Nanfeng Pavilion, an elegant room on the second floor.

The tea on the table is still full of wisps of white smoke, and the light aroma is thin and cool around the nose.

"Girl, most of these little guys can pick up customers." Chen Zhongyu sat opposite Yuan Qing, took a shallow sip of tea, and slowly spoke.

Now it's almost December, the weather is cold, the cold rain is still there, Yuan Qing is holding a warm teacup to warm her fingers, she nodded, "That's the case, then it will officially open tomorrow." ”

It's not for rice to raise those little guys, since they can all go to the battlefield, why don't they open it?

"Okay then, I'll spread the news that Nanfeng Pavilion will open tomorrow later, and the old customers in the past, after they find out, they should come to cheer." Chen Zhongyu said.

"Hmm." Yuan Qing nodded lightly, "I'm sorry for you." ”

"Boss, what are you talking about, this is what I should do." Chen Zhongyu smiled lightly. "Then I'll go out first, the girl can sit down."

He got up and walked away, and Yuan Qing sat at the table alone, drinking tea by himself.

Tomorrow, the Nanfeng Pavilion will finally open......

I hope to open a good business

Thinking so in his heart, Yuan Qing compared the tea in the cup to the celebration wine and drank it all.

A burst of piano sound, melodious, slowly into the ear, slowly into the heart, Yuan Qing's ears were all attracted by this ethereal piano sound, she subconsciously went to the place of the piano sound, her head was biased, along the window to look out, in the hall on the first floor, one person played the piano, one person danced solo, the sound of the piano was melodious, the dancing posture was varied, at this moment, the hall was as beautiful as a painting.

The window of the private room where Yuan Qing was located just included this beautiful scene, she didn't need to move, she only needed to tilt her head slightly, and she could see the beautiful dance of the person in the hall clearly, as if it was close in front of her.

After a long time, the sound of the piano stopped, and at the end of the dance, there was a moment of silence around, and a burst of applause slowly sounded.

It turned out to be a variety of competitions between the little ones. Learn from each other.

The dancer finally left everyone with a beautiful and elegant gesture, and he did not move for a long time, looking at the window not far away. Facing the woman in the window, smiling from afar, this smile is as beautiful as a dream and real in the world.

The woman saw him smiling at herself, and she nodded slightly. said that she responded to him, and the person who danced was Zi Mo, a man comparable to a woman.

And the woman he smiled at the window was Yuan Qing.

Jian Lan plays the piano and Zimo dances, which can be said to be the first cooperation between the two beautiful men in Nanfeng Pavilion, and it is a match made in heaven.

Yuan Qing saw them as if he saw the future of Nanfeng Pavilion, mainly these two beautiful men, and they really did not disappoint.

Yuan Qing hasn't left yet. She stayed in the Nanfeng Pavilion to write a newspaper, after all, the Nanfeng Pavilion will officially open tomorrow, and the newspaper is the best and fastest channel for disseminating information. It's good to let more people know about this. The newspaper is still the same style as usual, and at the end there is some advertising, and then forget it.

At noon, the newspaper was completed, and then, Yuan Qing handed the written newspaper to Qi Yan, and then followed the process. Tomorrow it will be sold to people.

Yuan Qing is just the behind-the-scenes boss of Nanfeng Pavilion, it stands to reason that she won't show up too much, and the people who deal with the things on the surface of Nanfeng Pavilion are from Nanfeng Pavilion. Therefore, Yuan Qing will not come to Nanfeng Pavilion every day, but will come occasionally.

The next day, the news slowly spread, and the Nanfeng Pavilion opened, this morning. In the morning, the Nanfeng Pavilion is full of firecrackers, and the scenery inside the museum is charming.

After all, it is a small hall in ancient times, and even if it is a pornographic service, it is the kind of elaboration that is carried out when there are not many people, and in the hall, people are still relatively conservative.

Chen Zhongyu is an experienced person, he came to take care of the Nanfeng Pavilion, well organized, not chaotic, the head card of the Nanfeng Pavilion, only one side is revealed, it is hidden, the people who serve in the hall are other small people, good things naturally have to be hidden again and again, and finally the finale appears

On the first day of opening, most of the people who came to Nanfeng came to see the freshness. On the stage in the hall, singing and dancing are leveling, and people are looking for fun. Most of the customers are women, rich and powerful women, and these women generally dare not offend.

The woman who can come to the small hall for recreation, will it be an ordinary woman? Especially in this era when men have a higher status.

Naturally, there are not too many customer women, so these women's requirements for Xiao Qi are also extremely high, no wonder there was no business in the Nanfeng Pavilion before.

Less is also excellent, so that you can be competitive and continue to live

Now the small people in the Nanfeng Pavilion are generally good, and the customers are secretly satisfied......

Yuan Qing pretended to be a customer, blended in the customer group, and secretly observed the reactions of these financiers, after all, the people who came to Nanfeng Pavilion to spend money were all her financiers.

In fact, there is nothing in the small pavilion, it is just a place for people to have fun, as long as the general hardware is clear, the software is appropriate, it should not be too miserable, after all, so far in Qiuzhou City, there are only three small pavilions

Three, it means that the competition is not too fierce.

It also reflects that the customer base of the small shop is not too much, and opening a small shop is far from making money by opening a brothel......

Unless the male style prevails in this era, it is not so easy to open a small restaurant and only accept female customers. It's a little crooked.

The Nanfeng Pavilion is in full swing, the business is gradually improving, and it is only rising, in a month's time, you can catch up with the opposite Qi Fèng Pavilion, and the opposite Qi Fèng Pavilion is still watching the jokes of the Nanfeng Pavilion at the beginning, but now that the business is in front of them, they can still laugh?

The open and secret struggle between the two families is on the rise again.

There is no way, the peers are enemies, but these two enemies are facing each other.

Nanfeng Pavilion has brought a lot of income to Yuan Qing, which is indispensable to the efforts of all the personnel, especially the two beautiful men Jian Lan and Zi Mo, who are red through half of the sky of Nanfeng Pavilion, to be honest, half of the income of Nanfeng Pavilion is directly or indirectly attracted by the two of them. The two of them are performing arts, and they haven't sold their bodies yet, even if the two of them are only performing arts at the moment, almost most of the people who come to Nanfeng Pavilion come to see them.

They can be said to be the living signboard of Nanfeng Pavilion.

Xiaoqi, divided into red and clear, is just a distinction, and there is no need to memorize it. The red man sells his body, and the Qing man sells his art and does not sell his body.

And the Qingqi can become a red one, but the red one cannot become a Qingqi, which is also non-negotiable.

The days passed, it was another year, the snow covered the ground, the eyes were silver and white, Yuan Qing was wearing winter clothes to roast the fire at home, Yuan Bao didn't need to go to school anymore, he was also wearing winter clothes, sitting next to Yuan Qing, and the sister and brother were lazy to roast the fire.

The fire was so warm that they didn't bother to move. This winter is the privilege of being too lazy to move