Roewe drove a brand-new Mercedes-Benz sedan. The interior decoration was as luxurious as Du Wenqiang's car.
Roewe was driving the car, Shu Guan was sitting in the passenger seat, and the car was speeding through the streets of Shanghai.
It could be seen that Roewe was a little distracted now and almost bumped into pedestrians several times. After coming out of Duolun Lane, he drove for about twenty minutes and then stopped outside an alley.
Shu Guan glanced through the car window and saw the name "Huifangli" written on the street sign at the entrance of the alley. This was an extremely quiet alley like Duolun Alley.
Roewe parked the car at the entrance of the alley, but did not get out of the car immediately. Instead, he looked at Shu Guan and smiled coquettishly:
"Brother-in-law, I suddenly don't want to eat with those friends anymore. Why don't we leave? I'll invite you to Dexing Restaurant to eat Babao Duck."
"You've come, let's just stay here."
Shu Guan said this with a smile.
He had calculated with a palm just now that the reason why Rongwei's forehead was shrouded in black energy would be revealed at the banquet at noon today. However, the secret was not very clear yet, so Shu Guan wanted to follow him and take a look in person. .
Roewe's smile froze and he got out of the car with his head hanging down.
The two walked into the alley and reached the end of the alley. They saw a courtyard at the end of the alley. Above the blue door, there was an octagonal glazed lamp hanging. It was noon, but the octagonal glazed lamp was It was lit, but the lights were a little dim in the sunlight.
On the wall inside the door, there is also a red card with the words "Sulan Book Apartment" written on it.
Shu glanced at those words, and of course he would not regard this as a real place for reading.
What kind of place is his "book apartment"? After all, it has been many years since he came to this world and he has lived in Shanghai for almost half a year.
In simple terms, the so-called book apartment is the top brothel.
The brothels and brothels in Shanghai can be divided into Shuyu, Changsan, Yaoer, Huayanjian, Taiji, Bianrouzhuang, Pheasant, Tangpai and Nail shed.
Among them, the quality of the study apartment is the highest. The women in the study apartment must not only be beautiful and beautiful, but also must be proficient in all kinds of music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and claim to be "showing off their skills but not their bodies". They will not be eliminated, but only in their books. Guests will not be entertained in the apartment, nor will they stay overnight. There are even exams every year. Only women who pass the exam are eligible to hang the title of the apartment.
Therefore, the women in the study apartment have always been relatively aloof. They generally do not admit that they are prostitutes, but claim to be sir or school secretary. If you want to win the favor of these women, you cannot simply give money and gifts. You must have a long-term relationship and spend a lot of energy and time before you can have a happy relationship.
Moreover, the woman in the book apartment will not admit that she has a relationship with you because of money, but because of her affection for you.
When Shu Guan first learned about the existence of this kind of book apartment, he summed it up with one sentence: If ordinary brothels sell bodies, then this kind of book apartment sells love.
After all, if you don't have money, you can't even get through the door here.
So no matter how elegant or cool she is, she is still a prostitute in essence.
It's just packaged in the name of "love" to ask for a higher asking price.
Of course, there are still many wealthy people who want to buy "love" in this kind of book apartment.
For example, there is such a victim around me.
Shu Guan glanced at Rong Wei lightly and said:
"A few days ago, didn't Uncle Rong ask you to stop coming to this place with fireworks and willow alleys, and to stop associating with your friends? It's only been a few days."
Rongwei explained in embarrassment:
"Actually, I don't want to come... It's just a warm invitation from a few of them. I can't let people down too much... Brother-in-law, please help me hide it from my dad during dinner tonight."
Then he begged again.
"Let's talk again."
Shu Guan said these two words, and then stepped into the door of Sulan's residence.
Rongwei sighed.
What do you call this, taking your brother-in-law to visit a brothel?
Putting aside the embarrassment, if the elder sister found out, she would still have to scold herself to death?
At home, compared to his father Rong Duanfu, Rong Wei is actually more afraid of his sister Rong Miao.
There is not much age difference between their siblings. When Rong Miao was a child, she was not as ladylike as she is now. When she beat him, she was really beaten.
Shuguan and Rongwei walked into the door of Sulan Book Apartment, and saw a small courtyard behind the door, with many bamboo trees, fish ponds, and flower beds, all arranged in an extremely elegant way.
And a woman who is still quite charming and has a rather elegant temperament has already come forward.
"Wei Shao, you are finally here. Since you called yesterday, Su Lan has turned away all the guests. Today she is just waiting for you to come, Wei Shao."
I think this is the madam from Sulan Bookstore.
The book apartment is the same as the ordinary brothel, there is also a madam, but in the ordinary brothel, the girl has to listen to the madam, but in this book apartment, the madam has to listen to the girl, more like the housekeeper of this book apartment , their wages are also paid by the girls.
