"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 him and said: "Mom, I have something to do in the afternoon. I don't want to 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. I treat you." Yuan Jihong glanced at Li Guolou. Knowing that this is a fake foreign devil who betrayed his ancestors and has a specialized career, he already knows which wine to 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 two old gangsters by himself. Should he reveal his identity as a police agent or not? Li Guolou was a little hesitant.
"Mom, this Mr. Li is an official. He wants to hide it from his daughter. His prudery is so annoying." Yue Yuehong said it was annoying. She threw herself into Li Guolou's arms. She hadn't drank the wine yet, but she was a little drunk. .
"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 Guo Building and sat down. Customers who come to the brothel to drink wine at noon are unlikely to stay overnight. Therefore, the old bustard Yuan Jihong was very dissatisfied with the young Mr. Li for ordering a daughter named Sanyuehong. He planned to ask Li Guolou to pay more money.
He had already lost all his money before he took out the money from March Red. How could Li Guolou just let it go? He smiled casually and said, "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 want to put the silver or the musket? Take it out and show it to mother." Yuan Jihong was not fooled by Li Guolou. He has a pair of With a keen eye, I guessed that Li Guolou was telling lies.
Before Li Guolou could react, Sanyuehong said softly: "Mom, Mr. Li gave his daughter a banknote."
Li Guolou was dejected. He hung his head and said, "To be honest, I am an official. I came to ask March Hong about the situation. I made my mother and sister laugh."
High-end prostitutes are all about asking questions about whether the client has money, what kind of business he is doing, whether he is married or not, and whether he has an official status. A high-end prostitute can hear everything clearly. Li Guolou is a bit more mature. From the tone of his words, it is revealed that he is a foodie. People who eat for business.
"Oh..." Yuan Jihong looked Li Guolou up and down again, revealing a trace of sneer, and said: "Master Li, who is from the yamen? Our place is the territory of Yipintang."
As long as there are no dead people in Yixiang Pavilion, Yuan Jihong will not be afraid of officialdom. 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 an agent from the Criminal Department. I'd like to ask Sanyuehong for help with some matters." Li Guolou took out two ten-yin notes and handed them to the two old Jianghu. Since the old man's background was seen through, the only way to buy him off was with money.
"Hey, Mr. Li, you are quite generous. I heard that there is a man in the Ministry of Justice who is generous. He looks quite similar to you. Is it you? A fake foreign devil." Sanyuehong handed over the banknote without hesitation. Hidden in the pocket under the armpit. This is where the banknotes are hidden. Even if a thief wants to steal it, he will be unable to do so.
The reputation of being a "fake foreign devil" spread to the brothels. Li Guolou touched his nose, forced a smile and said, "It should be me."
"Oh..." Yuan Jihong couldn't hold it any longer. He threw himself on Li Guolou and ate Li Guolou's tofu. He said softly: "It's really you, little rascal. Your brother is sleeping in It's in my room. I asked him to come drink with you. If you have anything to talk to San Marchhong, you can scan and hear it when you are there. Understand." After saying that, Yuan Jihong winked at San Marchhong and went to call her. My sweetheart, tell March Hong to be tight-lipped. Don’t reveal the truth without reaping the benefits.
"My brother." Li Guolou was startled. There were countless faces in his mind. Is 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. Why waste money?
"Fake foreign devil. Nunu heard that you have a romantic streak. You are looking for beauties before you get married. Is that right?" Sanyuehong prevented Li Guolou from eating. She hooked her fingers on Li Guolou's chin and teased the serious Li Guolou. building.
Li Guolou said awkwardly: "March Red. Don't listen to the rumors. I am a clean and self-sufficient person. I mostly eat and drink with friends. I never get close to women."
"Humph. Everyone in our Tianqiao has long known about the moon picking fairy. You are a fake foreign devil. The lies you tell are not clever. So far, none of them have been successful." Sanyuehong did not hesitate to expose Li Guolou's lies. She felt 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 can be grasped by others. How can he be a spy in the future? Wouldn't it 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’ll also be the boss’s wife for once.”
