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Fugui smeared his mouth on the ground, "Fuck. Wasn't she just a girl? It was as if they had never been on it before! Truly useless! Let's see what the ancient 'Miss' looks like today. "

When Fu Gui came out, he had donned an ordinary set of silk clothing. From the looks of it, it was either a young master from a rich clan or a merchant, so no one would think much about the eunuchs from Military Inspector. Plus, he could look good with his wealth. The moment he reached the door, he was surrounded by the bawd and turtle.

"Master, you haven't been here in a while. Have you forgotten about me?" An old woman with a face full of powder threw herself on Fugui's body and began to distribute the plates.

Fugui flapped his clothes and laughed without replying.

The other middle-aged lady had sharp eyes. She could tell that the rich seemed to be calm, but in reality, she was just a fledgling who had no experience in brothels. The experienced master came in and grabbed the old procuress by the chest, trying to curry favor with her while spouting nonsense. He wasn't like Wealth, who laughed so foolishly. He did not know what he had brought with him, but he still didn't have enough money.

The middle-aged woman's face was covered in orange furrows as she laughed and threw herself into the arms of the rich and powerful. Aiya, grandpa, you must be courting death. You have no conscience. Why aren't you looking at Little Red? She looks forward to seeing you everyday! " He was fumbling with his hands where ordinary people kept their silver.

There were many rich people who brought crushed silver. They would definitely have a money bag on them. Those who did not have money would be kicked a few silver ingots into their pockets. As for those men who were truly rich, the money was in their pockets as well. Why, why did they bring banknotes!?

The old ladies did not find any money bags in the crotches of their rich pants. They felt a twitch in their hearts as their hands moved to his chest, pretending to stroke him. They touched his chest thoroughly. An astonishing smile immediately blossomed on his face as he left, crying out to the rich and powerful man, "Butterfly, the branch has come out to receive our guest!"

The bawd's voice was loud and bright, penetrating. Rich and powerful people could feel the buzzing in their ears. He hadn't said a word since he arrived here.

The Brothel Keeper had called out the first-rate beauties of the Soul-Slaying Pavilion with this shout. They usually took care of the young masters of the rich families, and were the kind of beauties who could afford to pay a price. No gender, status discrimination.

However, there was also a type of high-quality goods here. These types of goods were not meant to be used by customers, but rather to be used by customers. It was not a question of whether the customers were happy or not. It is to see if she is in the mood to take your money, to see if you can make the impulse to pick up your money. These kinds of high grade goods were usually acquired by the brothels after spending an astonishing amount of wealth, manpower, and training. Other than participating in the competition among the brothels every year, they were used to raise the reputation of their own courtyard.

What he needed to do was to maintain the beauty's chastity and mysteriousness. A beauty like her would no longer rely on showing up to gain popularity. Rather, she would rely on showing up less, showing off more brands, and relying on her mysteriousness to increase her popularity. They were people who could cause a sensation with a single sentence.

It could be said that the more mysterious a woman was, the more annoying she was. It would be said that the more idle and energetic foppish young masters and senior generals were, the more they would waste their time and energy on her. They all thought of ways to bring the beauty home.

The more they fight to their heart's content, the more they fall victim to the brothel bawd's devious scheme, and the more they wish you would fight to the death every day. It would be better if a high official or a high younger brother, who is so obsessed with their girls in the building and thinks of them as sick and unable to eat or drink, were obsessed and even committed suicide.

That way, they would have more of a gimmick. Not only would they not suppress the matter, they would also let everyone know about it, allowing their young miss to become famous. That way, they would be like the golden and silver waters of the Yellow River.

Rich and powerful internal force had already stepped into the top tier. He could feel every movement of the old procuress clearly. He could even feel the different reactions of every part of her body when she touched him. He sneered in his heart. The old procuress entered a private room.

After entering, the rich and noble discovered that Fang Xiuya was quite well-known. They put in some effort and found her to be quite a good place to engage in prostitution. The rich sat down without too much aversion. Immediately, a young and elegant Maidservant with a fair appearance brought up some tea and smiled faintly at Fu Gui. Wealth returned a friendly smile.

The little girl was stunned for a moment. She was a bit surprised, but soon her smile became even more radiant. As the future pillar of this brothel, she was only a relatively high level servant. Usually, when the customers saw that they were all beaming little sisters, they would even touch each other when they called out for little sisters. Although these little Maidservant had not gone through any system training, they had seen this kind of thing quite a bit. They knew that this would be their fate sooner or later, and although they were sad, they were still very angry and rarely gave these people what they wanted. Although they were going to fall in the end, they still had to endure for a while.

These young masters were not angry at the little girls' reaction. Instead, they began to laugh loudly, finding it very interesting. He had seen a woman who was always obedient, always with a lowered head and a pleasing sight. Occasionally, he would change his wild and unruly girlfriend, but she was still full of flavour!

Fugui looked around the room. Those two seemed to be the 'ladies' named Fluttering Butterfly and Branch. Then, he slowly walked into the room, shyly saying something. However, Fugui could still see the disgust and sorrow in their eyes.

Such forced laughter made Wealth feel very depressed. Although he had committed the atrocities of raping beauties before, his mind was barbaric and his actions were gentle. He believed that after doing so, he would still be able to make the beauties enjoy themselves physically and mentally, rather than letting the beauties leave behind memories of the pain and darkness, and live in the darkness for the rest of their lives.

However, the reactions of the two beauties today made him very depressed. This was even worse than rape! They were simply raping their wills. This kind of beauty was something they could not resist, much less arouse their interest.

"Madam!" Fugui shouted.

"Ah — my lord, what other requests do you have?" The old procuress appeared in front of the rich like a wisp of smoke. Her face was filled with an apologetic smile, but the corners of her eyes shot out a cold light to warn the two ladies by her side.

"I'm not your master! I won't let my son have a fucking daughter who specializes in brothels in the future! F * ck! Get them to rest, and get the best girl here out for me! " The leisurely tea of the rich and powerful.

The bawd's expression changed slightly. She was embarrassed, but she maintained her smile as she stared at the rich man with much difficulty.

Fu Guigui put down the teacup in his hand. Damn it! Is this grandpa in a bad mood tonight? You still dare to provoke me! Shua! He took out a silver note worth a hundred taels and slammed it on the table, causing it to become a set of roof tiles. This was a very strong set of wood! However, he was still on the verge of collapse.