Shu Guan looked back at Rongwei.
It's not like what you said just now, but it's just a friend's favor.
Rongwei didn't dare to look at Shu Guan at all.
The woman came up to him with a sweet smile and took Rong Wei's arm familiarly.
In the past, Roewe enjoyed this kind of warm welcome. Although the madam was a bit old, he was well maintained.
But today, Rongwei directly avoided her and glanced at the young man in front of him awkwardly.
The old bustard in the willow alley with fireworks like this had such vicious eyesight and immediately noticed something was wrong, so she quickly took a closer look at the young man in front of her whom she had not paid much attention to just now, and asked Rongwei in a low voice:
"This man is..."
"Don't worry about it, just know that he is Mr. Shu."
"The little lady knows. She will never ask questions that she shouldn't ask. Westbrook, your friends are already here. Come in quickly."
The woman led the two of them into the main room facing south. The decoration inside the main room was also extremely elegant. There was a charcoal pot in the corner of the room, and the whole house was warm as spring.
A pretty-faced little girl came over carrying a hot towel. The little girl, who looked to be only thirteen or fourteen years old, stood on tiptoes, originally preparing to wipe Rongwei's face.
Rongwei quickly took the towel by himself, and then the little girl thoughtfully helped Rongwei take off his coat.
Rongwei took out a banknote and put it on her plate. Shu Guan glanced at it and saw that it was a banknote with a denomination of 100 yuan.
What a fool!
Shu Guan sighed again in his heart.
A casual reward for such a little girl is one hundred silver dollars, and it is said that Rongwei doesn't know how much money he has spent on the real owner here.
Of course, he can indeed afford it. For the Rong family, this amount of money is not considered a waste, as long as they don't gamble.
"Thank you Westbrook."
The little girl thanked Rongwei with a sweet smile, already quite charming at such a young age.
Then the madam took the two of them up to the second floor and opened a thick curtain. Inside was a large room with a round wooden table in the middle. On the round wooden table were various kinds of melon seeds, snacks, dried fruits, and several Hookah.
There were five or six people around the round table, smoking hookah, cracking melon seeds, eating snacks and chatting.
These are basically young people, the oldest is only in his thirties, all of them are well-dressed, have oily hair and pink faces, and they all appear to be young people from well-off families.
Naturally, they are the kind of cunning friends Rongwei usually hangs out with.
When Roewe walked in, these young people all stood up and shouted "Westbrook", "Westbrook", which showed Roewe's absolute core position among these people.
"Hurry up and serve food and wine. Now that Westbrook is here, we can start the banquet."
One of the tall and thin young men shouted to the old bustard.
"Okay, okay, young masters and gentlemen, please wait a moment. I will arrange the food and drinks right away. Su Lan will be here in a moment."
At this time, everyone in the room finally noticed Shu Guan who came in with Rong Wei.
"Westbrook, who is this friend?"
Then the young man in his thirties asked.
Of course, you can't be as vague with these friends as you were with the madam.
"My brother-in-law."
Rongwei lowered his head and said something in a low voice.
Although his voice was very low, everyone still heard it clearly, and then the room suddenly became quiet.
"Brother-in-law, please sit down. Please sit down."
"Brother-in-law, do you want to smoke hookah?"
"Brother-in-law, eat melon seeds and eat melon seeds."
The next moment, several young people greeted Shuguan enthusiastically. One helped Shuguan pull out a chair, and another brought fruit snacks.
In the end, Shu Guan sat down in the central seat, smiled and said to everyone, you can play as you usually do, he and Roewe came here today to see what they have to do.
At this time, the food started to be served, and everyone started to drink and eat. Of course, in the first round, Shu Guan was toasted with wine. Shu Guan did not refuse, and the wine was dry, but he did not join in the conversation among these people.
Soon after, everyone felt that Rongwei's brother-in-law was not a serious Taoist gentleman, so they slowly let go of the conversation and began to discuss whether they should go to other halls to call a few Changsan. Accompanying wine.
After all, this kind of wine shop in the study apartment is too plain. It was Rongwei who was fascinated by the female gentleman Qin Sulan here during this period. He was the only one interested in coming here to drink this kind of plain wine.
But today Rongwei has been very quiet, sitting obediently next to Shu Guan, eating vegetables with his head covered, and not drinking much wine.
And when the wine party was halfway through, a woman opened the curtain and walked into the house.
The woman is about twenty-four or five years old, wearing a moon-white satin skirt. She has a slender figure, a beautiful face, and a temperament as quiet and refined as an orchid in an empty valley.
Holding a pipa in her arms, the woman walked in Yingying. She turned her eyes around the room and seemed slightly surprised when she saw Shu Guan sitting in the middle of the round table.