The red lion opened his mouth in March and told half-truths and half-false words. It would be better to chase the poor bandits bravely and defraud Li Guolou of all the banknotes in his pocket.
"March Red. You are not a flower girl. Can you hold your chin when you talk? I know the grade of Yixiang Pavilion very well." 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 doesn't get the money, don't let her reveal anything about her guests.
"Oh, don't be angry, baby. As long as you are not greedy, I know how to do it. I want to know about Yan Zi Zhang. Can you tell me, baby?" Li Guolou coaxed and deceived, seduced March Hong, and used all kinds of tricks. Beauty trap. This is the best way to deal with women. How to make a woman emotional? He knows it at his fingertips.
"I don't know Yanzi Zhang." March Hong trembled. This was her regular customer. It would be expensive for her to betray her regular customer. This deal must be negotiated carefully.
"Say it again." Li Guolou kneaded Sanyuehong's arousing area, preparing to kill her.
"Hey..." Sanyuehong fell skillfully into Li Guolou's arms. She wanted both people and wealth.
"Hahahaha. Third brother, how are you?" Loud laughter came from the door. A strong man stepped into the flower hall. It was "Fat Niu" Zhang Tieniu, the eldest brother of the militia. He once fought head-on with Li Guolou. Now Wang Wu of followers.
A poor man who was originally a righteous and upright man. 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. People 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, clasped his fists and said, "Oh... Tieniu. So this is your place. Why don't you tell me if I ask you?"
"Hehehe." Zhang Tieniu scratched his head in embarrassment and said with a casual smile: "Third brother, you just came to the top. I have a weak foundation. I don't dare to compete with the elder brothers."
"Tieniu. Why did you come to Yipintang's territory to be romantic and happy?" Li Guolou was very surprised. This is not the area under Zhang Tieniu's jurisdiction. How could two people who couldn't fight with each other hang out together.
"It's me who has taken a fancy to Tieniu. Can't you?" Old Madam Yuan Jihong said confidently 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. This is the capital. The most powerful gangster has quietly emerged. Even Yipintang depends on Tianzihao's face to act.
"Oh, third brother, that's it. 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. Let me Hug the beauty back. Hahahaha." Zhang Tieniu hooked Yuan Jihong. This is 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 a territory, it is not only about having strong soldiers and horses, but also having superior abilities. The rules of the underworld are that the strong are respected, and killing everyone is rare. It rarely happens. From killing to negotiation. And finally to redrawing the territory.
Gangs can never dominate the world. When gangs are too strong, they will rebel. This is the case with the Xiaodao Society. The Nian Army, the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom, and the White Lotus Sect all began to be organized in the form of gangs. This also illustrates the fact that farmers are very religious. Horrible thing. Why did the dynasties suppress religious farmers so cruelly? There are profound historical lessons. Therefore, the prefix composed of Li Guolou, Yao Cuo, Wu Defu and others does not kill other gangs. We all rely on each other. All heroes and good men have food to eat.
It's like a blessing in disguise. The 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. When the government doesn't 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. It must be distinguished separately.
Li Guolou glanced at the old bustard Yuan Jihong and said with a smile: "Oh, it turns out that Yuan Jihong is a woman like Liang Hongyu. I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Come on, I'll give you a drink." He thought to himself: Yuan Jihong is a snob. Who would marry such a person? It's bad luck for anyone. I didn't expect that such a person existed in his family. A woman who refuses to honor her dead husband is not much better.
"Ah, don't you see that the third brother is eloquent and quite capable?" Yuan Jihong smiled and took a sip of red wine. She blinked her big watery eyes, as if she was extremely innocent. Who could tell that she is a playgirl who has read all men.
There are two people who offer incense in the brothel. One is a well-known person. He is Zhu Bajie in "Journey to the West". He hopes that the guests will be like Zhu Bajie. He often comes and takes care of every girl. The other is the heroine Liang Hongyu. Because Liang Hongyu was born as a prostitute. Every prostitute hopes to have a good home. She hopes to become a heroine. A strange object of worship. The humble brothel respects Zhu Bajie as its ancestor. This is what Wu Chengen, the author of "Journey to the West", never imagined when he wrote Things that come to mind.