"Boss Song, it is said that you hired thirty famous prostitutes in Yuchun Tower to support your private house. What a generous act!"
"Yes, I heard that Boss Song is still a surrogate son-in-law. Even people like us who marry him off don't dare to be so blatant."
"Brother Song is really a role model for us!"
As the saying goes, which rich man is not romantic? When it comes to the girls in Yuchun Tower, the room is full of men, both young and old, who all have their own opinions.
"Hey...if I could catch a glimpse of the courtesan wearing her private clothes, I would have no regrets in the rest of my life!"
"I remember the last time I went to Yuchun Tower was ten years ago. At that time, Madam Xu was still young and a beautiful girl."
"It's a pity, it's a pity, it's a pity..."
Song Che is also a man, so he knows very well what these people are thinking.
Why do men bother men? It’s not too much to feast your eyes without feasting on your mouth, right?
"Okay! Today Song is going to risk everything. Everyone, please follow me to the second floor. Make your footsteps more subtle, so you don't want to be heard."
Song Che waved, and a room full of men, including the guys, followed him quietly upstairs.
There are rows of windows on the west side of the second floor, offering a panoramic view of the backyard.
The men squatted behind the window, crowded with people, with only one pair of eyes exposed, looking straight down.
"Wow...it's like a fairy descended to earth, a beauty in the world!"
"Hey, hey, look at that, my God, it's bigger than Cuju, and it's bumpy when walking...Brother Song, your private room is so powerful, it keeps falling apart."
"It's going to break. We're really in for a treat."
"I will definitely buy all these private houses!"
…
After half an hour, the private show came to an end.
The men went downstairs first, waiting for their wives to be discharged from the hospital.
The current situation is that women usually only choose one or two pieces that they like, while most men buy a set of them all as a gift for their wife and a gift for themselves.
After Song Che saw off the guests, he restored the shop with the waiters, while Shen Wenjun and Qin Ruo settled accounts at the counter.
After everything was in order, it was already midnight.
The price of ready-made clothes is comparable to that of cloth sold in private houses, with a set costing tens to hundreds of taels. The guests here tonight are all wealthy owners, and their purchasing power is naturally not to mention. Just one press conference alone has a turnover of 13,000 yuan. With more than a thousand taels, the new store will open tomorrow and it will definitely sell out again.
All in all, this press conference was a complete success.
"Everyone has worked hard today. Go to bed early. The new store will open tomorrow."
Song Che said goodbye to the clerk and took the car home with Shen Wenjun.
In the car, Shen Wenjun fell into Song Che's arms, chatting for a few words before falling asleep with a face full of contentment.
Song Che took off his coat, gently draped it on her body, and twirled a few strands of messy hair around her temples, revealing her fair and rosy face, which was almost too beautiful.
"Afu, drive the car slower, don't bump around."
"I understand, uncle."
The carriage slowed down, and the sound of hoofbeats could be heard clearly on the empty street.
Following the rhythmic beat, Song Che's eyelids began to twitch, and unconsciously, he squinted against the fragrance of hair in his arms.
I don’t know how long I slept.
"hiss--"
The horse neighed loudly and the carriage suddenly stopped. The two of them were startled at the same time.
"Afu, what happened?" Song Che asked quickly.
After a long time, the coachman didn't reply, and an ominous premonition arose in Song Che's heart.
"What's wrong?" Shen Wenjun looked panicked.
Song Che made a silence gesture and was about to open the door curtain, but Ah Fu fell in first. His eyes widened and he shouted with his last breath:
"Uncle...Miss...run away!"
There was a cross dart stuck in his throat!
"Afu..." Shen Wenjun covered his mouth and was speechless.
Without thinking, Song Che kicked open the back door of the carriage, pulled Shen Wenjun and started to run back, but unexpectedly, there were already three men in black wearing bamboo hats on their heads and carrying plain knives standing outside the street not far away.
Song Che wanted to turn back again, but there were already three killers in front of him.
"What should I do..." Shen Wenjun's voice trembled.
Song Che touched the fire gourd on his waist and quickly looked around, "Don't be afraid, come with me!" He hurriedly pulled Shen Wenjun into a narrow alley.
After running a few steps into the alley, Shen Wenjun exclaimed: "This is a dead end!"
"Someone did die, but it was definitely not us." Song Che protected Shen Wenjun behind him, staring ahead and stepping back step by step.
Six killers holding knives quickly blocked the entrance to the alley. One of the killers took off his bamboo hat, his single eye filled with ferocity and ferocity, he laughed and said:
"Uncle Song, we meet again."
Feiyun Gang, One-eyed Dragon, Di Fei.
Song Che took off the wine gourd and said nothing, only silently thinking in his heart: Get closer, get closer...
"Forget it about Yangzhou, but you killed my sworn brother Hong Biao again. Tell me, how do you want to die tonight?" Di Fei asked loudly.
Song Che sneered: "Isn't it possible that I will die tonight?"
"Oh?" Di Fei laughed disdainfully: "Do you think you will be lucky tonight?"
"Second brother, this kid is full of tricks. I think it's best to kill him with a quick knife to avoid causing more trouble!" Scarface was about to step forward with the knife.
But Di Fei stopped Scarface: "No, if we let this kid die quickly, it would be too easy for him." He raised the knife and pointed at Shen Wenjun behind Song Che: "Let's cut off his limbs first." , I pressed this little girl down again and let him act like a bastard before he died, hahaha——"
"Blind idiot, did you know that bad people always die because of their words!"
Song Che opened the buckle, paused for two breaths in his hand, quickly threw the fire gourd at the bandit, and turned around to protect Shen Wenjun.
"Second brother, be careful, it's a hidden weapon!" Scarface stepped forward with the knife and slashed, but before his blade touched the gourd——
"Boom!"
A loud noise shocked the whole city of Suzhou!
Fire and gunpowder smoke rose into the sky, and even Song Che, who was ten feet away, was shocked and his ears were buzzing!
"How...how...I..." Shen Wenjun held his cheek and spoke incoherently.
"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid." Song Che comforted his wife and turned to glance at the smoke. After a while, the smoke seemed to dissipate, and the corpses of the bandits were scattered in the alley.
"You stay here, I'll go over and take a look."
"Don't go..."
"Don't worry, if it explodes at such a close range, they will either die or be maimed."
Song Che left Shen Wenjun behind, took out the revolver in his arms, and approached the bandits step by step.
Scarface, who was lying at the front, had half of his body blown off. The other four men also fell to the ground motionless. Only Di Fei, who had the best martial arts skills, was lying on the ground twitching. Half of his face had been blown off. He won't live much longer.
Di Fei stared with anger and fear.
Song Che stared at D Fei coldly: "You Feiyun Gang, I, Song Che, will definitely eat it!"
