The day before the two families went to war.
Third Sister Kou stayed at Wanyue Tower.
When he got the news, Jia Changjun fainted again...
The first thing he did after waking up was not to scold Cao An, but to greet Mr. Qin and Fan Lou's gang of shopkeepers frantically.
The house was in a mess, and the prostitutes and domestic servants lowered their heads and did not dare to answer.
"Liar! They are all liars!"
Jia Changjun was almost crazy, yelling crazily: "I spent so much money, what does this mean? And these 'poems'... what's the point?!"
As he spoke, he tore into pieces a pile of poems he had just written.
This is a masterpiece written by Su Hanqing, a famous talent in Bianliang and a poet in white. It cost Jia Changjun thousands of dollars and even cost him one of his favorite dancers.
But even if he didn't understand poetry, he still knew that these poems written by Su Hanqing could not be compared with Jian Yuerong's "Red Cliff Nostalgia".
Coupled with Sister Kou's stunning dancing skills, this arena match was already 80% lost before it even started...
…
The backyard wing of Yichun Building.
Du Sanniang, who is twenty-five years old, is graceful and charming.
She caressed the lute and whispered softly.
The accompanying maidservant was waiting at the side and said softly: "Madam, take a rest and practice again... We are just here to help out. Whether we succeed or not is also his Yichun Tower's business."
"You don't understand, this time..."
Du Sanniang stopped, gently stroked the strings, and sighed: "If I lose, my reputation will be ruined."
"so serious?"
The maid screamed in horror.
"The owner of the family asked me to come to Yichun Tower because he obviously wanted to bring down Wanyue Tower."
Du Sanniang shook her head helplessly, and sighed: "But I have also heard the song "Red Cliff Nostalgic". It is really a good poem that will be remembered throughout the ages!"
She had always kept aloof from the world, but there was a hint of worry in her eyes.
Isn't it a matter of the boss's word whether good or bad in this line of work is the matter?
If she loses this time...
Who cares about a worthless prostitute?
Seeing that she was in a low mood, the maid smiled and consoled her: "Madam, you are the number one oiran in Bianliang, how can you be compared to those rouge and vulgar fans?"
"The patrons like you and are willing to spend a lot of money for you, so you will naturally be sought after by everyone. But if...a down-and-out phoenix is not as good as a chicken, let alone us?"
Du Sanniang seemed to have seen through the world, her eyes filled with sadness.
"My motherland is wandering in my mind. I am affectionate and should laugh at me. I will be born early... Life is like a dream, and one statue still shines in the moonlight."
She murmured softly, with a brilliant light in her eyes: "How many people in the world can match such talent? Winning or losing has already been decided, but it only adds to the worries..."
boom!
The door was pushed open with great force.
Jia Changjun glared at Du Sanniang, gnashing his teeth and said, "Ms. Du, are you going to admit defeat before we compete?"
"The slave family has met Shopkeeper Jia."
Du Sanniang's face remained as usual: "Jian Yuerong's poetry is indeed inferior to that of the Nu family, but whether we win or lose, the Nu family will do our best. Please rest assured about this."
She is not from Yichun Tower, so she doesn't have to kowtow to Jia Changjun.
However, Jia Changjun, who had already lost his sense of proportion, smiled ferociously: "Someone has a good idea, and he will definitely win this competition. It depends on whether Mrs. Du is willing to do it."
"Shopkeeper Jia, please speak."
Du Sanniang frowned slightly.
She didn't like Jia Changjun's naked and sinister look.
"These are some little songs that I have collected. Madam Du will be on stage tomorrow and she will definitely win the first prize!"
Jia Changjun waved his hand, and the servant handed over a few pieces of paper.
The naked words in it are so embarrassing that even the low-grade prostitutes in the secret door are too embarrassed to speak!
"this……"
Du Sanniang just glanced at it, and the anger in her eyes became stronger: "How can I sing such obscene words and clichés?"
Although she lives in the world, at least...
