"Master Li, what kind of wine do you want to drink?" The old bustard Yuanji with his little feet wrapped in red broken step lotus stepped into the flower hall. A turtle slave next to him was carrying a tray with two steaming dishes on it.
Li Guolou glanced at me and said, "Mom, I have something to do in the afternoon, so I won't drink."
"How come? It's the first time Mr. Li has come to my place. How can a mother not be a landlord? The mistress brings a bottle of French Bonaparte red wine and I treat her." Yuan Jihong glanced at Li Guolou and said
Knowing that this was a fake foreign devil who betrayed his ancestors and had a specialized career, he already knew which kind of wine he should use to deal with Mr. Li.
"This;;;;;" It was the first time in Li Guolou's life that he came to a brothel alone. There was no dedicated companion beside him. He was a little unable to deal with the two prostitutes alone. Should he reveal his identity as a police agent?
, Li Guolou was a little hesitant.
"Mom, this Mr. Li is an official. He wants to hide it from his daughter. He looks so arrogant." Yue Yuehong said she was disgusted and threw herself into Li Guolou's arms. She hadn't drank the wine yet, but she was a little drunk.
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"Really? Mr. Li, who is from the yamen?" Yuan Jihong was not afraid. He removed the leather bag from the seat on the other side of Li Guolou and sat down. Customers who came to the brothel to drink wine at noon were unlikely to stay overnight.
Therefore, the old bustard Yuan Jihong was very dissatisfied with the young master Li who ordered March Hong for his daughter, and planned to ask Li Guolou to pay more money.
He had already lost all his money before he took out March Red's old money. How could Li Guolou give up and said with a carefree smile: "Mom has misunderstood. I am not an official official, just a young scholar."
"Oh, there is also a little scholar, there are iron things in the bag. Mr. Li, your bag is so heavy. Do you put the silver or the muskets? Can you show it to mother?" Yuan Jihong was not deceived by Li Guolou. He had a pair of
With a keen eye, I guessed that Li Guolou was telling lies.
Before Li Guolou could react, Sanyuehong said softly: "Mom, Master Li gave his daughter a banknote."
Li Guolou lowered his head and said, "To be honest, I am an official. I came to ask March Hong about the situation, which made my mother and sister laugh."
A high-end prostitute would ask questions such as whether the customer has money, what kind of business he is doing, whether he is married, and whether he has an official status? A high-end prostitute can hear everything clearly. Li Guolou is a bit more mature, and the tone of his voice reveals that he is a foodie.
People who eat for business.
"Oh;;;;;;" Yuan Jihong looked Li Guo Tower up and down again, showing a hint of sneer, and said: "Master Li, who is from the yamen? Our place is the territory of Yipintang."
As long as there are no deaths in Yixiang Pavilion, Yuan Jihong will not be afraid of official disgrace. She has a license to operate. Although she is a lowly person, she can make money to support her family in an upright manner.
"I'm a police officer from the Criminal Department. I would like to ask Sanyuehong for help with some matters." Li Guolou took out two ten silver notes and handed them to the two policemen. Since someone had seen through the boss, the only way to buy him off was with money.
"Hey, Capt. Li, you are quite generous. I heard that there is a police officer in the Ministry of Punishment who looks quite similar to you. Isn't it you, a fake foreign devil?" Sanyuehong took the silver without hesitation.
The banknotes were hidden in the pockets under the armpits. The banknotes were hidden in this place, making it impossible for thieves to steal them.
The reputation of "fake foreign devil" spread to the brothel. Li Guolou touched his nose, forced a smile and said, "It should be me."
"Oh;;;;;" Yuan Jihong couldn't hold it any longer, threw herself on Li Guolou, ate Li Guolou's tofu, and said softly: "It's really you, little rascal, your brother is sleeping in
In my room, I asked him to come and drink with you. If you have anything to talk to San Marchhong, you can hear it when you are there. Do you understand?" After saying that, Yuan Jihong winked at San Marchhong and went to call her.
The man I love is telling March Hong to be tight-lipped and not to reveal the truth without reaping the benefits.
"My brother?" Li Guolou was startled. There were countless faces in his mind. Was he a member of the militia or a member of the Yipintang? Li Guolou was filled with regret. He should have let his brothers solve the problem. Now he has spent a lot of money.
In the end, we still need help from the Jianghu brothers, so why waste money?
"Fake foreign devil, Nunu heard that you are a womanizer, so you are looking for beauties before you get married. Is that true?" Sanyuehong refused to let Li Guolou eat the food, hooked her fingers on Li Guolou's chin, and teased the serious Li Guolou.
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Li Guolou said awkwardly: "Yueyuehong, don't listen to the rumors. I am a clean and self-sufficient person. I only eat flowers and wine with my friends at most, and I never get close to women."
"Hmph! Everyone in our Tianqiao has long known about the story of the Moon Picking Immortals. Fake foreign devil, your lies are not clever, and none of them have been successful so far." Sanyuehong didn't hesitate to expose Li Guolou's lies, feeling in her heart
How much money does it cost to sell favors to Li Guolou? Tell the truth.
"Hey hey hey!" Li Guolou concealed his inner panic with a silly smile. He has a sharp mouth and brains that can win a head-to-head confrontation with criminals, but he can't even fight a housebound prostitute. Who sold him in the brothel?
Even his physical characteristics are known to others. How will he be a spy in the future? Isn’t it going to ruin his job?
March Hong sighed and said: "It's a pity that Nunu is not as good as Yue Zhaixian. Fake foreign devil, you are quite rich. You gave a piece of land to Yue Zhaixian to support his family. Since we are destined, you can lend me some money."
