Fang Miaozhu could only nod his head repeatedly and said: "I know, I know, I don't dare to break your rules, Mr. Cha! I'm confused! Which house should I check today? Let me lead the way."
"Just look around. Whichever house I point to is that one."
"Yes, yes," Old Man Fang was beating in his heart. He had just helped a new girl from Fuchunyuan apply for a temporary household registration a few days ago - applying for a temporary household registration did not require his own participation. With his position as the leader of Group A,
There was no difficulty in reporting her identity to the police station. But it was rare for her to "volunteer".
The content of the "Guangzhou Special City Custom Industry Business Management Regulations" has now been circulated on Lefang Street. Originally, the madam and the leaders wanted to block the news. Unexpectedly, people from the Public Security Bureau came directly and not only posted it everywhere on Lefang Street
, it was also posted on the door and wall of every villa, warning not to tear it down. From time to time, random inspections would be carried out. A few days ago, an old madam from the villa was caught and sentenced to caning for secretly tearing down the notice.
, he was beaten with thirty lashes until his skin was torn apart, and he was also fined five hundred taels of silver.
Compared to the whiplash on the buttocks, the fine of five hundred taels of silver was the most painful thing for the bustards. Naturally, no one dared to repeat this notice - it didn't matter that the notice was posted, and it didn't take long for someone to come to the Yamen again.
The girls all gathered together to "preach". Suddenly everyone knew the contents of the regulations.
In this way, the hearts of the people in the court are floating. Although the old bustard's power over the years is still there, no old man has dared to stand up and talk to the court about personal rights and treatment issues, but the entire atmosphere in the court has changed. The old bustard and the court have changed.
The leaders have also restrained themselves a lot, and there are fewer instances of beating Lao Ju at will and beating Lao Ju at will.
Under such circumstances, it would be too difficult to get Miss He to "voluntarily" become a prostitute. Old man Fang has already found a "connection", so as long as the old madam "gets" the girl, she will not be present when she goes to collect the yellow tickets.
You can get through it by saying "I don't want to".
But now that the news is so tight, Old Man Fang doesn't dare to take this risk. He thought about the affairs of the government, which are always tight at the beginning, and will naturally relax after a while, so it is better to avoid the limelight. This woman can't do it without receiving a yellow ticket.
Taking in guests would mean that she would be free of food for a few months at most, which was nothing to the hotel. Besides, Sister Han Qiao's plan was to "groom" her with distinguished guests, so she could afford to spend more time training her.
This policeman ran to Lefang Street every two days. Could it be that he smelled something? Now it was different from usual. He had no acquaintances in the yamen. There were only a few who were still employed, and they did not dare to talk to him casually.
Old man Fang was suspicious in his heart, but he still greeted everyone with a smile on his face.
This is the most leisurely time at noon. As usual, the hotel will not open its doors until the afternoon. Except for some ladies from various families who were "overworked" last night, they have just gotten up and lazily opened the attic.
She stretched out the window, her black hair was slightly messy, and her eyebrows were brightly colored. Although she didn't have any makeup, she had a unique charm. Her bellyband was half-covered, which contrasted with the green trees and red flowers outside the window. Her snow-white and tender breasts were looming, and red beans were visible.
The buds seemed to be in bud, and the deep ravines were even more dazzling under the sunlight.
As a group of people walked in this land of fireworks, the old people who had gathered at the windows suddenly dispersed and hung up the curtains one after another. The turtle slaves, guest sisters-in-law, and madams from various courtyards all poked their heads out, wondering what the Australians were doing.
Why are you here to get some wind? I silently muttered something in my mind, begging gods and Buddhas to protect the Australian police officers from coming in.
Without squinting, Li Ziyu led the people straight through these courtyards and came directly to the gate of Fangchun Yuan. She pointed at the gate and said, "This is the one!"
Old man Fang secretly complained in his heart that this visit to the spring hospital was the place where he was "mentally ill". He didn't expect that the policeman would be the first one to be picked here.
Of course it's impossible to say no, it just depends on Sister Han Qiao's adaptability.
The "mentou" who was sitting at the gate and was responsible for guarding the door jumped up from his stool when he saw the police approaching. One of them hurriedly came up to say hello, while the other quietly turned around and walked back.
Li Ziyu first glanced at the regulations notice posted on the screen wall to make sure there was no damage or smear. Then he walked slowly inside. Before reaching the lobby, Sister Han Qiao had already come out slowly and said: "Oh, it's Yu.
Master! And this Master Zhao! What kind of wind has brought you two here." He said a deep blessing.
Li Ziyu was secretly surprised. He and Zhao Gui had only visited the Spring Court once this time, when they came with other old policemen for inspection. They were just inconspicuous followers. Unexpectedly, the old bustard not only remembered him, but also had a very low sense of existence.
I remember all Zhao Gui. I can even call him by his name.
In a business like the Xingyuan, where people are welcomed and sent to and sent to, the most basic skills are to know who they are, and how to recognize and remember people. Especially important people, even if they haven't seen each other for many years, as long as the old madam and Lao Ju are still there.
He can still be called by his name when he shows up.
Li Ziyu said: "Since you recognize me, I won't say any more polite words. I'm here for a routine inspection. You don't have to be afraid. The civil servants of the Song Dynasty don't take advantage of the people, so let all the sisters here gather in the courtyard.
