Baihua Building, backyard.
About twenty women stood in the yard, each with anxiety and panic on their faces.
But there is one thing Li Yougui didn't lie about.
The looks of these women are all iconic, and there are many of them with first-rate beauty, and judging from their manners, most of them come from well-behaved families.
"Everyone stands, salute the new owner!"
Li Yougui scolded.
The women stood in a row obediently, allowing the teenage boy in front of them to look at them casually.
Some were thin-skinned and blushed subconsciously.
"Nujia, I have met Mr. Lang..."
The women bowed their heads and saluted.
There were also those brave ones who looked up at Cao An and couldn't help but be surprised.
This young man seemed to be wearing ordinary clothes, but he actually bought so many official prostitutes at one go... He must be the yamen of a powerful family, and he bought them for his own selfish desires.
But he looked at it, no more than seventeen, right?
At this age...
But the young man looks quite handsome. If he could...
"Ahem!"
Cao An was stunned by these charming eyes and couldn't help clearing his throat: "I didn't buy you here so that you can slander the master's family in your heart!"
The women's thoughts were seen through and they hurriedly lowered their heads.
"Xinxin opened a brothel..."
Cao An suppressed the noise and went straight to the topic: "So, you should know what you are going to do next, right?"
The women were silent.
They were all official prostitutes, so they were used to this kind of business.
But it's one thing to get used to it, but to be told so nakedly by a teenage boy still makes people blush, and makes people even more ashamed and angry.
"Mr. Lang..."
A woman stood up angrily and said: "When I was in Jiaofangsi, I just sang songs and drank with the guests, and didn't do anything like that! If you are strong..."
There are many types of women in brothels.
Some prostitutes only accompany them with wine and singing, but do not serve in bed. This kind of prostitute is commonly known as "Qinghuanren".
"But your contract of sale is in someone's hands."
Cao An glanced sideways at the woman and said indifferently: "If you don't want to obey someone, over there is the wall..."
"..."
The woman looked at Cao An blankly, with panic on her face.
"And you..."
Cao An didn't have the slightest sense of pity and pity, and stared coldly at the delicate women in front of him: "If you don't want to obey someone, or if you want to force them to death... you can start now."
Everyone was immediately shocked.
No one expected that this seemingly weak young man could be so cruel.
He had no intention of cajoling these official prostitutes, and even wanted to watch them seek death!
No woman in the courtyard dared to speak anymore.
Cao An's thin face was full of disdain, "Why, are you scared to death again?"
He stared at the woman who stood up, raised his hand and slowly traced her neck with his fingertips.
"You look good... you have a well-proportioned figure and fair skin. Even your appearance is so cute... So, do you really want to die?"
The woman shuddered subconsciously, and her eye circles suddenly turned red.
"Don't follow someone's approach of 'seeking death and finding a living', it won't work!"
Cao An stopped paying attention to her, looked at the officials and prostitutes, and said coldly: "If you really wanted to die, you wouldn't have stayed in the Jiaofang Division for so many years! I don't care how many grievances you have in your hearts... after entering this door , you have to listen to XX!”
"Woo..."
Perhaps the woman could not control such a low-pressure atmosphere, so she fell to the ground, covering her face, breaking down and crying.
"Understand!"
Cao An roared loudly, and the woman stopped crying instantly.
"The slave family understands."
The women in the courtyard bowed down one after another, and no one dared to raise their head.
Cao An then softened his expression and scolded in a cold voice: "You have become a bitch and you still want to build a memorial arch? Who the hell is used to your bad habits?"
In one sentence, most of the women in the courtyard cried.
I don’t know if it’s because I feel wronged or because I feel hurt...
Next to him, Li Yougui stood there dumbfounded.
He turned to look at Chang Chun unnaturally: "Is your husband usually like this? Isn't this... too cruel? Although he didn't beat or scold these official prostitutes... but his words were harsher than a knife. ah!"
"certain……"
Chang Chun silently looked at Cao An's thin but tall back and sighed.
Li Yougui was stunned and said, "Why are you sighing?"
"Mr. Lang is saving face for someone..."
Chang Chun had a look of shame on his face and murmured to himself: "If he had been in front of the young father-in-law yesterday...even if he didn't die of shame, he would still die of guilt!"
People have weaknesses that break down at the first touch.
The weak spot of these official prostitutes is probably the few stubborn things in their hearts.
But today, Cao An defeated this last stubbornness...
Chang Chun silently moved a chair, poured tea for Cao An, and then stood respectfully behind him.
Cao An sat down awkwardly, not at all aware of being a guest.
"Old Li."
He greeted.
Li Yougui subconsciously came up, feeling a little uncomfortable.
"Where's the musician? I have some new songs here... let him help revise them while everyone is here."
Not long after, a man in a long coat came over.
"The villain Ye Shouyuan has met Mr. Cao."
Although he calls himself a 'villain', his words are somewhat arrogant and reserved.
This is the "nobility" of cultural people, right?
Although the profession of musician is a low-level one, those who can be hired by Li Yougui at a high price naturally have the capital to be reserved.
"I have a few lyrics and music here. Please take a look at how to change them so that they can be closer to the preferences of Bianliang people."
Ye Shouyuan took the manuscript and was stunned subconsciously.
Preface to Lanting?
"No, this is not Lantingxu..."
He frowned and murmured: "Although this poem lacks the depth of the original poem, it is easier to understand and more acceptable to ordinary people!"
"this……"
Ye Shouyuan looked at Cao An with gradually shocked eyes.
The latter looked indifferently and said casually: "I wrote this in my spare time. Do you think it can be modified?"
"There are only a few places where the wording is a bit lonely and can be changed slightly."
Ye Shouyuan was no longer reserved, and bowed respectfully: "Cao Langjun, this poem is novel and unique, yet elegant... I admire it."
This time Cao An was reserved.
He looked disdainful and said calmly: "I am not good at composing music, so you have to do these things... I will hum it first, and you should remember it."
"Cao Langjun please!"
Ye Shouyuan became more respectful and stood aside with a serious look on his face.
In his opinion, Cao An's reserve was precisely to save face for himself...
If he has finished the lyrics and music, what else does he need from a certain musician?
"It has nothing to do with Fengyue, I am waiting for your reply to the inscription,
A perfect pen stroke, thousands of waves on the shore!
How to interpret the word "love" and how to write it down are all wrong..."