Jia Changjun sneered: "If you lose in the arena tomorrow, you will still have to sing these little songs. No one will pay for a has-been oiran, and neither will you!"
"If you lose, you will still be reduced to a low-level singer! At that time, those patrons will not care about your title of head of the line or courtesan. These titles will only make them more excited!"
Jia Changjun's words touched his heart: "But if you win, even if you lose face, you will still be the leader of Bianliang! You will not be forced to surrender to those prostitutes."
in other words……
Do you want fame or face?
Especially a singer like Du Sanniang who signed a death contract...
If the master supports you, everything will be fine.
But if this value is lost one day, there will be no way to escape the fate of being 'squeezed'.
"There's no need to say anything, Shopkeeper Jia!"
Du Sanniang's pretty face was frosty: "The slave family will never sing these things no matter what! Even if the master is present, he will definitely not humiliate the slave family like this!"
Jia Changjun had a gloomy face, with a lustful look in his eyes: "Haha, I advise Mrs. Du to think carefully... Otherwise, everyone will suffer, Jia can do anything!"
Du Sanniang frowned: "Don't worry, Shopkeeper Jia, the slave family will do their best tomorrow! As for other things... Shopkeeper Jia, please come back!"
…
The next day.
It was just dawn.
Bianhe Street is bustling with activity.
Early in the morning, vendors began to occupy stalls, especially in front of Wanyuelou, where the cries were endless.
Cao An stuck his head out from upstairs and shouted down: "You are still trying to prevent people from sleeping? What time is it? What time is it?!"
At this moment, many guests had gathered outside the door.
Everyone looked up and laughed.
"Hey, Mr. Cao, how did you sleep last night?"
"Young people should know how to exercise restraint! It is not good to overdraft..."
"Ha ha!"
A bunch of old perverts laughed wildly.
Cao An finally woke up and remembered that he stayed in Wanyue Building yesterday because he was too late for rehearsal.
"grass!"
He cursed and closed the door, and Arhat happened to come in from the outside.
"Mr. Lang, you're awake. Do you want to wash up first?"
Cao An looked a little sick and said angrily: "Are these people crazy? What are you doing if you wake up early and don't sleep?"
"Mr. Lang doesn't know something, and now the outside world is going crazy!"
Arhat looked at him with admiration: "As soon as your song "Red Cliff Nostalgia" came out, all the Bianliang literati rushed to praise it... Many people are waiting for tonight's show, and they are worried that they will not be able to get in if they arrive late. , so I was waiting outside the door early."
"Shut up……"
Cao An glanced at him: "The lyrics are written by Jian Yuerong. No matter whether it is externally or internally, you must say so! Do you understand?"
Luo Han smiled bitterly: "Mr. Lang, why are you doing this? Besides, so many girls in the building know the inside story, so this matter can't be hidden after all..."
"I can't hide it and I can't admit it."
Cao An casually wiped his face with a towel and said, "This is called 'conflict'... The more they question it, the more popular Jian Yuerong becomes."
Arhat didn't understand what 'heat' meant, but he somewhat understood Cao An's intention.
Build momentum!
It doesn't matter who wrote the words, what matters is the topic - as long as there are enough topics, the name Jian Yuerong will be mentioned constantly.
"Who does art and literature and doesn't get scolded? But that's not important... If 10,000 people scold you, then congratulations... it means you are already famous."
Cao An got dressed, took a casual sip of cold tea, and went downstairs.
Arhat followed behind and frowned: "But that's an insult."
"Infamy is also a name..."
Cao An slowly went downstairs and said with a smile without looking back: "If everyone is scolding... wouldn't you also want to see who the person everyone is scolding is?"
Arhat nodded dully.
Cao An suddenly turned around and smiled slyly: "Then the money will come, right?"
A brothel is not a court, so why does it need such a good reputation?
For Cao An, money is the most real thing. As for reputation - as a famous street kid in Bianliang City, does he still care about this?
