in advance to promote your color reading material, readers won't know that you have a new storybook coming out.
After all, no bookstore would publicize erotic novels in a high-profile manner. As for whether you can get one, you can only say that it all depends on luck.
Su Shien glanced at Mr. Qingbai's new masterpiece. Apart from the confusing name of the story, the plot was still explosive.
How come he never hits a bottleneck in his creation? He'll have new material delivered to him after just a few days of quiet time.
Su Shien cried silently: "Why doesn't anyone send me materials? Am I too serious?"
The only answer he got was the figure of Qingbai-sama, busy with his creation...
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