At night, in Donghua Xingli, Baoshan Street, the Concession, due to the war, the business of brothels is not as good as before.
In front of the "Yixiangyuan" in the second hall, the old madam Lin Guiyu tried his best to attract customers, smiling so hard that his eyes narrowed.
It sank into the flesh.
Although Jian Yi was not a regular visitor here, she behaved skillfully.
She smiled playfully and reached out to pinch the fat waist of the girl who greeted guests at the door, while stepping into the wooden door of Yixiangyuan with a light gait.
Brothels are a deformed world in the heyday of prostitution.
Prostitutes make a living in this deformed world, so they also develop deformed concepts of right and wrong and values.
In their world, how to attract customers and make money is the only purpose of life.
They compete with each other based on the number of patrons and their social status.
Whoever has more patrons and a higher social status will have face and glory.
Hua Ting changed her outfit, wearing a felt hat and shirt with a mustache.
Chi Jian also walked into the store within 30 seconds, but before she could reach the door of the store, the madam rushed forward with a snarling twist of her bloated waist, "This little Brother, you look very cool.
It’s your first time here.
I see how cool you are.
You are very handsome, and you look like a big man at first glance.
Don’t worry, come with me.
I will definitely let the most delicate little girl here accompany you.”
The madam took Hua Ting’s hand and led her to the door of the store, “ "Come, come, let this young man choose a girl" as if he was afraid of losing business.
In the antique Yixiang Courtyard, the pink gauze sways in the wind, and bursts of rich fragrance hit the face.
Behind the gauze, you can see several intertwined shadows, with fat and thin figures, different postures, and various styles, like They are dancing like colorful butterflies.
Upon closer inspection, they all have charming eyebrows, spring hidden in their eyes, exquisite figures, and charming smiles.
Hua Ting uncomfortably pulled her arm away from the enthusiastic madam's arm.
While pressing the brim of her hat, she also lowered her voice and said, "No hurry, no hurry.
Let me sit down and have a sip of tea first."
The old madam diligently ordered people to deliver the top-quality tea leaves from Yixiang Courtyard, then turned around and without any hesitation, went to call the girls for the senior gentlemen.
The tea tables between Hua Ting and Jian Yi were ten meters apart, just enough distance that no body movements or subtle facial expressions could escape each other's eyes.
A prostitute walked downstairs with a girl in his arms as he passed her uncle.
Hua Ting saw a small hint from Jian Yi knocking on the tea table, and knew in her heart that this prostitute was his target tonight.
The client was short and ugly, with greasy gray hair stuck to the back of his head.
As he walked, he slid his fat palms between the girl's waist and hips, and clamored for a kiss goodbye, while the girl was cursing.
"Dead ghost" smiled coquettishly while offering his fragrant lips to the client, who was satisfied, put his hands away, straightened his expression, and walked towards the tea room on the side of the lobby.
The prostitute turned around and winked at several customers.
The bright red cheongsam was opened extremely high, revealing a large area of white and greasy skin, which made the customers feel itchy.
She stood in front of Huating's tea table and sat down without waiting for an invitation.
While filling the empty cups on the tea table with tea, she said in a skillful tone: "Brother, how come you are not lonely alone?"
"Not lonely."
Hua Ting really wanted to roll her eyes.
The prostitute giggled with trembling flowers: "Then I'll play with my little brother.
My name is Hongxiang."
She smiled as brightly as a spring flower.
She stretched out her hand and touched a handful of flowers.
Listening to this handsome and fair face, she exclaimed in surprise.
He said, "Brother, your skin is really good.
How do you take care of it?"
Hua Ting said to the guests with an uninterested look, "Go ahead and find the most beautiful girl in your courtyard for me."
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The prostitute was stunned, obviously unhappy, turned around with a groan, twisted her waist and walked up the stairs.
At this time, there were already a dozen or so gorgeously dressed little girls standing in front of Jian Yi, waiting for him to choose him as if they were participating in a beauty pageant.
A closer look revealed that all of them were "young models" in their early 20s. , with perfect faces and figures, their cheongsam pants are parted all the way to the thighs, charming and exaggerated, and their calves wearing high heels are slender and long, white and smooth, shining with an unobstructed and shameless light.
The Madam did not dare to neglect Jian Yi, a true gentleman.
Who doesn’t know that Jian Yi’s father is a high-ranking official in the Ministry of Finance of the National Government, and his mother is the daughter of a century-old prominent family in Shanghai.
He is an out-and-out wealthy son, with strong family properties in both Nanjing and Shanghai. .
I don’t know how many rich ladies hope to marry him.
Unfortunately, he has very high vision and likes the daughter of Bai Qihong, the boss of Shanghai’s evil forces.
Rumor has it that he thinks this Miss Bai is very special and different from the ordinary vulgar fans. .
The madam snickered, unlike ordinary vulgar fans who go to brothels for entertainment, men are all the same.
