Song Wen doesn't want to give up the green slave. No matter if she is Master Li or not... Song Wen doesn't want the green slave to be at the mercy of others and deal with powerful men in the future!
Now think about it, the green slave is Li Shishi's ending in the novel... He actually ran away with Lu Junyi's adopted son Yan Qing, who was of the same lowly background. Song Wen felt that they were not only evading Song Huizong and the Liangshan Group, but also possibly avoiding the green slave.
The slave cultivated her behind her back and arranged for her to get closer to the emperor's underground forces step by step!
What is the purpose of the proprietor of Zixuan Tower? Is it just to confuse Song Huizong?
What Song Wen didn't know was that the mysterious second proprietor was actually assigned by the real proprietor to return Song Wen's slave status to him! As for his attempts to win over Song Wen, he was naturally trying to tie Song Wen to Zizi.
It's just Xuanlou...
Now that the issue of green slaves has collapsed, it is now easy for Song Wen to leave Zixuan Tower and break away from his status as a slave of Lord Turtle!
It would not be difficult to find Zhao Shenyan or Zhou Tong to have connections with the government and settle near Bianliang.
I am not short of money now, and I can even use the money I won from the gambling house to buy a small courtyard and truly settle down.
But what happens next?
Just like this, selling liquor in the Bianliang market to make money? Wandering and running among these officials' sons, and then watching the green slaves being sacrificed to Song Huizong, the old immortal? Watching the rapid collapse and decline of the Song Dynasty,
Then he took the gold and silver and fled to the south in advance, living in peace with the surviving Southern Song Dynasty?
Song Wen glanced at the old deed of betrayal and sneered!
Who the hell wants to wait to die with this degenerate Bianliang? I still want to do something big to open the eyes of these rotten old guys!
Since I'm here in the late Song Dynasty, how can I wait like you to be slaughtered like a pig or a dog?
In the early morning of the next day, Song Wen only wore a cloth robe and left Zixuan Tower with empty hands. He didn't say anything about breaking up or turning against each other... It was as if the young man was tired of living in this place and just went out to relax and change his mind.
Place to live.
Xiao Fuzi was left in Zixuan Tower by Song Wen. After all, Song Wen couldn't worry about being a green slave. He left behind someone who knew everything. If anything happened, Song Wen could get the news as soon as possible.
This month, seven brothels on Wazi Street suddenly changed their managers to four madams and two, and the source of all this chaos was actually Yan Baihua, the madam of Zixuan House.
Chun Niang became famous after her dance, which shocked half of Bianliang City. The business of the remaining six brothels on Wazi Street has already plummeted... The proprietor can tolerate the corruption of the old bustard and the management, and can tolerate these people running amok in the brothel.
.But all this has to have a premise...that is, you have to let the proprietor who is hiding behind the scenes make money! Make a lot of money!
A worthless dogleg, any mistake committed is a capital crime...
In a private room of a teahouse on the corner of Zixuanlou, six butler-looking people looked curiously at the peaceful young man in civilian clothes opposite the tea table... Unexpectedly, this famous Wen Geer in the Wazi Street brothel business was actually Brother Wen.
A thin young man.
Several guys who looked like housekeepers looked at each other, and the oldest man with gray temples coughed... "Song family...Song family brother, I heard that you have redeemed your slave status in Zixuan Tower. It's true."
It's gratifying! Hahaha... It's just that through the hands of Brother Wen, his Zixuan Building has dominated Wazi Street. It can be regarded as an impressive building in Bianliang. These are all owned by Brother Wen.
Credit! Then the proprietor of the Li family...just sent Brother Wen away with a personal deed?"
Song Wen shook his head and smiled.
The old man continued to provoke: "Brother Wen seems to be valued by Sihai Winery, but... no matter how good the business of the winery is, how can there be a brothel and Chu Guan making money every day! If Brother Wen doesn't give up, I will
Jinchi Pavilion is willing to pay ten strings for a month..."