"Su Lan, you are finally here, please sit down first."
When this woman came in, Rongwei, who was very quiet today, immediately stood up uncontrollably and greeted her warmly, as if he had forgotten that Shu Guan was beside her.
Shu Guan raised his head and glanced at the woman, thinking that this must be the female gentleman from this bookstore. Just listening to the conversation among Rongwei's friends, her name seemed to be Qin Sulan.
...There is no breath of spiritual energy fluctuations...
After taking one look at the woman, Shu Guan lowered his head and ate the food seriously.
To be honest, the food here tastes pretty good.
Of course, in a place where you can easily reward hundreds of silver dollars, if these details are not satisfactory, you will not be able to retain those high-rollers.
There was a vacant seat deliberately left next to Rongwei. The female gentleman Qin Sulan walked over with her pipa in her arms and sat next to Rongwei. Before sitting down, she glanced at Shuguan again through Rongwei.
Shu Guan seemed unaware.
"Wei Shao, I'm really sorry that I came a little late. It's just because Sulan didn't sleep well last night. She got up late today and took a long time to dress up."
After sitting down, Qin Sulan said to Rong Wei apologetically. Her voice was extremely soft and sweet, and Wu Nong's soft words gave everyone who heard it a tingling feeling.
"Sulan, what's wrong with you? Are you sick? If you feel unwell, I'm going to make a call right now and have the best Western doctor in Shanghai come and take a look at you."
Rongwei asked quickly with concern.
"Thank you Westbrook for your concern, but it's not that I'm not feeling well. Su Lan will discuss this with Westbrook later. Now why not let me play a song for everyone to cheer up."
Qin Sulan smiled happily, then picked up the pipa, and her ten jade fingers like spring onions gently gathered on the pipa strings and slowly twisted and picked them. When the sound of Qingyue's pipa sounded, everyone who was talking and laughing fell silent.
Then Qin Sulan opened her little cherry mouth and sang. The sound of the piano was like jade beads running on a disk, and the singing voice was gentle and soft. She sang a rather cheerful Jiangnan ditty. The music of the piano and the song blended well together, and it seemed as if scenes were really unfolding in front of everyone's eyes. Fishing boats, lotus leaves, sunset, sunset scenery.
Qin Sulan, who was holding the pipa in her arms and singing softly, had a beautiful face like a flower, spring in her eyebrows, and her whole body seemed to be shining with beauty.
Shu Guan also put down his chopsticks and looked thoughtfully at the woman playing the pipa and singing.
He had to admit that the song and person in front of him at this moment could be called art.
This Qin Sulan is worthy of being a well-known scholar in Shanghai, and it is understandable that a top dandy like Rongwei who has seen the world can't tell the difference between east, west and north.
Qin Sulan only stayed at the table for an hour, during which she sang three songs and toasted each guest with a glass of wine. However, she only raised the glass and tasted it briefly. Then she picked up her pipa and prepared to get up and leave.
This is the style of the female gentlemen in these books. They are here to perform, not to drink with you and talk about romantic affairs.
Of course, you can also ask her to accompany you to drink and chat, but she must be a very familiar customer, and it will only be a quiet meal for two or three people at most. In a noisy scene like today, they will never stay, even if they add more Neither does money.
This seems to be a sign of not being moved by money, but in fact it is just a means to maintain their social status.
In the past, when Rongwei came here to eat, Qin Sulan would show up and stay with him for an hour and then leave.
Of course, if Rongwei wants to stay alone, there is no problem. After all, Rongwei has spent nearly 100,000 silver dollars in this book apartment in the past few months.
But it just means that Qin Sulan can chat with him for a while. In fact, so far, Rongwei has spent one hundred thousand silver dollars and has not even been able to hold Qin Sulan's little hand.
But when leaving today, Qin Sulan came close to Rong Wei's ear and whispered:
"Wei Shao, can you stay for a moment? Sulan wants to tell you something."
The woman's breath next to her ear was like orchid, and her nose was filled with fragrance.
This is the first time that Qin Sulan has been so close to Rongwei, and it is also the first time that Qin Sulan has taken the initiative to ask Rongwei to stay.
Rongwei's eyes flashed with confusion and fascination, and he almost blurted out and wanted to agree, but at last he still had some sense, glanced at Shu Guan beside him, and said to Qin Sulan with difficulty:
"Unfortunately, I have something to do at home today, so I have to go back early."
Qin Sulan's face showed a hint of resentment and disappointment, she bit her lip and said:
"Westbrook, can't you really stay a little longer?"
This charming look was something she had never shown in front of Rongwei.
Rongwei felt that his mind went blank and his breathing became rapid.