The soldiers I brought here are all big-headed soldiers, so it’s not a good idea to offend a beautiful lady!"
Sister Han Qiao knew that this group of people had come prepared, so she couldn't just push them away. She thought that her "family" didn't seem to have violated Australian laws. Several Pipa boys also passed through Minglu and registered when they came to check last time.
.Only one He Xiaoyue is still locked up in the backyard. But few people know that there is this person in the Spring Visiting Courtyard. The police may not be here specifically for her.
After calming down for a while, he forced a smile and said: "Hehehe, what are you talking about? Since Mr. Yu wants to come to check, it is a business matter and the slave family should comply with it. But the girls have not gotten up yet. Please help me. Mr. Yu is now sitting in the hall.
In a moment, the slave family will send someone to call them." After saying this, he said a blessing and stepped back a few steps, calling Huang Xiang and Mrs. Yao who were waiting aside, asking them to call all the old men.
"Pipa boy is here too, I'm sending you guys to check it out!" After saying that, he winked at Mrs. Yao. He turned around and led the group of people inside with a smile on his face.
This was the first time for Li Ziyu to enter such a high-end establishment. Although he had relied on the protection of his uncle before, he could be regarded as a young man with a "family background", but his monthly pocket money was not enough to enter such a high-end place.
He was still young at that time, and his uncle had no children. Li Ziyu was considered a concurrent father-in-law, and he was very strict with his nephew who would inherit the future. Therefore, even if he occasionally traveled, he would not dare to enter such a luxurious place. Although he once followed him after becoming a policeman
People came here to check, but they were only on guard in the courtyard and did not enter the hall. Naturally, they couldn't "experience" it, but now their horizons are finally opened.
Fangchun Yuan is worthy of being a gold-selling den that the princes and nobles in Guangzhou flock to. Just looking at the vast area is jaw-dropping. As soon as you enter the door, there is a huge Australian marble screen wall with exquisite carvings and a big word "福".
The dragons and phoenixes are dancing, and it is obvious that they are made by famous artists. Going around the screen wall, what appears in front of you are the eaves pillars with carved railings and painted sills. There are a total of eighteen pillars, supporting the corner beams and corners, the three-story pavilion, the windows and door leaves.
All are inlaid with Australian glass, and the moon beams are hollowed out and carved into exquisite Yaochi events. The upside-down lintel has a traditional zigzag pattern, and the joints are engraved with auspicious clouds. Red lanterns are hung on the verandahs on each floor. You can imagine the splendor at night.
The courtyard is very large, with the floor paved with blue bricks. There is a pot of rich peonies every three steps on both sides. They are in full bloom. A stage stands in the center of the courtyard. A huge bud made of colorful silk in the middle hangs down above the stage. There are two buds on the left and right.
I'm following the corridor, not knowing where it leads.
With no time to take a closer look, Sister Han Qiao led the two of them into the flower hall and sat down. The maid immediately served tea. Sister Han Qiao served the tea and said: "This is the Maojian that just fell this year before the rain."
However, Li Ziyu was not a tea drinker, and Zhao Gui knew nothing about it. They both took a sip, but neither of them realized the beauty of it.
Sister Han Qiao secretly scolded the two of them as "coots". In the past, people like police officers, even the first-level people in the squad, would not be qualified to sit in the flower hall when they visited the Spring Court: all the people here were dignitaries, how could they?
Is this a place for a lowly servant to sit? The government servants themselves knew what was going on, and most of the time they talked in the inner hall behind where the madam worked. Now she not only invited them to sit down in the flower hall, but also served her first-class tea. She even said "good tea"
No praise at all.
Now that his backers have all shrunk and "hide their capabilities and bide their time", they have no choice but to let these subordinate officials run rampant!
She accompanied Smiley and chatted with Li Ziyu. Most of the madams were from Laoju, especially those from a guild like Sister Han Qiao. They have learned a set of speaking skills since they were young. As long as you are not mute, no matter how boring you are,
People can talk about everything.
While we were drinking tea and chatting, the courtyard was indeed very lively. All the elders in the courtyard were called to gather.
This was not the first time such a gathering had taken place, so the veterans thought it was another "preaching".
Naturally, they already knew the content of the regulations being announced. However, no one dared to take it seriously for the time being. People who work in brothels are not kind people, and they have their own ability to suppress and deceive people. The prostitutes are either "famous"
Or there are people who are "combed together", who are the "privileged class" in the courtyard. Not only are they not abused, but also the madam, guest sister-in-law, and bean powder water are flattered, so naturally they will not have the idea of "rebellion"; or the "business" is ordinary
, it is common for them to be beaten and scolded, but they are all afraid of being beaten, and they dare not come forward under the long-term power of the madam. Even if they have intentions, they are afraid that the Australian Yamen and the madam are in the same group. Therefore, they have some concerns about this propaganda.
Handle.
Li Ziyu saw that more and more people were coming, but there was no trace of Ming Nu, and he couldn't help but feel impatient. He wanted to ask, but also thought of Gao Chongjiu's reminder: everything must be tenable in "official affairs", so he held back.
In the mood, I simply picked up the tea bowl and drank slowly, looking at the people in the courtyard. (To be continued.)