From time to time, Qiao Xiangrong's cries could be heard inside.
Tang Wenkang's ears felt numb and his spine felt chilly.
He felt that if he continued to listen, his legs and feet might become weak when dealing with beauties in the future.
He tried to persuade Mu Zhao, "Brother Zhao, isn't it good that we've been listening here all this time? Let's go out first?"
Before Tang Wenkang finished speaking, he heard a cold female voice saying: "He's gone."
"Oh." Mu Zhao picked up the candied fruit on the table and was about to eat it when he suddenly thought of Yun Wuluo eating candied fruit.
She smiled and put the preserves in her mouth.
Tang Wenkang realized something was wrong and asked Mu Zhao, "Who is gone?"
"I don't know, it's the one who's been following us," Mu Zhaoxiao said, "Maybe it's the Mu family? Want to make sure I'm not being a treacherous person?"
Tang Wenkang thought about the meaning of this sentence and looked at Mu Zhao with bright eyes.
"So Brother Zhao is really doing it in disguise?"
Mu Zhao smiled at him and said, "Brother Tang is worthy of being the Minister of Dali Temple."
Tang Wenkang nodded, "Well, I knew Brother Zhao was not such a person, but I didn't say anything or ask just now. I was worried that I didn't know Brother Zhao well enough and would make Brother Zhao unhappy."
"Oh?" Mu Zhao picked up the teacup on the table, "What kind of person does Brother Tang think I am?"
"A smart businessman, but he also has his own principles and will not use such humiliating methods to take people's lives."
Mu Zhao smiled, "It seems that you already know me well enough."
Tang Wenkang immediately became even happier, completely ignoring that there were experts higher than the experts from the Mu family beside his brother Zhao.
After a while, Qiao Xiangrong came out neatly dressed, and his injuries had been bandaged.
Several girls then came out with basins, medicine and gauze, and called out delicately, "Qiao Lang."
Qiao Xiangrong suddenly trembled.
Several girls laughed heartily.
Mu Zhao smiled and waved to them, "Okay, sisters, go ahead and get busy."
"Okay~ sisters, please leave~"
"Master, we are leaving now~"
"Qiao Lang~Goodbye~"
The girls walked out chattering.
Hearing that the person was walking away, Qiao Xiangrong finally let go of the breath he had been holding.
He slowly wiped the sweat from his head with his clothes.
Mu Zhao asked, "Brother Qiao, how are you doing?"
After all, Qiao Xiangrong has been sitting in the position of a master of traditional Chinese painting for so long, so he naturally knows that everything the boss Zhao in front of him did just now was to save him.
He kowtowed to Mu Zhao, "Thank you, Boss Zhao, for saving me."
"You're welcome, I asked you to come to Zuichun Tower because I have something important to ask for."
Qiao Xiangrong smiled bitterly, "Boss Zhao, please stop teasing me. Is there anything else I can do to help Boss Zhao now?"
"I'm not joking, I really have something to ask of you. You have to stay at Zuichun Tower recently."
"I know this."
"Then when you are here, if you do something for me, I will pay you accordingly."
Seeing how serious he was, Qiao Xiangrong also became defensive.
This is a brothel after all, what serious and reliable things can happen here?
Mu Zhao could naturally see what he was thinking.
She asked, "You don't want to? Should I call those sisters in just now?"
Qiao Xiangrong quickly waved his hand, "No, no, no... no need."
Mu Zhao asked, "Do you agree?"
Qiao Xiangrong said cautiously: "Boss Zhao, please tell me what it is first."
Mu Zhaodao, "Teach my girls to draw."
Qiao Xiangrong and Tang Wenkang looked at Mu Zhao in disbelief at the same time.
It seemed that what Mu Zhao said was even more shocking than telling a few girls to kill Qiao Xiangrong.
Mu Zhao drank tea calmly, "Actually, you only have two options. One is to teach the girls to draw, and the other is to let the girls teach you how to make a bed."
Qiao Xiangrong: "..."
He didn't even want to choose.
Mu Zhao sighed, "It seems that I have given you too many choices. If you don't want to choose, I will help you, then..."
"No, no, no, it's my choice," Qiao Xiangrong said quickly: "I'll teach them to draw, but you have to restrain your girls and tell them not to..."
"Don't worry, the girls are not as frivolous as you think. The girls you asked to teach are also girls who are interested in painting. They should not be interested in you as their master."
"Interested in painting..." Qiao Xiangrong asked strangely, "You separated from them?"
"Of course, we also invited different masters. You will meet them in the future."
Qiao Xiangrong looked at Mu Zhao even more strangely.
This boss Zhao seems to be different from other businessmen.
Mu Zhao let him look at it and took out the agreement he had made before, "Take a look."
Qiao Xiangrong picked up the agreement and when he saw the remuneration on it, he asked in surprise, "Ten taels of silver per month?"
Mu Zhao nodded.
"This is far more than a painter's salary."
"You are worth the price," Mu Zhao said. "Let's see if there is anything else you want to add, or if you have any doubts? If not, just sign and pledge.
Qiao Xiangrong looked at the few messages that guaranteed his personal safety and that he was only teaching painting-related things and would keep them confidential. The last trace of worry in his heart disappeared.
He signed and stamped it.
This agreement was made in two copies, one for Mu Zhao and one for him.
Mu Zhao stood up and said something in official terms, "Do it well and try to get a pay increase in the future."
Qiao Xiangrong took it seriously. He asked in surprise, "Is there any possibility of a salary increase?"
Mu Zhao thought for a while, if Zuichunlou could reach her expected income, then it would not be impossible to increase her salary.
She nodded.
Qiao Xiangrong felt very happy and inexplicably thought... "Thank you, boss!"
After finishing speaking, he himself was stunned for a moment.
Then he laughed. He survived from a desperate situation and could still make a living. He left some property for Yinger. He should thank his employer.
Mu Zhao smiled, turned and left.
Tang Wenkang hurriedly followed. He said curiously and excitedly: "No, what kind of charter are you? Why do you separate the girls and teach them these things?"
Mu Zhao asked him, "Why did you come to the brothel?"
Tang Wenkang was stunned for a moment, then smiled sheepishly and said, "Of course it's just to relax and have fun without having to take responsibility."
Mu Zhao: "......"
She said: "Forget it, you will know when the time comes."
She had to go home quickly, there was Biying at home to make arrangements for. This chapter has been completed!