"Aiya, Sir, you haven't been here in a while. What brings you here today? Please come in." The brothel keeper standing by the door was originally listless, but when she saw Yang Xuan, it was as if she had been injected with chicken blood. Her eyes quickly lit up, and she dragged her fat body over to Yang Xuan.
This brothel keeper's eyes were extremely sharp, and when she saw Yang Xuan, she knew that he was a true noble, and did not dare to slight him.
Yang Xuan extended a finger and pushed against the brothel keeper's forehead, slowly pushing her away, before saying with a grin, "Go, call all of your girls out."
After saying that, he took out a ten tael silver ingot and threw it to the brothel keeper.
"Ah, please come in, I'll take care of it for you." The brothel keeper's body trembled, and she immediately smiled.
It was still early in the morning, and normally, the girls would still be asleep. But with a patron at the door, the brothel keeper did not care. She directly yelled, "Girls, get up to receive the guest, hurry up."
From the moment Yang Xuan entered the door to the moment he walked into the hall, she had shouted several times.
Suddenly, the entire brothel seemed to explode, and all sorts of noises could be heard.
Some of the guests who were staying overnight heard the brothel keeper's voice, and some of the more hot-tempered ones immediately cursed, "F * ck, is it that blind thing that disturbed my sweet dreams?"
But the girls in the brothel did not care about that. When they heard the brothel keeper's voice, they quickly got up and dressed as fast as they could.
Even if there were guests at night, the ladies who hadn't left yet would crawl out of their blankets and quickly start dressing up.
Why was this?
There was actually a secret behind this.
The key was the brothel keeper's yelling, "Hurry up." In fact, it was a secret code. The guests who came this time were either rich or noble. Not only that, she even shouted it five times in a row. This was incredible. Those who could shout it three times in a row were definitely rich and noble people. Those who could shout it five times, how could they be ordinary people?
Some ladies would never see such a customer in their entire lives. Now that he was here, how could they let him go? Perhaps the customer would be happy and redeem their freedom.
Of course, they were completely at ease with their mother's judgment. After all, their mother was a senior who had seen countless people. How could her judgment be wrong?
Not long after, the girls of Yihong Brothel streamed out of their rooms and gathered in the main hall.
Some shirtless guests also came out of their rooms while cursing. When they saw that Yang Xuan was alone, they immediately became angry.
The procuress had good taste, but that didn't mean that all of them had the same taste. Naturally, there were some who didn't like people with high eyebrows and low eyes.
Among them, there was a burly man who cursed harshly. As he cursed, he walked over, rolled up his sleeves, and prepared to make a move.
Pa!
Yang Xuan flicked his finger, and the teacup on the table flew into the burly man's mouth like a shooting star, shattering all of his teeth and causing him to bleed profusely.
"Wah wah, Grand … Grandpa … Spare me …" The burly man had a fiery temper, but he wasn't stupid. Even with his Stage Nine Inner Force cultivation, he couldn't dodge that attack. How could he dare to be arrogant? He immediately knelt and begged for mercy.
"Scram!" Yang Xuan said calmly.
The burly man didn't even dare to make a sound. He scrambled away.
This time, the cursing stopped. No one dared to provoke Yang Xuan again. One by one, they all put on their clothes and left through the back door.
The ladies had already gathered and were standing neatly. Their eyes were shining as they stared at Yang Xuan.
Although they weren't as sharp as the procuress, they had seen countless people. Now that they saw Yang Xuan's figure and temperament, they knew that he was definitely extraordinary.
There were about thirty ladies in Yihong Brothel. Although they weren't ugly, they weren't all that beautiful either.
After all, how many resources could a brothel in a small town have?
Yang Xuan smiled as his gaze swept across their faces. Finally, it landed on a lady who looked about seventeen or eighteen years old.
The procuress had been paying attention to Yang Xuan's gaze. When she saw him looking at her, she naturally acknowledged his gaze.
"Oh my, you have good taste. This is our Yihong Brothel's top hostess, Qing Lian. Hurry up and come over." The procuress's face was jiggling.
The girl called Qinglian lightly stepped forward, arriving in front of Yang Xuan. After giving a slight bow, she greeted, "Young master!"
She was just like her name. Although she wasn't a natural beauty, for some reason, she had an aura of elegance about her. She was like a lotus flower.
"You stay. The rest of you are dismissed!" Yang Xuan said calmly.
The other ladies looked disappointed and enviously looked at Qing Lian. They could only blame themselves for being unlucky.
Just as they were about to leave, Yang Xuan smiled and took out a handful of golden leaves, tossing them out.
"This is for you. Pick it up yourselves." As he spoke, he tossed out a few more.
Instantly, the floor of the hall was filled with golden light, dazzling everyone's eyes.
"Roar!"
The procuress fell to the ground like a dog eating shit. Her two fat arms were like a dog's paw as she pulled the golden leaves into her embrace.
The other ladies didn't want to be outdone either. They fought over the golden leaves, and the hall was thrown into chaos.
The number of golden leaves Yang Xuan tossed out numbered in the hundreds. The ladies had never seen such a wealthy customer before. They were about to go crazy.
No one cared how Yang Xuan managed to store so many golden leaves. They were too busy snatching the money to care about this.
Yang Xuan looked on with a smile. To be honest, the golden leaves he left in his storage ring were almost moldy. He didn't have a chance to use them. Now that he was indulging in the feeling of being a tycoon, he was making the best use of them.
Seeing the crowd happily snatching the golden leaves, Yang Xuan couldn't help but toss out a few more. This time, the crowd was even crazier. Some even wanted to crawl over and lick Yang Xuan's toes.
"Why don't you snatch them?" Yang Xuan shook his head. After feeling pity for the crowd, he turned his gaze to Qing Lian.
Qing Lian lowered her head and said, "I am now your woman. Without your permission, I naturally can't take those golden leaves."
A faint smile crept onto the corner of Yang Xuan's mouth as he suddenly shouted, "Madam!"
"Grandpa, you called for me?" The procuress shuddered and quickly got up from the ground. She hugged a pile of golden leaves and said flatteringly.
"I am going to Qing Lian's room. Don't disturb me."
"Okay, okay! Don't worry, even if you tear down the bed and the room, no one will come to disturb you. "The procuress nodded and bowed as she hugged the golden leaf. She had an expression of understanding on her face.
Yang Xuan was too lazy to correct her wrong values. He got up and followed Qing Lian directly to the second floor.
Qing Lian's room wasn't very big, but the decoration was very good. Although it wasn't luxurious, it was considered good in this small county.
After Yang Xuan took a sip of tea, he looked at Qing Lian standing in front of him and didn't say anything else.
Qing Lian still lowered her head, showing a look of resignation.
After a while, Yang Xuan suddenly asked, "Do you know Li Xiuxiu?"
"Yes!"
Qing Lian lowered her head even more.
"Oh? Then tell me about her. What's her name here? "Yang Xuan glanced at the corner of the room.
"She's called Hong Xiu." Qing Lian answered.
"Reading at night under the light, Hong Xiu adds fragrance. Good name." Yang Xuan nodded and asked again, "Are you familiar with her?"
"We are not familiar." Qing Lian's body trembled slightly. She lowered her head and said.
Yang Xuan smiled and said lightly, "I don't like liars."
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