Bad waist...
Su Dongchu, who had been following Jiang Yifeng, scratched his head curiously, "Uncle Zhong, what does going to a brothel have to do with a bad waist?"
"this……"
Zhou Zhong suddenly didn't know how to answer.
He couldn't tell Su Dongchu that for a man of his age, going to a brothel was a laborious job!
Jiang Yifeng glanced at Zhou Zhong and ignored him. Instead, he walked to the counter, took out a piece of paper the size of 4A paper, thought for a while, and then started writing.
Shocking news!
Su Shikui's beloved disciple Jiang Ning's masterpiece novels "Water Margin" and "Jin Ping Mei" have started pre-sale.
All literati who participate in the pre-sale will be eligible to purchase the first batch of storybooks. The first batch of storybooks include poems written by Su Shikui himself.
The koi carp is possessed, you will win once you buy it!
Address: Shikui Book Store at the end of Zhuangyuan Street!
After Jiang Yifeng wrote the slogan, he handed it to Zhou Zhong, "Since your waist is not good, then don't go and find someone to copy this into three hundred sheets. The paper must be the same size as this paper and the format must be the same. "
Zhou Zhong took a look at what Jiang Yifeng had written, and frowned slightly at first, feeling that it was too straightforward to write like this.
However, after reading it carefully, he discovered the power of Jiang Yifeng. These seemingly straightforward words actually made him remember all the information at once.
In comparison, although the number of words in what he wrote is many times more, the things he can remember after reading it are pretty good.
only……
Zhou Zhong was a little confused, "Master, why do you need three hundred sheets? Isn't one sheet enough?"
Jiang Yifeng was impatient and said, "Go if you are told. Don't ask so many questions. If I weren't worried about not having enough time, I would have made a thousand copies."
After hearing this, Zhou Zhong immediately shut his mouth.
Jiang Yifeng took Su Dongchu to the brothel.
The brothel woman who was responsible for attracting customers outside was the one who had misunderstood the relationship between Jiang Yifeng and the Madam. When she saw Jiang Yifeng arriving, she quickly found the Madam.
Seeing Jiang Yifeng and the Madam leaving, she began to fantasize again and almost moved herself to tears.
At the same time, inside Yashe.
Mother Liu glanced at Su Dongchu next to Jiang Yifeng, and a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, "Mr. Jiang, it's only been a day, are you too anxious?"
Jiang Yifeng smiled and said: "Mama Liu, don't get me wrong. I'm not here today to ask for money, but to do some business with you."
Mother Liu raised her eyebrows, "What else do you want to do with me?"
Jiang Yifeng smiled and said: "After leaving the Su family, I opened a bookstore. I plan to ask a few girls to help me promote it. It will only take about ten days."
Book shop?
publicity?
Invite a girl?
Mother Liu was stunned for a moment and asked curiously: "Do you need girls to promote your book store? Is your book store serious?"
Faced with the inquiry, Jiang Yifeng wanted to say something serious, but when he thought that the bookstore also sold "Jin Ping Mei", he just smiled.
Mother Liu understood and asked, "My girls are not cheap. How much does Mr. Jiang plan to pay?"
Jiang Yifeng searched all over his body and finally took out a copper coin and placed it in front of Mother Liu.
"A penny?"
Mother Liu thinks Jiang Yifeng is crazy.
Their girls, even the cheapest ones, cost no less than one tael of silver. One penny is not enough to even look at them, so you can take them away for ten days?
Jiang Yifeng seemed to have known that Mother Liu would be surprised, and said calmly: "One penny is the current price. If we wait any longer, I'm afraid I will have to think about it if Mother Liu gives me a thousand pieces of gold."
Mother Liu sneered, "Why do you want me to give you a thousand pieces of gold?"
Jiang Yifeng raised his hand and pointed at Su Dongchu, "Su Shikui of the Zhongyuan Poetry Society wrote a poem for the Chunxiao Tower. Is this poem worth a thousand pieces of gold?"
Hearing this, Mama Liu's eyes lit up, and she looked at Su Dongchu like a wolf seeing a sheep.
At this time, Jiang Yifeng continued: "If you want to become a famous prostitute, in addition to having outstanding appearance and talent, the most important thing is fame. If Su Shikui gives you a poem, the girl in Chunxiao Tower will be worth a lot, and she will be worth a thousand pieces of gold." Is it expensive?”
In ancient times, the fastest way for a singer to increase her popularity was to get poems from famous people.
Therefore, many talented poets go to brothels not only without spending any money, but they even end up paying for their money.
During the Northern Song Dynasty, there was a poet named Liu Yong. Because he wrote poems well, he would be treated as a guest in any brothel. Not only could he eat and drink for free, he would even receive compliments from the singing girls after a night of supper. The red envelope is called: writing fee!
The situation in this life is similar. As long as you write good poems, any brothel will welcome you.
"It's not expensive, not expensive at all."
Mother Liu grinned and said unconvinced: "Our family's Shishi, in terms of appearance and literary talent, is not inferior to Zhang Yueru from Yihonglou. Isn't it because of the poems given by Zhao Bingfang that she can surpass Shishi."
Jiang Yifeng has never met Zhang Yueru, but he has heard of her name. Her reputation ranks above Shishi, and she is the most famous singing girl in Su City.
And to spend a spring night with her, it would cost a lot of money just to have tea. It is said that her first time is still there, and she has been fired for a fortune.
This is truly gold-rimmed.
"Zhao Bingfang, garbage!"
Upon hearing this name, Su Dongchu immediately transformed into Su Shikui and said contemptuously.
It's not that he really looks down on Zhao Bingfang, it's just the instinct that was trained under Jiang Yifeng's constant training and cannot be changed.
"In the entire Su City, it is estimated that only Su Shikui is qualified to say this."
Mother Liu secretly said something, looked at Jiang Yifeng and said: "Girl in Chunxiao Tower, you can use it however you want. Just ask Su Shikui to write a poem when the time comes."
Jiang Yifeng smiled and asked, "Mama Liu only plans to make one girl famous?"
Mother Liu's heart trembled, "I also want to make a few more girls popular, but having Su Shikui write a poem is already a gift from God. I don't dare to expect Su Shikui to write more poems."
Want to eat shit?
If it weren't for my lack of money right now, I wouldn't write a single poem to you, but I would actually want to ask for a few more.
Jiang Yifeng complained in her heart, but could not see anything unusual on her face, "It is naturally impossible for Su Shikui to write more poems, but... my bookstore has a promotion business, and as long as Liu's mother can afford the money, the bookstore promises to be more popular. How many girls?”
"How do you guarantee that?"
Mother Liu frowned slightly when she heard that Su Dongchu didn't write poems. She couldn't imagine how she could be popular as a girl from Chunxiao Tower without writing poems.
Jiang Yifeng pointed at Su Dongchu again, "If you don't get popular, let Su Shikui write a poem for your girl. Does this count as a guarantee?"
"this……"
Mother Liu hesitated for a few seconds, then looked at Jiang Yifeng and asked, "Mr. Jiang, please stop trying to sell me off and just tell me how much money you need."
