Hearing Chen Yuanyuan's answer, Ren Yingying and Luo Bing couldn't help but be startled. Firstly, they didn't expect that she wouldn't be angry, and secondly, they were curious about the meaning of her words. Could it be that Song Qingshu was still running a brothel?
Thinking of this possibility, the two women looked at Song Qingshu unkindly.
Song Qingshu looked embarrassed and hesitated for a long time before replying, "In a sense … uh, it can indeed be regarded as my business …"
Before he finished, Ren Yingying was so angry that her face turned red. "How can you give birth to a son … do such a wicked thing!" She originally wanted to say that giving birth to a son was punched in the anus, but when she was about to say it, she suddenly felt that it was too vulgar. Moreover, if she and him in the future … wouldn't it be cursing her own son? So she quickly changed her words.
Luo Bing felt the same, but due to her identity, she couldn't say anything. At this moment, seeing that Ren Yingying had spoken, she hurriedly nodded. Obviously, she also had the same opinion.
After all, this world was not quite the same as the future world. In Song Qingshu's previous world, most of the girls in this industry, except for a few who were forced to do it, coveted the fast money and easy work in this industry. They worked hard to become small white-collar workers. Working for more than half a year was less than working as a prostitute for more than a month. Naturally, they knew how to choose.
But now, etiquette prevailed in this world. Unless there was no other choice, otherwise, not many people would fall into prostitution. In a sense, most of the women in the brothel were pitiful people.
As women, Ren Yingying and the others inevitably had sympathy for them. So when they heard that Song Qingshu was actually in this industry, they had such a big reaction.
Song Qingshu smiled bitterly. "In your hearts, am I a big villain who forces women into prostitution?"
Seeing that Ren Yingying and Luo Bing nodded in unison, Song Qingshu's face darkened. "I can't guarantee other places, but those brothels under my management will never be forced. After all, I don't want to make money from the brothels. I just want to use the environment of the brothels to build an information network."
Only then did Ren Yingying's expression soften a little, but she still couldn't help but snort, "You make it sound nice, but where are you going to find so many women who are willing to be prostitutes?"
Song Qingshu sighed, "Nowadays, in this era of great strife, the world is in chaos. Every day, thousands of families are destroyed, and countless orphans and widows are born. How can a brothel be short of people?"
"They are already so pitiful, and you still want to send them to the brothel?" Ren Yingying glared at him.
"Compared to starving to death by the roadside, isn't it much better to end up in a brothel?" Song Qingshu replied calmly.
"Starving to death is a small matter. Losing your chastity is a big matter. For a woman, what is more important than reputation?" Ren Yingying clearly disagreed with his logic.
"Yingying, you have lived a luxurious life since you were young. You have never tasted the feeling of starvation. You have to know that when people are about to starve to death, that feeling of living a life worse than death will force them to do anything." Seeing that Ren Yingying's expression was a little ugly, Song Qingshu paused, and his tone became gentle, "And I don't control their fate after saving them, but give them a chance to choose freely."
"A chance to choose?" Ren Yingying looked at him curiously.
Song Qingshu explained, "Yes, I'm not a philanthropist, and I didn't save them for nothing. I need them to repay me with labor … Ahem, don't look at me like that. I'm not forcing them to go out to receive customers, but to start as a servant. After two or three years, they can choose to leave, or they can choose to stay as prostitutes. Of course, they can also choose to stay as …"
He didn't finish, but the meaning was already very clear.
"At that time, they will definitely choose to leave. Who would stay to be … be that." Ren Yingying's face was slightly red, and she snorted.
"Miss Ren, you're wrong." Chen Yuanyuan, who had been silent at the side, suddenly spoke, "You have to know that most women have no relatives, and they don't have any skills. In this chaotic world, if they leave the protection of a brothel, their fates will be even more miserable, so most people are willing to stay in the end."
Ren Yingying had a puzzled expression, and then she remembered that Chen Yuanyuan had also lived in a brothel. Since she said that, then it was most likely the truth.
Compared to Ren Yingying, who had always been high and mighty, Luo Bing had experienced the trials of life and gradually understood.
"And for all brothels, there will be a large number of thugs. One is to protect the safety of the guests, and the other is to deal with those disobedient women …" Chen Yuanyuan frowned, as if she had recalled some unpleasant experience. "Many sisters are unwilling to receive customers at first, but the brothel will let those thugs … rape them, or use drugs to stun them … humiliate them, and take away their most precious things. After that, most people often accept their fate, but there are still a few who are strong-willed, and in the end, they will choose to commit suicide …" She had always been trained as a top courtesan, so she had never experienced this kind of tragedy. But just because she hadn't experienced it didn't mean that she hadn't seen it. Similar things happened almost every day in the brothel.
Chen Yuanyuan faintly sighed, "If your brothel can really not force women, for those people who have a hard life, I don't know how much of a kindness it will be."
Song Qingshu's expression became serious, and he said seriously, "Sister Yuanyuan, don't worry. I swear here that I will not allow them to force women, and everything will be voluntary."
