Chi Junqing felt that he was crazy, and suddenly felt that living under the intimidation of the big boss was not a bad thing, at least he would not have to worry about food and drink. Moreover, the status of the two brothers has obviously improved in the past two years. Not only can they spend money like rich men, but if it is not an important season, they can go wherever they want.
But it's too late to say anything now.
The biggest role of him and Chi Junyan is to provide cover for the two sons of the big leader. Now that outsiders know that the big leader has two sons, their value will be greatly reduced. If this matter is discovered by the big leader again, You know, then his death is not far away.
After Chi Junqing left, Mu Yun stood up and stretched, as if all the depression of the past few days had been expelled from his body.
Chenwu asked, "I don't think this guy is telling lies."
"I think so."
"What's next?"
"Go walk around the streets and relax."
"Are you still in the mood to relax?"
"if not?"
When he heard that he was about to go out, one of his subordinates came up to him, clasped his fists and asked, "Chief, do you want us to follow you?"
Mu Yun smiled slightly: "You just need to follow me secretly... By the way, don't call me leader in the future."
"Understood, First... Young Master."
Mu Yun pointed to two more delicate-looking maids and said to them, "You two follow me."
The two maids replied in unison: "Yes, Master."
Chenwu shouted in his heart: "Hey! Hey! What do you mean? Why are you taking the girl out??"
"Don't make a fuss. If you want to pretend, just pretend like you are."
…
In March, when the warblers are flying and the grass is growing, there are many tourists outing by Poyang Lake, and there are also many young men like Mu Yun with their maids.
He left his sword in the house and found a folding fan from somewhere. His clothes and appearance made him look like a noble man.
The maids assigned to him by Ye Yu Xiaozhu were naturally no ordinary maids. Mu Yun could tell from their steps that each of them was hiding something secretly. The two maids were young and had long been tired of staying in the house these days. They were very happy when Mu Yun brought them out.
Through this period of contact, the maids felt that their young master was a good person, with a good temper, and he was easy to talk to. In addition, they were of similar age, so these girls were more relaxed in front of him.
"Sir," a maid asked with a smile, "there is a teahouse over there, do we want to take a rest?"
Mu Yun nodded and said, "Okay."
The tea house is built next to the lake, and the scenery upstairs is great.
Entered the teahouse and asked for a private seat. Mu Yun leaned against the railing and looked at the lake in ecstasy. The two maids washed and made the tea diligently and skillfully.
The wind on the lake was very loud and it sounded a bit noisy.
While looking at the lake view, someone pushed the door open and entered the private room. He seemed to be talking to his maid. Not long after, a maid walked up to Mu Yun, leaned over and asked softly: "Master, do you want to listen to music?"
There was no emotion on Mu Yun's face, he just said: "Call in."
Chen Wu went crazy: "You're going a little too far!"
Mu Yun ignored Chen Wu.
A woman with a pipa in her arms entered the private room, made a blessing to Mu Yun's back, and asked crisply: "Sir, which part do you want to hear?"
"Whatever, just be gentle."
"I understand."
The melodious sound of the pipa sounded, and the girl's singing voice and the sound of the pipa passed by Mu Yun's side, floated out of the teahouse, and finally dissipated in the not-so-gentle wind on the lake.
After that, Mu Yun's life became cyclical. Get up every day, eat, pick two maids, go to the street, relax by the lake, go to a teahouse, listen to music, and finally go back.
The killer who was following him in the dark and the maid who accompanied him both felt that his young master seemed to be interested in the singer in this teahouse. Every time he came, he would ask for this girl by name, and he would give her a sum of money every time. A generous reward. Half a month later, the teahouse owner figured out Mu Yun’s pattern.
Every time before he arrived, the boss would not let the woman receive customers.
"Master, what else do you want to hear?" Three songs have been sung, and as usual, this master can listen to four songs. But this is just a polite question, because every time this beautiful young man will answer "whatever".
But this time the young master didn't say that. He was silent for a long time and then slowly said: "What's your name?"
The singer was a little surprised and quickly replied with fear and fear: "My name is Hongqiao."
When the two maids heard the young master asking his name, they looked at each other and smiled, then closed the door and went out.
There were only two people left in the room, and the singer Hongqiao was dumbfounded. In this teahouse, such a thing is normal.
There are two types of singers in teahouses, one is just singing, the other is much more interesting.
Hongqiao is the first one.
