Chapter 13: God descends to earth and strikes four
In order not to cause conflicts, Song Che simply lived in Yunshuifang. Anyway, there were still some plans to be conceived, and it was rare for a person to be pure.
The fabrics in the Yunshuifang warehouse are precious, so there are people on duty every night. Qin Ruo, as the shopkeeper, also lives in the warehouse.
Qinruo joined the Shen family at the age of eight and learned embroidery skills from the embroiderers. It has been fifteen years now. Her life is very monotonous, with no lover and no family. It remains the same all year round. Yunshuifang is everything to her.
At night.
The bright moon in the south of the Yangtze River is always so bright. If you open the window, you can see everything clearly without lighting a lamp.
Song Che stood quietly in front of the window with a cigarette between his fingers. This was the last piece of spiritual food. Maybe after smoking this cigarette, he should completely accept the reality, forget his past identity, and live in the present peacefully.
Suzhou City is full of lights and crowds of people are scattered and relaxed.
The gangsters on the street corner appeared again. They stared at Song Che behind the window from a distance. By now, it was absolutely certain that they must have something up their sleeve.
Song Che hated being watched, and these bugs must be crushed to death.
"Da da da……"
"Uncle, the rice bowl you asked for is here."
Qin Ruo's voice sounded outside the door.
Song Che stubbed out the cigarette butt, threw it out of the window, and said, "Come in."
Qin Ruo pushed the door open with the food in hand, looked at Song Che's back, put down the food and planned to leave.
"Princess Qin." Song Che suddenly called her.
"What's the matter, uncle?" Qin Ruo asked.
Song Che turned around, leaned against the window sill, smiled at her and asked, "Do you think I really went to a brothel to play with women?"
Qin Ruo was stunned for a moment, then said: "Miss's talent and beauty, looking at the whole city of Suzhou, she is considered the number one, and no one dares to recognize her as the second. With such a beloved man, how can I look down on the ruined flowers and willows in the brothel? ?”
Song Che said: "But your lady doesn't think so."
Qin Ruo said: "Miss, she is still young after all, not to mention that her husband has entered a brothel. Even if he has not done anything inappropriate, it is unbearable for a wife. Uncle, you... still have to find an appropriate time to apologize to the lady." That’s all.”
What an intellectual woman!
Song Che sat back on the desk with a smile, picked up the chopsticks, and while cooking, asked: "By the way, Mr. Qin, is there still room on the first floor of the shop?"
Qin Ruo thought for a while: "There is an ear room on the right side, about four feet in diameter, which is usually used to pile up sundries."
Song Che said: "Tomorrow, send someone to clear it out. I will set up another private room."
"What is a private room? What is it used for?" Qin Ruo was curious.
"This is an underwear that I specially designed for women. It is different from ordinary underwear. It is made of silk gauze. It is breathable, cool, bold and healthy," Song Che said, taking out a private set from the bookcase and handing it to Qin Ruo : "Qin shopkeeper, why not give it a try?"
Qin Ruo came to take over the private room, and compared her body with the moonlight. Her cheeks turned red, "This... this is too... too frivolous, isn't it?"
Song Che smiled and said: "Clothes are dead things, how can we talk about frivolity? It just varies from person to person."
"Uncle...are you sure this thing will be marketable?" Qin Ruo questioned.
Song Che asked, "Shopkeeper Qin, do you know which three types of people make the most money in this world?"
Qin Ruo curled her lips: "I think it's hard for anyone to make money."
Song Che shook his head slightly, "It is the elderly, children, and women who make the most money. Women, in particular, are naturally emotional, impulsive, and have no resistance in front of beautiful things. This private house I built is exactly the right thing to seize." If you wear it, you will gain beauty, health and charm. I would like to ask you women, why not do it?"
Qin Ruo crossed her arms, "I really have some doubts now. My uncle went to a brothel to pick up women. A man who follows the rules is not as charming and suave as my uncle, and he is deeply rooted in women's hearts."
That's not a lie, Song Che started picking up girls since elementary school. In his twenty-five years of life, he has seen countless girls and is a proper friend of women.
"Go put it on and try it on. Come back and tell me how you feel?" Song Che urged with a smile.
Qin Ruo hugged her private room and struggled before leaving: "If I were not the shopkeeper, I would never try such a frivolous thing."
A quarter of an hour later.
Qin Ruo walked into the study room with a blushing face and threw her underwear on the table: "This private room is very good and can be sold very well, but I am not suitable to wear it. I'd better take it back."