I want to be the boss’s wife for once.”
The red lion opened his mouth in March, telling half-truths and half-falsehoods, and said that it would be better for him to pursue the bandits and defraud Li Guolou of all the banknotes in his pocket.
"March Hong, you are not a flower girl, can you hold your chin when you speak? I know the level of Yixiang Pavilion." Li Guolou glanced at him, he was not a virgin who had never seen the world.
How much is the market price of Yixiang Pavilion? As the criminal master, he knows everything about it.
"Humph!" Sanyuehong turned around pretending to be angry. If she didn't get the money, there was no way she could reveal anything about her guests.
"Oh, don't be angry, little one. As long as you are not greedy, I know how to do it. I want to know about Yan Zizhang, can you tell me, little one?" Li Guolou coaxed and deceived, seduced Sanyuehong, and used all kinds of tricks.
This is the best way to deal with women as a beauty trick. He knows how to make a woman emotional.
"Yanzi Zhang, I don't know him." Sanyue Hong trembled. This was her regular customer. If she wanted to betray her regular customer, the price would be high, so the deal had to be carefully negotiated.
"Say it again?" Li Guolou kneaded Sanyuehong's arousing area, preparing to kill her.
"Hey;;;;;;" Sanyuehong fell into Li Guolou's arms skillfully. She wanted to get both people and money.
"Hahahaha! Third brother, how are you?" Loud laughter came from the door, and a strong man stepped into the flower hall. It was "Fat Niu" Zhang Tieniu, the eldest brother of the militia, who once fought head-on with Li Guolou, and now Wang Wu
of followers.
A poor man who originally had great integrity, but now he has abandoned his ideal morality and joined the underworld. As the saying goes, if you don't fight, you won't get to know each other. It is precisely because Zhang Tieniu and Li Guolou competed and submitted a certificate of surrender that he gained his current status.
.The most famous big brother in the underworld is like this. Those who appear to be heroes must be tested before they can rise to the top. Those who are not stained with blood will always stay at the bottom and be the younger brother.
Li Guolou stood up, cupped his fists and said, "Oh Tieniu, it turns out this is your place. Why don't you feel embarrassed if you don't tell me when I ask you?"
"Hehehehe!" Zhang Tieniu scratched his head in embarrassment and said with a casual smile: "Third brother, you just came to the top. You have a weak foundation and you don't dare to compete with the elder brothers."
"Tieniu, why did you come to Yipintang's territory to be happy?" Li Guolou was very surprised. This was not the area under Zhang Tieniu's jurisdiction, so how could the two people who were so incompatible with each other get together.
"It's me who has taken a fancy to Tieniu, isn't it?" Old Madam Yuan Jihong said shamelessly as she sat next to Zhang Tieniu and personally entertained Li Guolou. Of course she knew how powerful the underworld forces hidden behind Li Guolou were, and this was the capital.
The most powerful gangster has quietly emerged, and even Yipintang depends on Tianzihao's face to act.
"Oh, third brother, it's like this. Originally this was the territory of the Qing Gang. Aren't we here to help Yipintang? I negotiated with the Qing Gang to win it back, so Yuan Jihong was also impressed by my heroism and let me
Hug the beauty back. Hahahaha!" Zhang Tieniu hooked Yuan Jihong, and this was his trophy.
In gang negotiations, in addition to fighting with subordinates, people at the eldest brother level also have to fight one-on-one. To win the territory, you must not only have strong soldiers and horses, but also have extraordinary abilities. The rules of the underworld are that the strong are respected, and it is rare to kill everyone.
From killing to negotiation, and finally to redrawing the territory.
Gangs can never dominate the world. When gangs are too powerful, they will rebel. This is the case with the Xiaodao Society. The Nian Army, the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom, and the White Lotus Sect all started in the form of gangs. This also shows the fact that farmers are very religious.
The terrible thing is that there are profound historical lessons for why the dynasties have been so cruel in suppressing religious farmers. Therefore, the prefix composed of Li Guolou, Yao Cuo, Wu Defu and others does not kill all other gangs. They all rely on each other and work in different directions.
All heroes have food to eat.
Just like a blessing in disguise, losers are kicked out and settle in another place. This is the history of the rise and fall of the Qinggang. When the holy family is strong, it becomes strong, but when the government does not like the Qinggang and suppresses it,
Weak and extremely vicious people become thieves and bandits. This is a point of no return for the underworld and must be distinguished separately.
Li Guolou glanced at the old bustard Yuan Jihong, smiled and said: "Oh, it turns out that Yuan Jihong is a woman like Liang Hongyu, I'm disrespectful, come on! I'll give you a drink." He thought to himself: Yuan Jihong is a snob, who would marry such a person?
Whoever gets the goods will be unlucky. He didn't expect that such a person existed in his family. A woman who refuses to honor her dead husband is not much better.
"Oh, don't you see that the third brother is eloquent and quite capable?" Yuan Jihong smiled and took a sip of red wine, blinking her big watery eyes, as if she was extremely innocent. Who could tell that she is a playboy who has read all men.
There are two people who offer incense in the brothel. One is a household name, Zhu Bajie in "Journey to the West". They hope that the guests will be like Zhu Bajie, who often come and take care of every girl and be full of love for every girl. The other is the heroine Liang Hongyu
, because Liang Hongyu was born as a prostitute, and every prostitute hopes to have a good home and become a heroine. A strange object of worship, the humble brothel worships Zhu Bajie as its ancestor, which Wu Chengen, the author of "Journey to the West", never imagined when he wrote