Women from good families don't know how to do this kind of work. Even if they just sing, they will be criticized. If it hadn't been for an accident at home, Hongqiao wouldn't have fallen into this situation. Now there are four people in the family waiting for her to earn a living. A few days ago, the teahouse owner tried to persuade her, saying that this young man was generous, handsome, and not a surly person. If you serve him well and take her home as your wife, you will enjoy endless glory and wealth in the future.
For the sake of her family, Hongqiao is willing to go out of her way, but being able to do so does not mean she is willing. She has a crush on someone, and they may spend their lives together. But she couldn't help it.
Hongqiao was prepared to accept it all silently.
Mu Yun pulled down the bamboo curtain, and the entire elegant room instantly became dark.
Hong Qiao said with a horrified look on her face: "Mr. Young Master..."
Mu Yun whispered: "Don't be afraid."
The handsome young man in front of her didn't do anything. Instead, he sat down facing her, stared into her eyes and asked, "Hongqiao, how old are you?"
"Sixteen." His voice was thin and weak.
"Every day you come to the teahouse, there is a young man picking you up and dropping you off. Is he your lover?"
"Yes Yes……"
"I heard from people that your parents are suffering from chronic diseases. You have two younger brothers, one is still in school and the other has just learned to walk. Now the whole family depends on you to support them."
Hong Qiao was surprised: "How did the young master know?"
"This is not a difficult thing for me. Let me ask you, do you want your family to live a good life? Do you want to stay with your lover for the rest of your life?"
Hong Qiao answered bravely: "I think so!"
"Okay," Mu Yun smiled, "You help me do things. I promise you all these things and help you turn them into reality."
Hong Qiao couldn't believe her ears: "Young master...could he be the Dou Nu family?"
Mu Yun shook his head.
Hong Qiao asked: "What do you want me to do, Master?"
"I won't tell you for now. When the time comes, you will know...just rest here for a while, don't talk, and try not to make any noise."
"I understand."
Mu Yun lay lazily on the chair, closing his eyes to rest. It was almost half an hour before Mu Yun opened his eyes and said to Hong Qiao, "Okay, you can go back."
"Yes, sir."
"Wait a minute," Mu Yun said, "mess up your clothes a little bit."
The little girl who had been hanging out in such places for many years naturally understood what Mu Yun meant. Although she was shy, she still messed up her clothes as if she had been rubbed by someone.
"And hair."
Hong Qiao did as she was told.
Mu Yun thought for a moment: "Rub your face and use some strength."
After finishing all this, Mu Yun nodded and said, "You know what to do, right?"
"The slave family knows."
"Go ahead."
The two maids stood far away from the private room, watching the pretty singer walk out of the private room with disheveled hair and flushed face. She looked a little flustered and was about to cry, with one hand still holding her tightly. collar, and staggered a little when walking.
The maids looked at each other and smiled, and one of them whispered: "I heard that our young master has a sweetheart."
"How can a man not steal something?"
"Our young master was very patient, and it took him half a month to capture him. I've told you a long time ago that your young master is interested in this person, otherwise he wouldn't secretly inquire about his family background."
"Keep your voice down so that the young master can hear you. Let's go in."
"Oh, why are you in a hurry? We'll go in later."
After a long time, the two maids carefully opened the door and entered the private room.
The bamboo curtains had been opened, and the wind was a little strong, blowing all the air in the room. Mu Yun stood in front of the railing with his back to them, seemingly adjusting his collar.
The maid asked in a low voice: "Sir, shall we go back now?"
Mu Yun replied: "Well... go and give the teahouse owner a reward."
The maid covered her mouth and smiled softly, asking, "Aren't you going to tell me something?"
"Just tell me, and that's it."
"My slave understands."
…
The profit sharing between Hongqiao and the tea house is 37 points, 7 points for the tea house and 3 points for you. Since being attracted by this handsome young man, Hong Qiao's income has been about three times the usual amount in half a month.
The teahouse owner was very happy today because the young man rewarded him with a full reward of two hundred taels.
The boss handed the sixty taels of silver to Hongqiao and said with a smile: "Hongqiao, what am I talking about? The world is difficult, laugh at the poor but don't laugh at the prostitutes. If your family can live well, you don't care what others think? Right?" Your family won't be able to save these sixty taels in a few years."
Hong Qiao lowered her head, her eyes full of humiliation. This was not pretending. Although she did not have anything happen with the young man, the boss's words made her sound aggrieved.
She kept the money in her hands, nodded slightly to the boss and left the room.
The waiter on the side asked the boss in a low voice: "Master, who is that young man? You are so generous."
