With a stunning beauty sleeping with you here, the guest will feel relaxed and have a romantic night, which is worth thousands of dollars.

However, the leading actresses in the Red Sleeve Bookstore are definitely among the best in the romantic industry in Shanghai.

If you want to be their guest, you really have to have money.

A guest officer must have a high status, a deep family background, profound talents and learning, outstanding character, and be favored by the leading lady and the leader, in order to have any hope of being accommodated.

If you want to be the overlord and eat the overlord's meal, don't even think about it. It's really not possible.

The backers behind these high-end brothels are really huge.

It can be said that, except for the current emperor, who cannot be invited, other important figures can always invite one or two to talk and say hello.

Today's princes, governors, Taotai, generals, foreigners from the concession, police officers, etc.

But once they stay overnight and have fun, such a beautiful lady and leader will definitely fascinate these high-ranking officials and nobles, and the next step will be to take her back to the house as a concubine.

Luan Rong had just finished drinking with several wealthy family members and court officials at the dinner party, and returned to her attic. She was still drunk.

The personal maid Yuqing served Miss Luan Rong to bathe and change clothes, and brought her the cooked hangover ginseng soup to sober up her hangover, clear her throat, or warm her stomach.

After bathing, Luan Rong was wrapped in plain clothes and lay down on a large and soft wooden couch in the attic to rest.

In early winter, it is misty and rainy, the humidity in the air is very high, and the cold air passes through the clothes and is cold and cold.

There is a charcoal fireplace in Luan Rong's attic, and the warmth flows.

"Xiaoyu, I will not see any guests tonight." Luan Rong said lazily.

"I know, miss..."

The maid Yuqing nodded in response, spread out the bedding, closed the door and left the room.

…

"This young master, do you know any girls here?"

When Chen Tianhua stepped into the tall threshold of the Red Sleeve Book Apartment, the intellectuals from the book apartment came up to him with smiles on their faces.

Chen Tianhua did not answer in a hurry. He sat down on a mahogany Eight Immortals chair used for waiting for guests, raised his eyes and looked around.

The decoration in the hall is elegant and decent, and there are no imaginary orioles and swallows. The hangings are all calligraphy and paintings by famous artists. There are no portraits of beautiful women with bare breasts and arms. Instead, it feels very elegant and quiet.

Through the curtain leading from the hall to the back room, it can be vaguely seen that there is a rather large courtyard behind it.

The intellectual guest who came forward was dressed in Tsing Yi and a Confucian scholar's scarf on his head. He looked like a scholar.

Hehe, it’s really strange and strange. It’s better to see it than to hear it a hundred times.

Brothel, brothel, as the name suggests, is a place of elegance.

While they were talking, Xiaojiabiyu's maid had already brought tea and gently placed it in front of Chen Tianhua.

Seeing Chen Tianhua looking around a bit with a surprised expression, he smiled knowingly and concluded that he was a poor scholar who had never seen much of the world and wanted to come to Shanghai's fengyuechang to see something new.

"Sir, which lady do you want to see?"

This wise guest doesn't have that many idlers to hang out with you, so he can't wait to ask again.

It is now half past eight, and at this time in future generations, the city's nightlife has just begun.

But at the end of the Qing Dynasty, I went out to play in Shanghai's romantic places. I'm sorry, it's already too late.

As the sun set, in the evening, the well-connected and regular young men had been waiting outside the brothel for a long time. The more respectable ones invited the popular courtesan from the studio to come out to drink with them and have fun.

Chen Tianhua just went out at this time. Anyone with a discerning eye would know that he is just a rookie with no connections.

"I want to see Miss Luan Rong!" Chen Tianhua rolled his eyes at the Zhike and shouted with a grin.

"Miss Luan Rong?!"

The Zhike thought he heard wrongly, and was so surprised that his chin almost trembled, "Who are you talking about? Is it Luan Rong from our Red Sleeve Bookstore?"

"Yes, that's right, it's Miss Luan Rong, Luan...Rong..."

Damn it, don’t you understand?

Could it be that my pronunciation of Shanghainese is not accurate, or is my speech unclear?

In later generations, he spent the nine years from his undergraduate degree to his Ph.D. degree, and the best years of his youth, all in Shanghai.

His girlfriend is a native Shanghainese, and they all say that his Shanghainese dialect is so good that they scream.

Chen Tianhua frowned and repeated it again, and deliberately emphasized the word "Luan Rong" at the end.

What he actually didn't know was that this girl Luan Rong was currently the number one in the Red Sleeve Bookstore, the leader, and a well-known figure in Shanghai's romantic scene.

Not only is she unparalleled in beauty, she is also good at reciting poems, composing poetry, and is good at singing, dancing, and playing.

Normally, the people she greets and send off are all prominent figures in Shanghai, high-ranking officials, or rich and powerful people whose families run mines and spend money like water.

This young man from an ordinary family actually spoke with white teeth and wanted to see Miss Luan Rong.

The Zhike looked with disdain at this young man who looked tall and handsome, but was dressed in very ordinary clothes and was single. He was brought here in a caravan.

Hey, he's just a bastard who doesn't know how high the sky is. Look at the young men who come to visit the brothels. They all have luxury cars and chariots, and are followed by servants and servants.

The worst thing about it was the foreign inspector who came riding a tall foreign horse.

Zhike was muttering like this in his heart, but his chubby face still had a professional smile.

I saw him saying loudly:

"This young master, it's a bit difficult. You may be here for the first time, and you don't know the rules here. If you want to see Miss Luan Rong in the Red Sleeve Bookstore, you need to make an appointment in advance or be introduced. If you don't have these two conditions,

One, we won’t accept them here.”

What?

Do you need someone to introduce you to a brothel and make an appointment?

Oh my god, there's no limit to how well the plot is arranged. It's even more difficult than meeting the current emperor!

Do I still have to fly to Paris to queue up to get a number?

What a strange talk.

Chen Tianhua was drinking tea with his head down. After hearing this, he was so shocked that he almost spat out the tea in his mouth in front of everyone.

He raised his eyes and glared at the chubby Zhike.

However, you have to hold back here and not rush in without shouting.

This Luan Rong, regardless of whether she is the number one or a few, she must be seen by the top tonight.

She was the contact person left by the messenger.

In Chen Tianhua's head, the brain cells were spinning at high speed, thinking about how to meet this courtesan.

"To tell you the truth, I am from her hometown. I have something very important. I must meet her in person and tell her in person!"

Chen Tianhua had an idea and said in a very serious tone to Zhike's fat face.

Since this girl Luan Rong can be the leading lady in the number one brothel in Shanghai, she is definitely a girl from the Jiangnan area, so he was given a heads-up.
Chapter completed!