Song Che squinted and smiled: "The size is small, so you can add more."
Qin Ruo blushed even more and said resolutely: "I don't want it to be enlarged!"
Song Che pursed his lips, picked up his underwear, looked at the moonlight, and said softly for a long time: "It's really weird, where did the water stains come from?"
"ah!"
Qin Ruo exclaimed, snatched it away, held the monkey's butt-like cheeks, and fled out of the study.
"Shopkeeper Qin, remember, personal items are no better than clothes. Once you try them on, they cannot be returned or exchanged!"
Song Che lowered his head and laughed. The more intellectual a woman is, the cuter she is.
gradually.
The moon is at the zenith.
After spending most of the night, Song Che combined the photos he took to design three types of underwear suitable for contemporary women. Everything will only be cut out tomorrow and the pre-sale will be officially launched;
He put down the brush, stretched his waist, stood up and walked to the window. Just when he wanted to take a breath, he found that there were still three or five people squatting on the corner of the street.
These gangsters really have perseverance.
Song Che snorted softly, closed the window and the moonlight, took out the electric baton from the drawer and wrapped it in his sleeve, picked up a pot of tea and walked out of Yunshuifang.
Suzhou City is deserted and deserted at night, with scattered lights and a few pedestrians.
When Song Che passed by the street corner, a few gangsters shrank into the alley. They waited until Song Che had gone a long way before they started to follow him.
Song Che raised his head and drank tea, glanced at the sneaking people behind him from the corner of his eye, curled up the corner of his mouth slightly, sneered, and turned around to enter a dark alley.
Several gangsters sped up and caught up. When they reached the entrance of the alley, they were stranded. One of them said, "This is a dead end. That kid didn't run away."
"Today I've got him!"
Several people rolled up their sleeves and followed into the alley.
Song Che suddenly stopped and turned around. His eyes reflected in the moonlight were as bright as the eyes of an animal. He stared coldly at the gangsters: "I have no grudge against you, why are you always holding on to me? "
"No grudge? Humph! Yesterday you set your dog to bite me, and I haven't even settled the score with you yet!" A ruffian with an unshaven beard stepped forward and showed his face. It was none other than the old man who blackmailed someone yesterday.
Another ruffian came forward and said: "Mr. Song, it's not that we have any grudge against you, it's that someone paid money to make you unhappy. If you know better, hold your head and let us beat you up, then forget about it. If you dare If you resist, then it won’t be a big deal for us to start.”
Song Che sneered, "These days, do you still need to be moral before a fight? You guys are so crooked, you still want to teach me a lesson?" He threw the teapot to the ground, "Bang!" Porcelain shards flew everywhere, and the tea was They spread out and said, "Come and try it!"
"You ungrateful guy, get on me!"
The four gangsters rushed forward with wooden sticks in their hands, shouting and yelling.
Song Che took two steps back and stared at the gangsters. When they stepped onto the puddle of tea on the ground, he quickly took out the electric baton in his sleeve and thrust it into the water. "Zizzizi..." A million volts of high pressure passed through the water flow. Released instantly, the ruffians danced with electricity!
In the blink of an eye, the four of them were spread out on the ground, as if they were going crazy, twitching and muttering: "This kid... knows witchcraft!"
Song Che picked up the wooden stick and knocked the other three people unconscious. Only the old man who blackmailed yesterday was left, and he beat and kicked him until he was subdued!
"Don't... don't fight, my grandfather! You are going to beat me to death!" The old man begged for mercy.
Song Che then put away his fists and kicked, grabbed Lao Lai by the collar and asked, "Tell me! Did that bastard Chen Rencai call you here?"
Lao Lai shook his head: "No, it's something that Mr. Hong ordered..."
Song Che raised an eyebrow: "Betting Saint Nemesis Hong Ye?"
The old man was stunned and shook his head again: "It's not the gambling saint nemesis, it's Hong Biao, the owner of the 'Datong Gambling House' in the south of the city!"
In ancient times, those who could open gambling houses in the city had more or less a background in the world of martial arts.
Seeing that Song Che remained silent, Lao Lai quickly said, "We are just idlers hanging out in the city. We fight and make trouble and can't make a lot of money. Mr. Song, please spare me, I don't dare to do it anymore!"
"From now on, if you dare to wander around the shop again, I will beat you every time I see you!"
"Yes Yes Yes--"
"Snapped!"
Knocked him out with a sap and left.