Once the freshness wears off, it doesn't matter whether you are in love with your country or you are a woman who has been in bed for a long time, I will get tired of it.
Jian Yi seemingly casually nodded to the two girls at the head of the team, but they turned out to be the most beautiful among them.
Hua Ting sneered, and Jian Yi gave her a naughty look.
"Brother, why don't you let Ding Xiang accompany you?"
Hua turned her head when she heard the sound, and saw an "old prostitute" with mediocre looks and an older look slowly sitting down next to her shoulder.
Hua Ting moved her chair reluctantly and asked, "Who is Ding Xiang?"
"That's me."
The old prostitute winked at her.
"Uh, forget it, I want to drink tea alone for a while."
Seeing the prostitute rubbing herself against herself without shame, Hua Ting moved the chair with all her strength, letting the prostitute jump away.
Jian also saw it on the other side and covered one mouth with restraint, but a smile filled her eyes.
The prostitute threw off her veil and became unhappy, "Brother, do you think it's appropriate to come to the brothel for tea?"
"Appropriate."
Hua Ting brought the tea and poured it down.
The prostitute rolled her eyes, stood up angrily and said, "Everyone thinks they are the eldest son of the Jian family."
This made Hua Ting unhappy.
"What's wrong with the Jian family?
The Jian family can treat it differently."
After saying that, he took out a stack of U.S. dollars from his trousers pocket and slapped it on the table.
Throw, "Find me the most beautiful girl in your Yixiang Courtyard."
The madam caught sight of a stack of colorful bills that Hua Ting threw on the table.
He immediately threw away the guests and ran towards her, "Young man, please don't get angry yet," he said with a flattering smile on his face and a dog-like attitude, which made her Thinking of Ding Sicheng, "I will go and bring the most beautiful girl in our courtyard to you."
After the ten "young models" stood in front of Hua Ting, she nodded with satisfaction.
It's just that her eyes swept from the first girl's face to the end of the line, then she pretended to sigh in disappointment, shook her head helplessly and said, "Tsk, tsk, tsk, that's all.
You can’t get into my eyes.”
"It's okay, there's still more."
The madam raised her hand and changed a batch.
But suffered the same result.
"Master, why don't you just tell me what you like and I'll find it for you."
The madam's eyes couldn't leave the pile of colorful bills on the table for a moment.
Hua Ting narrowed her eyes slightly, pointed two fingers in Jian Yi's direction, and said, "I want the two beside him."
"This" old bustard seemed a little embarrassed.
"What?"
Hua Ting glanced sideways at her.
"Okay, I'll go talk."
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The madam said, swaying her fat waist and heading towards Jian Yi.
After hearing what the Madam said, Jian Yi turned his head in amusement, looking at Hua Ting's extremely cute appearance, which made him laugh to tears, "Give it to her if she wants it."
After saying that, he waved his hand. , and drove the girl away.
The madam smiled and led the two girls to sit down next to Hua Ting, one hand already consciously touching the stack of banknotes.
Hua Ting then nodded with satisfaction and said generously: "You can take as much money as you see on the table."
The madam had a big appetite.
After hearing what Hua heard, he directly put the stack of banknotes on the table into his pocket.
Jian Yi pushed the chair and stood up, casually pulling an uncle to ask for the direction to the bathroom.
Hua Ting's eyes were shocked and she straightened her back warily, knowing that he was about to take action.
A prostitute next to Hua Ting smiled coquettishly and leaned forward to fill the empty cup in her hand with tea.
Her clear chest was exposed from her unbuttoned collar, "My young master, if you like me, just go with me."
Mom said, let me accompany you, it’s 8 yuan for the first night, and it will be cheaper next time, only 5 yuan.”
Hua Ting twitched her lips.
Not to be outdone, the prostitute on the left leaned her limp body straight into Hua Ting's arms, "If you like me, I will give you a discount on the first night."
Hua Ting twitched her lips again.
"Master, which one of us do you like?"
A "bang" gunshot almost toppled the roof of the entire Yixiang Courtyard and pierced everyone's eardrums.
The air buzzed and vibrated, giving a trembling echo.
All the madams, prostitutes, and servants in the brothel stopped talking in shock.
Their panicked eyes were darting back and forth, trying to find the source of the gunfire.
The younger ones directly held their heads and hid under the table, from the shoulders down.
He was shaking violently, obviously not recovering from the gunshot just now.
Only Hua Ting calmly took the tea in her hand, raised her head and drank it in one gulp.
It's time to go.
She stood up and saw a man's figure emerging from the shadows at the door.
A simple dark suit, a loose tie, clean fingers with clear knuckles, no decorations, just a casually pinched white handkerchief with Bai Ze's totem embroidered with silver thread.
"Seal down this brothel and no one is allowed to go out."
Jian Maosheng's loud voice echoed throughout the candle-lit Yixiang Courtyard.
To be continued n130418: