Chapter 159

Work?

What Zhao Hao hates most is work.

Especially the work at Tianxiang Pavilion, those employees can make themselves exhausted every day.

But compared to the red tape of rehearsals, he still prefers to work.

After all, work can bring him a sense of security.

This is true regardless of the steady stream of money that Yaochi brought him, or the source of information brought to him by the courtesans he sold a few days ago.

So he gave orders at Tianxiang Pavilion and Xinyue Teahouse, and when he got the chance, he would go home to help him find something to do, so as to escape from Bai Xiu's clutches.

As for the Overlord Chicken, he really didn't care about it.

Except for the two young old men in the entire Kyoto, no one could prostitute themselves for free.

After a while, he arrived at Tianxiang Pavilion and saw Mother Yang before he entered the door.

Yang's mother hurriedly came up to her: "Sir, that free prostitute..."

"Let's not talk about prostitution for free."

Zhao Hao smiled and waved his hand: "I went to bed early yesterday. Who did I sell that Qingyu girl to?"

Mother Yang quickly replied: "The brother-in-law of the Minister of War of the State of Wei."

"oh……"

Zhao Hao nodded thoughtfully. To be honest, Miss Qingyu's appearance was a notch worse than that of Li Shi.

But one good thing about this man is that he has a very sexy figure. After wearing leopard print, he looks so wild that he doesn't have to worry about not being sold.

As for the people who sell, they are also very particular. Some of the real powerful people have seen the world and are more wary. They are not so easy to penetrate, but the people around them are much easier to penetrate.

These girls were all trained by him according to the standards of Feiyuwei. Although the time was a little short and they were still far behind the level of Feiyuwei, their main role was to eavesdrop on some news and blow some gossip. There was no need to demand so much.

high.

Zhao Hao's only requirement for them is loyalty!

As for this, Mingxin Wenxing can help him guarantee that as long as he doesn't have a big grudge from birth, Mingxin Wenxing can completely wash away the black energy.

As long as they are cleaned regularly every day, these people will always be their loyal fans.

“Well done!”

Zhao Hao smiled and then remembered the free prostitute: "What happened today?"

Mother Yang said with a helpless smile: "It's nothing, just a customer. After eating and drinking, he finally said that he had no money. At first we wanted to take him and send him to the official, but all the waiters in the store took him

Can’t stop him!”

"oh?"

Zhao Hao was a little surprised, because among the clerks in the store, there were six-level masters he hired.

It's not that he's reluctant to hire someone with a higher level of cultivation, it's because customers with a higher level of cultivation are generally not short of money, so there's no need to come over and cause trouble.

As a result, even the sixth-grade guys couldn’t hold him down?

Are all the masters nowadays so careless?

"Then what? Just report it to the official!"

"We also wanted to report it to the official, but this man said he could compose poems to pay off his debts, and he asked to see the young master by name!"

Mother Yang shook her head and said with a smile: "I see, the young master must have a great reputation for writing poems in exchange for a good match, and this person came here because of his fame. I thought that the young master was bored at home, so I might as well have someone call him out.

"

"There are still such shameless people in the world?"

Zhao Hao felt angry in his heart, but suddenly thought of something.

When he was hanging around brothels in the past, what he hated most was the unreasonable owner of Sabi brothel who refused to write poems for free.

But now...I seem to have become the person I hate the most?

This is impossible!

Yang's mother saw that he had a strange look on his face and quickly said, "I'll report it to the officials and drive him away!"

"No need!"

Zhao Hao waved his hand, smiled slightly and said, "Take me to have a look."

"good!"

Yang's mother responded and quickly took him to the private room on the first floor.

Although the service at Tianxiang Pavilion is simple and rude, it does not mean that there is nothing but red romance.

Because everyone knows that when a company only relies on one business to make money, then the company's ability to resist risks will be very poor.

Zhao Hao’s first motto in life is to be an excellent entrepreneur.

Therefore, he will not make this mistake.

After taking over Tianxiang Pavilion, he specially arranged vocal lessons for the girls in the brothel, so that when they didn't want to go to work, they could drink and chat with customers on the first floor, and they could sing twice when they felt like it.

So the name of this business is... Touch and Sing.

I have to say, it’s quite popular.

After all, girls need to rest, and not every customer can afford red romance.

Now, one of the private rooms is open.

A middle-aged man with disheveled beard and hair was holding the hand of a little girl and reciting a poem: "The willow-colored robe is covered with golden phoenix, and the delicate hands are gently playing with red beans..."

The little girl was disgusted in every possible way, but she couldn't break free from his hand. She could only remind him in a low voice: "That's the golden phoenix... If you can't even recognize the words, don't recite poems!"

"Hahahahaha!"

The middle-aged man laughed loudly: "Don't worry about these details, I'm going to be horny again! Willow-colored robes and golden phoenixes, delicate hands gently picking up red beans, green moths gathered together and looking affectionate. Peach Blossom Cave, Yaotai Dream, who can share the sorrow of spring? Haha

Haha, little girl, how did my poem go?"

The little girl's free hand scratched her head crazily: "Guest! I can understand your desire to write poems for free, but you don't have to recite the poems written by our young master, right? This poem was written when our Tianxiang Pavilion reopened. Now

It’s still hanging on the plaque, don’t you feel embarrassed?”

The middle-aged man's face froze. It seemed that it was true. No wonder the first thing he thought of was this song.

He was a little dissatisfied and said harshly: "Nonsense! This is my poem!"

When the little girl heard that someone was trying to rob her boss's things, she immediately became hardened: "Nonsense! When Tianxiang Pavilion reopened, when our son wrote a poem, dozens of people looked at it. You said this poem was

Do you have any evidence?"

The middle-aged man snorted: "I didn't say that he didn't write this poem, but if he wrote it, it could also be mine."

The little girl was even more dissatisfied: "Why are you so arrogant?"

The middle-aged man curled his lips: "Because your boss stole more than a hundred poems from me and gave me back more than a hundred poems, which is reasonable and reasonable. I just want to get one back, and you are not happy? Isn't this a robber?"

"

Now, the girls and guests who were watching were not happy either.

"My guest, how many dishes did you drink to make you drink like this?"

"Zhao Hao is our Dahuang Wenquxing. If all the poems he writes are copied from you, doesn't that mean that the title of Dahuang Wenquxing will belong to you?"

"You really dare to talk nonsense without any evidence. Why don't you say that the palace belongs to you?"

"I see that you are always worried about everything. Be careful not to sleep naked when you sleep, otherwise your pants will be stolen!"

"If I really stole your poem, I wouldn't have seen you come here to expose it!"

"Tell me which poem Zhao Hao copied from you!"

It's not that these guests support Zhao Hao.

The main thing is that Zhao Hao is now a prominent figure in the literary world of the deserted country. If plagiarism is revealed, it will be an indelible stain on his career as a poet.

If you use tainted poets as a front-runner, won’t the literary world of the deserted country collapse?

The middle-aged man was not convinced at all. He puffed up his chest and said righteously: "A real man stands between heaven and earth and makes up lies to kill the whole family! I said Zhao Hao stole my poems, how can I frame him out of thin air?"

Now Zhao Hao also felt that this person seemed to have some meaning: "Give in, give in!"

With that said, he squeezed through the crowd.

When everyone saw Zhao Hao, they immediately became excited.

They have all seen the strength of middle-aged people, and they would not dare to step forward and hit them.

We can only hope that a brave man will come to fight with this person in a martial or literary fight.

But obviously, the martial arts fight is not as good as the literary fight.
To be continued...