"How did I know this?" The boss looked at the money in his hand and smiled from ear to ear. "It's so cheap. Hongqiao, this little girl, started singing here last year. Several gentlemen have taken a liking to her. Never before." I surrendered. I thought she was some kind of chaste and martyr woman, and her co-authors were being sold for a price, waiting for the big fish to take the bait."
Hongqiao left the teahouse and walked under a big tree. There was a carriage next to the tree, and a young man was lying on the carriage and taking a nap.
Hongqiao walked over and whispered to the young man: "Brother Liang..."
The young man woke up, rubbed his eyes and asked, "Qiao'er, it's time to go back?...You...what's wrong?"
Looking at the girl with disheveled hair and tears in her eyes, the young man guessed something, and anger began to appear in his eyes.
Hong Qiao shook her head: "Nothing, let's go back."
The young man pulled Hongqiao into the car, and Hongqiao entered the car without saying a word.
He gritted his teeth hard, he hated, hated himself, hated himself for being useless. If I had the ability and made more money, my beauty would not come to a place like this to earn money to support the family.
Hongqiao's family background was not bad before. His father was in business and made some money in the early years. However, her parents fell ill at the same time the year before last. They were ill for less than a year, and all their savings were spent just to see a doctor.
Peng Liang's family is a driver of large trucks, and ordinary people are neighbors with Hongqiao's family. He is one year older than Hongqiao, and the two have been childhood sweethearts and have liked each other since childhood. After something happened at Hongqiao's family, Peng Liang persuaded his parents to go to her house to propose marriage, but his parents refused to agree, for fear of being dragged down by Hongqiao's parents.
Peng Liang often secretly helped Hongqiao's family, but the little money he earned was not enough.
Hongqiao learned to play the pipa well when she was a child. After being taught by someone, she came to this teahouse to play and sing. She was petite and lovely, and was loved by those arty people. Many people made unreasonable requests to her, but they were all rejected, and several times they even threatened her with death. The reason why I was "sparing" this time was because my father's condition had worsened and the money he earned was no longer enough for treatment.
Peng Liang didn't agree with her coming here to make money, but he had no other choice but to pick up and drop off Hongqiao in person every day, which almost delayed the car business.
They are all poor people, and they are all incompetent people. Their teeth are broken and they can only swallow it in their stomachs.
Hongqiao's house is very far from the teahouse
It's far away, and it usually takes more than half an hour to walk. Every time we get home, it's dark.
Both of them were silent on the road. When Xu was approaching, the carriage returned to the street where they lived.
Just turn a corner and you'll be home.
Peng Liang stopped the carriage and sat quietly without saying a word.
Hong Qiao asked softly: "Brother Liang, are we here?"
Peng Liang replied: "Not yet, we have arrived at Grandma's Temple."
Hongqiao knew that Nainai Temple was very secluded and the two often had trysts here. She stretched out her hand, pulled Peng Liang into the carriage, and then plunged into his arms.
At this moment, Peng Liang couldn't help it any longer, and tears burst into his eyes as a dignified man of seven feet.
"Qiao'er, I'm the coward! Don't go to the teahouse from tomorrow on. I'll ask my father to sell the property. I'll definitely cure your parents!"
Hongqiao raised her head and asked, "Brother Liang, what did you say?"
Peng Liang lowered his head and looked at Hong Qiao, and found that the girl in his arms had a smile on her face, which made Peng Liang a little puzzled.
Hong Qiao whispered in Peng Liang's ear: "I met a strange... kind-hearted man, the one I mentioned earlier. He has been asking me to sing to him every day for the past half month, and he never picks out any songs. Today The way I look... he asked me to pretend."
Peng Liang became even more confused: "Why?"
"That young man asked me to help him."
"What to do?"
"He hasn't said anything yet."
"Qiao'er, don't let him fool you."
Hong Qiao reached into her arms, took out a money bag, and said, "Look, this is the reward given by this young master today, a total of sixty taels!"
Peng Liang took the purse and found that it contained sixty taels.
"It won't be... a hard work, right?"
"Brother Liang, with these sixty taels, my father and mother's illness can be cured, and my brothers can have enough to eat. Even if I have to work hard, I will accept it... Let's not talk about this, I have a problem in my heart. Brother Liang , take these twenty taels, Young Master promises me there will be some more in the future."
Peng Liang shook his head: "Your family needs money. Our family has enough to eat, so we don't need it."
Hongqiao put down her purse, put her arms around Peng Liang's neck, and said seductively in his ear: "Brother Liang... please marry me..."
"Yes, I will marry you."
