When Zhao Changshu said this, he pointed at Zhou Wen and complained: "Nowadays, the beautiful hospital has naturally become a talk among young and old men in the city, including those eighteen beautiful nurses, and this rehabilitation club. Do you know? Now you This rehabilitation center has become a mysterious and high-end place in Taiyuan. Even wealthy people who are not sick are vying to come and stay for a few days so that they can show off to others. But you, the host, are You don’t know anything, so tell me about you. No wonder the commander said that you are seventeen or eighteen years old, but you have the head of an old man. Are you tired?”
Then Feng Tianpei also helped with some persuasion and told some rumors about the beautiful hospital in the society.
Zhou Wen opened his mouth wide when he heard this. It has only been more than a month, but the beautiful hospital is already so popular? It's not just red anymore, it's so red that it turns purple. Guaguai, just using some common business concepts of later generations, it actually has this effect. If you use some more... Wait, Zhou Wen suddenly remembered that no matter what kind of wool you use, this is what he knows. I have a few tricks, but I learned them from watching those TV series.
The so-called eighteen pearls are naturally the eighteen beautiful nurses headed by Cui Xiaolu, who were rated by those idle young men. They actually rated them from one to eighteen, although they each have their own differences. Each has its own beauty and grace, but we must clearly distinguish between them.
It is said that because everyone has different opinions and preferences, they started to argue when they disagreed, and ended up having a fight in the teahouse. And the teahouse where these dandies gather has actually been renamed the Pearl House. It is said that business is extremely good now. The owner of the teahouse is indeed a Shanxi merchant. Zhou Wen is considering whether to ask for the naming fee.
The time passed quickly as the few people chatted, and more than an hour passed in the blink of an eye.
At this moment, light footsteps were heard outside the door. Cui Xiaolu walked in with a normal expression. She bowed to Zhou Wen and said, "Young Master, some official is awake and wants to see you. Please ask your servant to come." Take you in. Do you mean to see me or not to see you?"
What Cui Xiaolu said is interesting, that is, everything is subject to Zhou Wen's instructions. If the young master says he wants to see him, then he will take him to see him. If the young master says he doesn't want to see him, then he will go and bring him back to him. She considers herself to be the young master's personal maid.
Zhou Wen didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He pointed at Cui Xiaolu and shook his head: "You! What are you talking about? I came here to see this person. Stop talking nonsense and take us there."
Cui Xiaolu then bowed with a low eyebrow and said: "Yes, please come with the young master and the slave."
When Zhao Changshu heard that he was about to stand up and go together, he saw Cui Xiaolu just bowing slightly and said: "I'm sorry, which official said that I only saw the young master alone."
"Ah!" Zhao Changshu had no choice but to sit down again in embarrassment, but he cursed in his heart: "This Marshal Feng demolished the bridge when he crossed the river without thinking about who sent you here for treatment. Now that the disease is cured, just People have forgotten. This Nurse Cui is not a good person. She is very respectful to your young master, but she doesn't act humble or arrogant to me, the commander. This really treats me as an outsider. It's a shame that I just treated you so well. Let me put you in good words."
Not to mention how Zhao Changshu was sulking and drinking tea, but Zhou Wen followed Cui Xiaolu to the door of the main house. He saw a man named Du blocking the door tightly with a body that looked like an iron tower, and his shining eyes followed Zhou Wen's waist and thighs. The outside was moving back and forth. Of course Zhou Wen understood what he meant. He usually carried a Colt M1911 pistol and a short knife given by his master tied to his leg. He was accustomed to carrying it everywhere.
Of course, what is not known to everyone is that Zhou Wen still quietly places his own G-31 semi-automatic rifle, a Somi submachine gun, and a Lu-Ge P08 artillery gun with a drum in his prayer beads space. pistols and countless ammunition.
Zhou Wen knew the responsibilities and missions he shouldered, and he even knew that his safety was related to the fate of the entire mercenary group and countless people. I have always been cautious about my own safety and dare not be careless in the slightest. In such troubled times, a single oversight may lead to a desperate situation, either actively or passively. Therefore, the weapons and ammunition he carries are enough to cope with various small-scale battles in any environment.
For long distances, we have a semi-automatic service with a scope. For medium distances, we use Somi to shoot out. For street fighting or close range, we have the M1911 high-power pistol to teach you how to be a good person in minutes. When the bullets run out, there is no time to reload, and the left hand instantly Just conjure up a Ruger P08 artillery pistol with a 32-round drum, leaving you dumbfounded and wondering, is this a trick or magic?
Zhou Wen was about to take off his pistol and dagger when Cui Xiaolu stopped next to him. Her eyebrows were raised up and her pretty face was cold. She said coldly in her little mouth: "Master Du, I am the young master's." Maid, if you don’t believe my young master, do you also don’t believe me? If that’s the case... hum!"
The big man surnamed Du didn't know about their relationship. As the Marshal's personal bodyguard, he respected and was grateful from the bottom of his heart for this beautiful nurse who served the Marshal wholeheartedly, was agile and skilled.
Now I was being scolded by Nurse Cui for a while, which made me feel as if I had been pulled out of the ladder when I went up to the room - I couldn't get up without getting up.
He didn't dare to offend Nurse Cui. After all, the commander would have to rely on others to take care of him for several days, wouldn't he? If someone is angry and takes it out on the commander-in-chief, and he does a lot of heavy lifting when changing the dressing, then there will be no place for him or her to reason with him.
In the eyes of his bosses, how could such a lovely, fairy-like, amiable, fairy-like girl become this maid?
It's not that the big man surnamed Du insists on playing by the rules and doesn't know how to adapt. He also knows that even if Zhou Wen goes in with a machine gun, he won't do anything to the commander. But ever since he heard about the immoral things this boy did during the Central Plains War, the fire in his heart has been boiling out. He has no overall view of the situation, let alone the general trend of the people, so he just knows how to let everyone know. After Shuai lived in seclusion, this boy was the culprit who couldn't sleep every night and sighed.
So after knowing that this was the person that the marshal wanted to summon, the big man surnamed Du had a layer of frost on his face. He ignored Zhou Wen's face, so he wanted to show off his power at the door, and showed off this feeling in his heart. Bad breath.
At the moment, she could only look at Cui Xiaolu and said with a smile: "I dare not disbelieve Nurse Cui. This is a rule, isn't it? I..."
