Gao Yanei was carried away from Wazi Street by the doglegs on the third day. He was missing for three whole days. Gao Qiu thought he was dead! He wondered if his son was put in a sack by the enemies of Jiangmen and killed.
The angry Gao Qiu held up his shoe soles and was about to beat this forgetful guy, but was stopped by his confidant butler...
"Master... I really don't blame the yamen for this matter... Really, Wazi Street is so attractive now! Not to mention our yamen, even several of Prime Minister Cai's grandsons and some high-ranking officials in the court
Young masters are also addicted to it and can’t extricate themselves!”
"Huh? Isn't it just some kind of alliance between seven brothels? Isn't it just those tricks?"
"Sir, even the people from Yushitai are squatting outside Wazi Street these days! It is said that many officials are secretly going to Wazi Street to have fun. The tricks there...#*?￥@^o^%
…”
Gao Qiu couldn't help but be doubtful when he heard his confidant butler carefully describe the current splendor and popular features of Wazi Street to him. "Seriously? How can those kilns do so many tricks?"
The housekeeper nodded like a fool, then knelt on the ground and said with a mournful face: "This old slave has no future. In the Wensi Building where all the ladies are gathered, he was seduced by a girl who was good at playing the flute... He lost dozens of taels of silver.
.”
"You...it turns out you like this style? You are not a good guy either..."
"The old slave is guilty..."
Gao Qiu pinched his beard and rolled his eyes... "Yes, it's a pity..."
During the Song Dynasty, there were explicit provisions prohibiting officials from engaging in prostitution, although now they have turned a blind eye... But the Qibao Building on Wazi Street is so lively now that even being bitten by a few mad dog censors is not a crime. Since Wang Fu has been in charge
Yushitai is very familiar with collecting black materials and taking the opportunity to blackmail.
The housekeeper looked around and suddenly took out an elegantly colored thick paper mask from his arms... "Master... if you want to go to Wazi Street to observe the people's sentiments, you can wear this to hide your true face!"
"What the hell is this?"
"Master, the Turtle God in charge of Wazi Street is really full of ideas! That guy said that there is no fixed law for all things in the world, and that life passes by the wind like a dream... Wazi Street is a world where everyone is...
Fantasy dream, put on a mask... The moment you wake up from the dream is the time to see through the world of mortals! So this guy decided to hold a mask garden party on the third day of the month... And this mask garden party happened to be during the holiday of the officials of the Song Dynasty.
Holiday!”
"Ah? You can still play like this? This guy... This guy is just secretly looking for opportunities for officials to have fun with prostitutes!"
"Yes! It's just that for this dream garden party, you must have a mask specially made for each issue of Wazi Street! The price is not low... However, it is said that the stunning Qinhuai River from the south of the Yangtze River will be at the mask garden party.
Show up! The price is very high... There are also some performances that are not open on weekdays. I heard... there is also the acacia swing and the flying acacia boat! You can be in the sky with me... hehehe..."
Gao Qiu swallowed stupidly... "This Wazi Street is going to be shaken... This..."
The butler lowered his head and whispered: "Master, tomorrow is the imperial court's holiday... Tonight, the Garden Dream Party will begin!"
Gao Qiu smiled softly and stuffed the thin plain mask into his sleeve. He pointed at the confidant butler and said: "You are so old and you have been defrauded of so much money by a sister! You are not ashamed.
Ashamed? Go away and go to the accountant to pay thirty guans, so you don’t have to tell me behind your back that I will treat you harshly!"
The confidant butler was overjoyed, bowed respectfully and thanked her, and then asked: "Master, do you want to go out and relax tonight?"
"...Don't let the young masters and women in the mansion know!"
"Don't worry, Master!"
Song Wen Shiran walked out of Wazi Street accompanied by Xiao Fuzi. Since he rarely appeared in public, and Song Wen deliberately kept a low profile... the people of Bianliang were very interested in this big Song turtle who secretly manipulated Wazi Street to take off.
God doesn’t know much about him. Some people’s impression of him is still the heroic young man who bet his life with the Liao people in the Jiuxian ring!
Song Wen looked at the bustling street corner. The originally deserted street vendors' business was now very prosperous. The pedestrians and vendors coming and going inside and outside were very noisy. Song Wen looked at the colorful covered bridge in the distance.
There were colorful lanterns like stars and I couldn’t help but shake my head...
Let the Bianliang people revel for a few more years! Unfortunately, Fangla in the south of the Yangtze River, Song Jiang in the east of Jingdong, and endless uprisings and rebellions will quickly consume the vitality of the Song Dynasty... In the end, the Jin people will give this Zhao Song Dynasty the final
one strike.
One month has passed, and the stewards of the seven brothels have agreed to pay dividends to Song Wen today... There is no way, Song Wen's very strong request must be settled every month!
Su Fang now has some friendship with Song Wen. Song Wen asked this scholar to help find two scholars with poor knowledge to work as accounting clerks for Sihai Winery. After the inspection, Song Wen left a dull and honest person to be responsible for
Check accounts and calculate dividends for yourself on Wazi Street...
Pushing open the door of the teahouse private room, Song Wen's own accountant stood up and saluted: "Proprietor, the first month's dividends from Wazi Street... have been calculated!"
Song Wen saw that the accountant in his thirties was dripping with sweat and looked a little panicked...
"Mr. Sun, what's going on? Are these managers making things difficult for you? Or are they making false accounts to fool you?"
The seven brothel stewards across the street hurriedly waved their hands to tell the difference, claiming that even if they were killed, they would not dare to trick Song Xiaocai Shen! The business on Wazi Street is so prosperous now, how could they have such dirty thoughts to dig their own graves?
Song Wen laughed loudly: "I'm just joking with you all! I gather the accounting offices of the seven families together to do daily accounting, just to avoid any mistakes inadvertently... Guests will all use chips and brands for their purchases. This can also be done."
Saves you a lot of trouble.”
Everyone praised Song Wen's method as the fairest!
In fact, these bastards have been preoccupied with studying the method of making false accounts and intercepting money. It is a pity that Song Wen has already set the rule of unified exchange and settlement and reconciliation of accounts every month! And Song Wen’s Turtle Guild has no idea.
Surveillance is everywhere... If anyone dares to do something dirty, stop playing!
That's right, one month! Song Wen took the opportunity to secretly recruit all the little turtle teapots in Wazi Street...
Bribery, showing goodwill, and joining forces. What people in the market need most is to hug together for warmth. This has indeed remained unchanged for thousands of years! Although Song Wen tried his best to prevent these little turtle teapots from naming this organization...but secretly they still have talents.
Turtle God named his organization Qing Tea Party! It is said that it is because Song Wenwen, the idol of Turtle God, likes light tea the most.
However, the market still habitually refers to the organization of these little turtle teapots as the Turtle Guild...
In addition to these backers behind him, all the little turtles and teapots in Wazi Street are Song Wen's biggest support! With the surveillance of these little turtles and teapots, who dares to fool him? It is said that these brothel managers will be in these turtles.
Song Wen doesn't care at all if there is an eye liner in the teapot! Even if you have an eye liner, what will happen? You can still make great efforts to bribe all the turtles? You can see whatever you want to see. After all, we are playing conspiracy.
Song Wen's accountant, Sun Mou, wiped the sweat from his forehead and carefully handed a piece of paper into Song Wen's hand: "Proprietor, this is the three-cent dividend for this month... Yes... Yes..."
Song Wen pretended to glance casually, but his thighs under the robe could not help but tremble...