The remaining housekeepers stopped working as soon as they heard this, and quickly interrupted this old guy's poaching behavior!
Are you kidding me? This damn Little Turtle Man has finally broken up with Zixuanlou. We can take a breather. Your Jinchi Pavilion wants to support him again? How else do you want us to play?
Song Wen smiled slightly and bowed and saluted: "Elders, thank you for your support! But... I didn't actually fall out with Mr. Li from Zixuan Tower! It's just that there are some things that I don't agree with... Today I have an appointment with all the elders in charge of things.
Come, first of all, I want to apologize! In the past few months, Zixuanlou has attracted too many customers from Wazi Street based on the kid’s ideas. Although money is the most gratifying, the long-term solution is to make money by everyone..."
The several stewards have this resentment in their minds... When you and Zixuanlou were working as little turtles, you were ruthless in grabbing our business? Now that you and Zixuanlou have had a quarrel, you're bragging?
Song Wen looked around and cupped his hands and said: "To be honest, I still have a lot of ideas to attract customers. No matter how attractive things like Orchid Dance are, there will be times when the customers get tired of them! When you are poor, you seek change and have fun together.
The ever-changing is the most profound and profound..."
The faces of all the stewards were strange, but they still listened attentively to the boasts of the legendary little turtle man from Wazi Street...
For a long time, Little Turtle's mouth was dry, his nose was hollow, and his temples were dripping with sweat. He picked up the tea cup and took a sip of strong tea. He couldn't help but complain that the tea was too bitter and too bitter...
An old steward looked at his companion who was also confused and a little shocked, raised his hands and said to Song Wen: "Brother Song...are you just giving some advice to our brothels?"
Song Wen chuckled: "Yes!"
Several stewards looked at each other...the old man frowned and asked: "Then, what is Brother Song...about?"
Song Wen was holding a piece of fruit and was about to eat it. After hearing this, he looked at the old man blankly and asked: "Of course it's money! Or am I sick? I have nothing to do. I'll find a solution."
Is it good to sell wine?”
The faces of several old stewards turned red, and they all laughed and said, "nnd, you little bastards!"
There was a bang, and the carved wooden door of the private room was pushed open by a man. The man was wearing a blue South silk scribe's robe with a ribbon tied around the waist, and a green jade pendant. Just like that, Shi Shiran walked in.
Some of the stewards looked a bit weird, while others looked respectful, but all six stewards stood up and bowed respectfully... "I've seen Boss Wang!"
"Song Wen is at the foot of Zixuan House? He is indeed a handsome young man... Haha... Do you know that the girls from the remaining six brothels on Wazi Street all want to hook up with you! Hahaha..."
A middle-aged steward respectfully gave up his chair and asked proprietor Wang to take a seat, and then introduced to Song Wen: "This is the young proprietor of the Wang family of Zuiyin Tower, the Wang family of Yingtian Mansion...do you know, Brother Song?"
"Oh, it turns out to be the Wang family of Yingtian Mansion! I don't know."
The proprietor surnamed Wang was stunned for a moment and laughed loudly: "Interesting, my name is Wang Zhiwei! If I am not a civilized person, I just like to drink and enjoy flowers and play games... These days in Bianliang Wazi Street, your brother Wen's name is...
It's like thunder, your idea just now... you actually wanted to merge the seven brothels on Wazi Street together. But did you know that the proprietors of these seven brothels are all kinds of people, and their descendants range from palace servants to wealthy merchants from the south of the Yangtze River.
The wealthy people of the land! Do you think this is feasible?"
Song Wen curled his lips: "What about the proprietor...what's the business with the brothel? The brothel is opened to make money, the slaves are for food, and the sister is to get out of the sea of misery as soon as possible! The proprietor... If not to make money, why is the proprietor doing this kind of business? As long as
If you have money to make, how can the manager do business in a brothel?"
Wang Zhiwei was stunned for a long time, then suddenly slapped his thigh... "That's right! As long as they can make money, it doesn't matter what they do!"