Bai Ye and the others looked at each other speechlessly, shook their heads, and followed them in.
At this time, the hall was filled with people and there were many people, not even seats, let alone the private room upstairs.
Hongqiufang is not as good as a brothel. When you hear the gossip of the guests, the girls here are all selling their skills but not their own. They are all elegant people who are allowed to stay on the bed and listen to music and dance, but they are not dirty things.
Since Hongqiufang became famous, several ignorant local rich men came to make trouble and insisted that the girl sleep with her. As a result, they were dealt with by the two door gods here and didn't even recognize their own mothers. So they were beaten up every time in the future. Even if those people have money and power, they have no choice but to do anything to Hongqiufang.
There are also a small number of people, not mainly to meet Baili Hongzhuang, but to see if the legendary boss here is really as rumored by the outside world, she is a seven or eight-year-old girl.
This is not a wine pond and meat forest. As long as there is money, men, women, and young people can come here to watch. It is because Zhuque and others did not want to have any restrictions on gender and age in order to collect information, so they have this series of rules.
Seeing the prosperity of being managed here, Bai Ye was a little proud. The person he values is indeed not something in the pool!
"Look! Mother Wang is here! It's about to start!"
On the side of the atmospheric round table, there is a middle-aged woman who is well-maintained, elegantly dressed and elegantly elegant, moving up the steps, looking very calm.
Mo Chanyin stuttered: "How come the mother here is like a noble lady? Hongqifang is interesting."
Bai Ye didn't comment, waiting to hear what the mother said about her on stage.
"Everyone!" Mother Wang's loud and steady voice swayed her sleeves and pressed her palms downwards. The noise of the scene instantly quieted down.
Bai Ye praised: "Good aura!"
"I'm going to be a long story short. There is no singing and dancing in Honghuangfang tonight!"
As soon as these words came out, there were constant whispers, and there was no singing and dancing to rise to peace and no Baili Hongzhuang. What else is there to say!
Mother Wang glanced at the audience lightly and opened her lips to continue: "Today, I mainly auctioned an item," and said, and the corner of her lips raised: "It's a wine glass used by the girl Hongzhuang!"
This statement is like a falling rock hitting the calm lake, causing huge waves.
"I want it! I want it! I want to drink with the wine glass of the girl Hongzhuang, and never change it again!"
Someone expressed his contempt: "Just save your little property for a few more years!"
Of course, there are also many doubts.
Someone asked: "How do we know that it was a cup used by the girl Hongzhuang? What if you just casually use a cup to fool us in order to make money?"
Everyone felt that this was reasonable, and every word of the word came out, and the noise suddenly broke out.
At the same time, the Hongjian Accord on the second floor, both the silk, silk cloth and the mattresses and brocade quilts in the inner room, are all made of red.
A touch of red gauze sat upright in front of the mirror table, holding the jade fingers, putting a strand of black hair hanging down, straightening down, and stroking the hair while your hands were stroking your hair.
Apply makeup powder, scrub the moon's eyebrows, and dot the red lips.
The person in the mirror has beautiful red stone beads adorned between his eyebrows, exquisite and enchanting makeup, long phoenix eyes, long eyelashes like fans, full and charming eyes, and intoxicating charm.
The window beside her was wide open, and the bright moon was in the sky. The moonlight shone through the window on her body, adding a touch of soft color to her beauty, like a sign of being an immortal, and under the shadow of candlelight, it was so beautiful.