Song Wen patted the corner of his robe and looked playfully at the contemplative Prince Wang opposite him... "I'm not familiar with the remaining five brothel proprietors, and I don't want to get to know them one by one. Zixuan House is now on Wazi Street.
I can’t count on public enemies. The first step for our cooperation is to immediately convince the remaining five owners to agree to investment and merger... This is the easiest thing for Mr. Wang to do now!"
"I want to invest in Sihai Winery!"
"It's absolutely impossible now. Even Butler Gao Qiu's request to increase the share capital has been pushed back by me! Now you don't have to worry about Huo Shaochun. At least it was absolutely impossible before my Sihai Winery started to conquer the areas around Bianliang...
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Wang Zhiwei nodded: "What benefits can you gain from the merger of seven brothels?"
Song Wen stood up and pushed open the window, pointing to the brightly lit Wazi Street... "I can give Wazi Street two years to completely dominate the brothel business in Bianliang! I will invest one thousand taels in stock, but I will have to account for 30% of the profits.
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"You little turtle, you have such a strong tone! Do you know that the status of the proprietors behind the seven brothels is complicated and involves many things?"
"I know, what does money have to do with it? I just use Wazi Street to make money, and the rest...you go and argue with them!"
Wang Zhiwei looked into Song Wen's eyes and said with emotion: "It's really strange... There are as many famous people in the Bianliang market as crucian carp crossing the river, but you can grow from a slave boy in a few months.
It is really unheard of for Mr. Turtle to open a wine shop with the rich and powerful to plan the overall situation and make friends with Zhou Tong of the Royal Boxing Hall! If others plan like this with me, a certain family will just think that he is just daydreaming... But
What Song Wen said made me have a lot of hope! Brother Wen... I have to say, I am really tempted!"
Song Wen waved his hand and asked Xiao Fuzi to put away the canvas on the screen and put it in front of Wang Zhiwei with his own hands... "Young Master Wang must have a thorough understanding of the things on this screen. I'll leave it to you to convince the remaining five proprietors."
Yes! I believe that the five owners will definitely understand the feasibility of this matter with Mr. Wang first... and these real money! This is proof of my determination and means. I only want 30% of the profit... not much
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"Okay, I, Wang Zhiwei, will play with you this time. The worst I can do is to be banned from returning to Tianfu and become a gray grandson... It's a deal!"
An undercurrent quickly surged in Wazi Street. Teapots and stewards gathered together, whispering and beaming. Some were worried, some were excited, and some were dismissive.
A little turtle guy who suddenly appeared and made a few dancers famous, actually wants to take over the whole Wazi Street? Even if he got rid of his slave status and made some business with a few second-rate rich and powerful people... Is it still possible?
Do you want to go to heaven?
Song Wen is completely indifferent to these undercurrents. Are you kidding me? I only have four years now. In four years, the green slave will be forced to seduce the old man. I don’t care whether she is Master Li or not! That’s right.
The woman who saved my life is also the woman I recognize, and no one can take her away...
Song Wen began to sit in the backyard of Sihai Liquor House to recruit some young turtle boys from brothels on Wazi Street, for no other reason... just because during the negotiations that day, those little turtle boys silently held the planning drawings behind their respective owners.
At one stop, this incident taught these stewards a lesson!
Song Wen continued to scatter copper coins like running water to buy the little turtles and teapots who were oppressed, abused and exploited. Behind the scenes, an alliance of little turtles covering the entire Wazi Street had been initially formed...
The seven brothels also wanted to plant spies secretly or simply use punishment and whips to make these servants be honest. But all the little turtles just looked at the whips in their hands in silence, and then that night there were yamen servants
Or maybe the gangsters are looking for trouble...these people in charge understand, Song Wen is serious!
They wanted to win people's hearts again, but these stewards discovered that...Song Wen, a businessman born as a little turtle, has now become a legend in Wazi Street and even the entire Bianliang brothel industry! A legendary god of little turtle...
It can also be called Turtle God for short!
In the hearts of all the little Turtles, Song Wen is the God of Turtles who has the same origin as himself... His authority and status are simply incomprehensible to those in charge!
Turtle God Song Wen... Now just by licking his fingers, countless secrets and anecdotes from the brothels and tile houses will be passed on by these little turtles to the little beggars wandering in the streets and alleys, and then quickly reached Song Wen's ears.
Helping poor servants, little turtles, and treating seriously ill little beggars and servants... Song Wen began to quickly spread his tentacles at the bottom of Bianliang, quietly avoiding those eye-catching places with oil and water, and even avoided
The Beggar Gang, the Huazi Gang, and some rogue gangs entrenched in Huajie and Liuxiang grew rapidly!
But all this requires money...
The money Song Wen won from betting in the gambling house was quickly disappearing, and the profits from Huohuochun Sihai Winery had not yet been recovered, but Li Yan was a little worried!
Frowning and grabbing Song Wen, Li Yan said worriedly: "You bastard, you spend money like water to feed these little beggars, treat their illnesses and save the poor... there must be an end to it? In the past two years,
Has more than half of the thousand taels of silver been dispersed?"
Song Wen nodded: "That's right! If you make money and don't spend it, why don't you just dig a hole and bury it like those wealthy and powerful businessmen? The buried money is not money, it's just a bunch of waste snacks of misers!"
"You bastard, what do you want to do? What can those little turtles do?"
Song Wen smiled and said: "Uncle Li, do you think, apart from the powerful children like Yu Boxing Hall and Zhao Shenyan, who have no deep relationship with me, who else can I rely on?"
"This... is gone, but I won't be your bodyguard for the rest of my life!"
"Isn't that enough? If I want to stabilize my position in Wazi Street, I have to have a team of people to act as my ears, eyes and mouth in Wazi Street and in Bianliang City!"
"Okay, but what about the winery and workshop outside the city? Are you ignoring it?"
"I ransomed Xiao Fuzi. This little guy is loyal to me. From now on, I will let him learn the skills of shochu and manage the shochu workshop together with the teenagers."
"Are you really going to Wazi Street to be a brothel prince? Are those brothel girls that attractive? If a manly man hangs out with some framed brothel girls all day long, what will happen even if he makes money? You..."
Song Wen curled his lips and looked behind Li Yan.
Chun Niang poked her head out of the door at some point and yelled: "Li Yan! The brothel girls are so boring to you, right? Since you look down on us poor women, don't come to Zixuan House to see me again.
The singing and dancing are unbearable..."
Li Yan trembled when she heard this, and hurried over to coax this young lady whom she had known for less than a month... Hearing the earthy love words and sweet words made Song Wen feel sick!
"What are you talking about? I, Li Yan, have been wandering around for half my life, and I have met countless people... Chun Niang is the one who is the most popular with me! Isn't this because I want this boy Song Wen to have some success? I am completely mixed up in brothels at a young age.
There will be no future for Guan in this life..."
"You have a future! You have lived for more than 40 years without a house or a field. What's the use of gaining a reputation for being brave and hard-working? If you are capable, you will be like Brother Wen. You can earn thousands of taels of silver in half a year.
return!"
"He is a weirdo. He didn't hear the little turtles on Wazi Street say secretly that he is the god of turtles, or turtle god for short!"
Song Wen was so angry that his mouth was filled with smoke.