Madam Sang knows countless local ruffians, and has seen countless brave and ruthless people.
Even those who have killed people have dealt with more than one person.
But no one can be more terrifying than Chen Mo.
This is a feeling that originates from the bottom of the heart and radiates outward.
You can't see or touch it, but it's so real.
So Madam Sang firmly believes that this feeling is unmistakable.
Chen Mo has really killed someone!
To take a step back, maybe he didn't do it himself, but he was definitely involved from beginning to end.
Even if he is like this, he can still behave so calmly and calmly, which can only explain two problems.
Or, this person is extremely ruthless.
Or, he is not only ruthless, but also has terrible methods and a powerful background.
Thinking of this, Madam Sang suddenly remembered something.
After the county examination was completed a few days ago, Yaoyao was invited to the academy by Wang Jun.
At the dinner that day, the most beautiful person was not Wang Jun who paid for it, nor Yaoyao, the new oiran from the Qing Dynasty.
Not even the gentlemen of the county government had any anecdotes to spread.
The person who was truly praised was a candidate who failed the exam.
This candidate was amazing. He came last in the county examination and ended up becoming a lecturer.
If I remember correctly, that person's surname seems to be Chen.
Judging from all the situations just now, could it be Chen Mo in front of me?
Yes, it must be him!
Otherwise, how to explain using poetry as sincerity?
How do you explain the fact that there are hairpins printed on the back of the paper?
You must know that Yaoyao's hairpin disappeared from her head after the dinner that day.
Damn it, how did you encounter this evil star?
Sang Laobao sighed in his heart, and his expression also changed.
If you can't figure out the other person's details at the moment, you can only form a good relationship first.
Furthermore, the fact that he was able to get into teaching positions after failing the examination, and that he could be employed in all academies in the county, is enough to show that he has a profound background.
Of course, these are minor.
The most important thing is that after singing for a long time, you can’t lose Yaoyao in the end, right?
Being remembered by Zhang Chengwen, apart from the evil star in front of me, I am afraid that no one will dare to compete with him.
After going over all the above in his mind, Madam Sang already had a smile on her face when she spoke again.
"Mr. Chen, it's all my fault that my eyesight is clumsy and I didn't realize that you are a true god. I have offended you in the past. I hope you will do more."
"Stop saying the polite words and let's talk about business."
The madam of a brothel is a master who only cares about money. Chen Mo knows this very well, so he is too lazy to waste time with him.
"Okay, since Mr. Chen is so happy, I'll just come here. If you want to take Yaoyao away, you have to bring something practical, right?"
"money?"
Chen Mo asked back.
"Isn't it hurtful to talk about money?" Madam Sang said in a retreat, "Besides money, anything else is fine."
"This is what I've been waiting for."
Chen Mo stood up and explained without thinking.
Real money and silver, nothing.
There is no such thing as Fuzhaiguangdi.
Even other industries cannot be used.
The only thing I can come up with is three sentences.
"Which three sentences?"
While Sang Laobao was complaining in his heart, he was also a little angry. They chatted together for a long time and couldn't think of anything?
Chen Moquan pretended not to notice and continued talking.
First of all, Yaoyao will not completely leave Baihualou.
On the first and fifteenth day of every month, I will come back and perform for two days.
There is no need to worry about the lyrics and music, Chen Mo will handle it all, and I guarantee it will not be worse than the song "Farewell" just now.
Secondly, sell goods.
There are many things that Chen Mo has tinkered with, and the next step is to put them on sale in Baihua Tower.
In return, and as a bargaining chip to redeem Yaoyao's life, Madam Sang can extract 10% of the net profit.
As for what to sell, Chen Mo had already thought about it.
Tobacco and alcohol!
Of course, there’s no need to talk about wine. People who come here are looking for fun, so how come they don’t have to accompany them with good wine?
The wine brewed by Chen Mo is definitely a hundred times stronger than Baihualou's.
It is no exaggeration to say that if you look at the whole world, you won't be able to find a better wine than this one.
As for cigarettes, that's even more particular.
Chen Mo remembered clearly that in his previous life, smokers all over the country supported a modern army of two million.
The profits can be imagined.
Of course, it is limited to cigarettes. Chen Mo will not touch other more addictive things.
Finally, planning and packaging.
Isn't the purpose of this grand event at Baihualou Lane to expand its influence and attract more guests?
In this regard, the most indispensable thing is planning and packaging.
The venue in front of him and the formal process just now seemed to Chen Mo like a child playing house.
"Mother Sang, I can leave my words here. If I were to host this grand event, you would make more than ten times more."
"..."
Madam Sang was almost stunned and almost laughed.
The former was because there were many things Chen Mo said that she had never thought about or heard of.
However, it is extremely tempting.
The latter laughed at Chen Mo's innocence.
Do you really think that Madam Sang is an old woman from the market who can take Yaoyao away with just a few big words without paying a penny?
dream!
As if he saw what Sang Lao Bustard was thinking, Chen Mo smiled and took out three things from his arms.
Two kinds of wine, one strong and one soft.
Cigarettes are square and wrapped in paper.
Finally, there is a song and lyrics.
Adapted from "Like a Dream" by Li Qingzhao, it is both emotional and very easy to sing.
It was raining and windy last night, and I couldn't get rid of the remaining wine after a deep sleep.
When I asked the person behind the curtain, I found that Begonia was still the same.
Do you know, do you know? It should be green, red and thin.
As Yaoyao tried the bomb and whispered, Sang Laobao's expression changed dramatically.
She had an instinctive hunch that if this song was sung, it would spread throughout the streets.
After realizing this, she looked at the cigarettes and wine displayed by Chen Mo.
He rolled his eyes twice and caught them all in his hand.
"Mr. Chen, please wait a moment. The old lady will come as soon as she goes."
"Please."
Chen Mo knew that Madam Sang wanted to try the quality of tobacco and wine, so he didn't stop him.
Because once you try it, the deal is done.
Seeing Madam Sang hurriedly walking out of the back door, Yaoyao looked at Chen Mo with excitement and resentment.
"Since the young master wants to redeem Yaoyao, why do you want me to come back to perform as a performer?"
"If you don't come back, how can you stay warm?" Chen Mo asked instead without answering.
heat?
After Yaoyao, it suddenly dawned on me.
"Young Master is talking about fame?"
"That's right, it's just fame."
Regarding this point, Chen Mo has already made some calculations. Yaoyao has both talent and appearance, and is the most suitable person to train as a spokesperson.
As for what to endorse, we will plan it in detail later.
The premise is to build your reputation first.
Not only in Baihe County, but also in the state capital, what Chen Mo wants to do is to make Yaoyao famous throughout the country.
Today is the starting point.
As Chen Mo expected, when Madam Sang came back, she was a completely different person.
In a word, from now on, Chen Mo is the master here.