"Mm, I believe you." After spending some time with Song Qingshu, Chen Yuanyuan knew that he wouldn't lie to her about this. As for those women who voluntarily fell into prostitution, she couldn't care less. Unlike Ren Yingying, who had lived in a brothel for a long time, she knew that there were many women who loved ease and hated work. They were greedy for money and fame, and would indeed willingly become prostitutes.
"So, Sister Yuanyuan is willing to help now?" Song Qingshu said happily.
"Mm …" Chen Yuanyuan revealed a mischievous smile, "I also want to see what your brothel is like, and I can also monitor whether what you said is true."
"That's no problem. When the time comes, I'll give you an imperial sword. If I discover any similar behavior, you can hold me responsible!" After experiencing one bad news after another, there was finally some good news. Song Qingshu knew that with Chen Yuanyuan's experience and knowledge in the industry, He Qing's brothel business would rise to the next level with her guidance. When that happened, the information network would be set up even faster.
In the next few days, Luo Bing began to prepare for the establishment of a branch, and Chen Yuanyuan was in the study thinking about the plan to renovate the brothel. Song Qingshu had been warming Ren Yingying's meridians, and the rest of the time, he went out to look for Huang Rong. Unfortunately, there was no progress at all.
In the study of the Rongguo Mansion, Jia Shidao looked at Guo Jing, who had stubble all over his face, and couldn't help but frown. He said, "I haven't seen you often recently, and the date of the martial arts competition is approaching. How are you going to win like this?"
Guo Jing shook his head, and he looked lost. "Compared to Rong 'er, the martial arts competition is nothing."
Jia Shidao comforted him. "I know you care about your wife, but I've already sent people to look for her everywhere. I believe we'll have news soon."
"News soon? That means no news yet." Guo Jing, who had always been a bit dull, was thinking fast. "No, I have to go find her." He then walked out.
Jia Shidao was furious. He had planned for so long, and he was determined to get what he wanted. How could he let it all go to waste because of Huang Rong? Not only had he used his power openly, but he had also used the intelligence network of the Isle of Heroes, but he still hadn't found her whereabouts. In his heart, he had long felt that Huang Rong was in danger, but he hadn't told Guo Jing the truth.
"A man doesn't have to worry about not having a wife. Even if something happens to Gang Leader Huang, I'll introduce you to someone else. I guarantee that she'll be beautiful and talented. If you like her, you can pick any of my daughters. I can even let you marry a princess …" Before Jia Shidao could finish, Guo Jing angrily interrupted him, "Don't worry.
"Enough! I only want Rong 'er. Any other woman is just a chicken or a dog in my eyes. "
Jia Shidao was already irritated by Guo Jing's half-dead look, and he couldn't help but sneer when he heard what Guo Jing said. "So, in your heart, my daughters are also just a chicken or a dog?"
Guo Jing was stunned. He knew he had said something wrong, but he was annoyed and didn't want to explain. He cupped his hands and said, "I'm just a rough guy. If I've offended you in any way, please forgive me. It's getting late, and I have to go find out about Rong 'er. Goodbye."
After that, he strode out without waiting for Jia Shidao's response.
Watching him leave, Jia Shidao couldn't help but slap the Jingdezhen official teacup, which was worth a hundred taels of silver, into powder. "How dare he! How dare he!"
At that moment, Liao Yingzhong, Jia Shidao's aide, walked out from behind the screen. He smiled bitterly and said, "Why do you have to put up with him like this, my lord?"
"What can I do if I can't? He's our only candidate in this martial arts competition." Jia Shidao's face was gloomy.
"Only? Not necessarily." Liao Yingzhong chuckled. "Have you forgotten the replacement recommended by Wang Ziteng, the former commander of the palace, two days ago, my lord?"
"The Wang family and the Murong family are in-laws, so of course they'll help. However, although Murong Fu is famous in Jianghu, it's just a facade," Jia Shidao said coldly.
"As the saying goes, Qiao Feng in the north and Murong in the south. I've seen Prince Murong's martial arts. Although he's not at the grandmaster level, he's still outstanding among the younger generation," Liao Yingzhong answered.
"He's not outstanding. Not to mention Song Qingshu, who's younger than him, he can't even catch up to him." Jia Shidao snorted. "Even Wu Tiande is no match for him."
Liao Yingzhong smiled bitterly. "Song Qingshu is a monster. Forget about the younger generation, even if we count the senior experts, I'm afraid that the number of people who can win against him can be counted on one hand. It's normal for Murong Fu to not be able to win against him, but the dignified Southern Murong shouldn't be unable to win against Wu Tiande, who has always been a nobody."
Jia Shidao shook his head. "I've seen both of them fight. If it were a fair fight, Murong Fu would lose for sure."
Liao Yingzhong's face was solemn. "If you say so, my lord, then you must be right."
Jia Shidao became more and more annoyed. "If I could really replace him, I wouldn't have to endure Guo Jing's anger. I think he won't even participate in the martial arts competition until he finds Huang Rong."
Liao Yingzhong suddenly said, "My lord, have you forgotten our plan against Wu Tiande? Although Murong Fu can't beat him in a fair fight, what if we help him?"
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