At this time, Shu Guan next to him suddenly turned his head and said to Rongwei:
"Since Mr. Sulan is so kind to ask you to stay, Xiaowei, please stay here for a while. I won't say anything to Uncle Rong."
Rongwei was immediately overjoyed and said to Shu Guan with tears of gratitude:
"Brother-in-law, thank you so much."
Hearing Rongwei's address to Shu Guan, Qin Sulan glanced at Shu Guan again, her expression seemed quite surprised.
After Qin Sulan left, today's noon meal ended quickly. Rong Wei seemed impatient and urged his friends to leave quickly.
However, he still remembered that Shu Guan did not have a car, so he went outside the door and asked other friends to drive Shu Guan back to Duolun Lane, and then returned to Su Lan's residence.
…
This is a women's boudoir full of charm. When Rongwei came in, Qin Sulan was sitting alone in front of the dressing table with her chin in her hands.
She had already changed her clothes, and was now wearing a close-fitting tulle shirt. Her snow-white skin was looming under the shirt, and what was displayed in front of Rongwei's eyes was the extremely tempting curves of her back.
Rongwei walked behind her and asked with a smile:
"Su Lan, you asked me to stay. Do you have something to tell me?"
Qin Sulan looked back and showed a gentle and charming smile to him, and Yingying stood up.
When she came here to sing songs just now, she was wearing a loose satin skirt, and she looked like she had a slender and graceful figure. Now she was wearing a close-fitting shirt, and only then did she realize that she looked slim, but was actually extremely handsome. A beautiful woman, the scenery under her silk blouse is so tall and steep that it makes people feel dizzy.
"Westbrook, sit down first."
She gave up her seat.
Rongwei seemed to be standing there at a loss.
Qin Sulan raised her jade hands and pulled Rongwei to sit down. She put her hands on Rongwei's shoulders and kneaded them gently.
Rongwei's body was a little stiff, he put his hands on his knees and sat there upright.
Qin Sulan stared at Rong Wei's face in the mirror, a look of surprise flashed in her eyes, she giggled and said:
"Wei Shao, what's wrong with you today? This is not like you. Could it be that Wei Shao of the Rong family, who is famous for his romantic style in Shanghai, is still a gentleman in private."
She slowly moved her face closer to Rongwei's face, looked at Rongwei in the mirror, and chuckled in Rongwei's ear:
"Wei Shao, haven't you been looking forward to this day? Why, today Sulan wants to thank Wei Shao for taking care of Su Lan during this time, but Wei Shao doesn't dare to take action?"
So Rongwei finally put his hands on her soft... waist, picked her up horizontally, and placed her...,..., Qin Sulan exclaimed, but pushed Rongwei away again and stood. stand up.
Just when she stood up, a trace of confusion and infatuation flashed in her eyes, because the contact with Rongwei's short skin just now made her have some strong impulse.
She was very sure that she had no real feelings for this dandy from Shencheng, but why did her body react so strongly just now? Even a little infatuated with the feeling of being in his arms?
Could it be that this Rongwei body naturally has a strong charm for the opposite sex?
But I’ve never noticed it before!
Qin Sulan was a little surprised.
But at this moment, she still suppressed the strange feelings surging in her body, and said with a sweet smile:
"Wei Shao is indeed not an honest person. Su Lan will be angry if you keep doing this."
She brushed up the messy hair at her temples, and then said casually:
"Who is Mr. Shu just now, Westbrook? How do you call him brother-in-law?"
"Brother-in-law is naturally my sister's husband-in-law, but he is not officially married yet."
"Why have I never heard Westbrook talk about this person in your family before?"
"Oh, my brother-in-law just came to Shanghai not long ago."
Rongwei smiled, said this casually, and then asked:
"Forget about my brother-in-law, Su Lan, you asked me to stay today. Is there something you want to tell me?"
Qin Sulan put her hands on both sides of Rongwei's temples and squeezed them gently. Her eyes moved as she stared at Rongwei affectionately and said:
"There are some things, but Westbrook drank a lot just now, why not take a nap on Sulan's bed first!"
Her fingers that kneaded and pressed Rongwei's forehead were as gentle as jade, as if they had some magic power. Rongwei's eyes became trance-like. The next moment, Rongwei's body softened and he lay on the dressing table and fell asleep.
The moment Rongwei fell asleep, there was a sound of footsteps outside the boudoir.
Then five figures walked into the room.
Qin Sulan did not actually put Rongwei on the bed, but just smiled disdainfully, turned around and faced the leader of the five people who came in, bowed and smiled:
"Senior Brother Zhengjiang, according to your instructions, I have left this Rongwei behind. I just don't know how to start Brother Zhengjiang's Thousand Game?"
It's not that I'm late, but this one has never been reviewed and revised many times.
This is also the reason why I dare not open a harem.
(End of chapter)
