Chapter Twenty-Three: The Emperor Sits on the Throne
Meng Guqing asked Shunzhi to wait on one side, walked to the other side, took out the phone and dialed the number, and then said it to the phone, Shunzhi was curious and pricked up his ears to listen, but unfortunately the sound from the nightclub was too noisy, and he couldn't hear anything.
Meng Guqing finished the fight quickly, and then walked over with a smile, looking happy.
When Shunzhi saw her coming over, he said suspiciously: "Meng Guqing, what kind of place is this, why is it so noisy." ”
"This is equivalent to a royal banquet in the palace, anyway, you will know when you go."
"It's so noisy, I don't like it in such a noisy place."
"Money, all for money, OK?"
While talking, a beautiful woman in her thirties, with a slender figure, walked out in a red cheongsam.
"Ouch, Qingqing, I haven't seen you for a long time." The woman walked up enthusiastically and shook Meng Guqing's hand.
"Yes, we haven't seen each other for almost a year, by the way, have you seen Zhang Yan?" Meng Guqing asked.
She couldn't find Zhang Yan two months before the injury, and after she woke up from the injury, she called Zhang Yan, and the reminder was always expired.
"I saw her a few days ago, this is her new phone, you make a note of it."
Sister Hong reported Zhang Yan's phone number to Meng Guqing as she spoke.
"Sister Hong, thank you so much." Meng Guqing took out the phone and saved Zhang Yan's phone.
"You're welcome, is this your friend......" Sister Hong looked Shunzhi up and down, with a shock in her eyes that could not be concealed.
The man in front of him is handsome, has a good figure, and has a kind of aristocratic atmosphere, which is hundreds of times stronger than the cowherd under his command.
Such a man will definitely be able to become the top card of 839 under his hands, and he will definitely be able to make a lot of money.
Shunzhi was a little unhappy, this woman's eyes were naked, and she couldn't wait to rip off his clothes.
"Sister Hong, this is my friend Fulin, Fulin, this is Sister Hong, you will work under her in the future, everything will be up to her." Meng Guqing introduced each other.
Shunzhi frowned and pulled Meng Guqing aside.
"I don't do things under women, since ancient times, men are dry women, dry is heaven and earth are earth, how can you let the earth be in the sky, this is against common sense" Shunzhi said angrily.
"What is the matter for heaven and earth, there is no such thinking in our time, you have to follow the customs, you know, everything is for money, you know, for money, with money, no one knows that you have done things under women when you go back to the Qing Dynasty." Meng Guqing worked hard to do ideological work, and the golden egg in his hand couldn't fly like this.
Shunzhi thought about it, as if she had a point, so he nodded a little reluctantly.
"Sister Hong, I'll hand him over to you." Meng Guqing pushed Shunzhi to Sister Hong's side.
"Don't worry, I'll take good care of him." Sister Hong said with a smile, and didn't forget to pinch Shunzhi's ass after speaking.
Shunzhi has a black line, how can the atmosphere of this era be so open, the three from the four virtues that women should have are gone, one or two are so debauched, Sister Li is like that, Sister Zhang is also like that, when she sees a good-looking man, she pounces on him like a wolf and can't wait to eat him clean, if she is in her own Qing Dynasty, such a woman who does not abide by women's morals would have been pulled to the pig cage.
Thinking that he had just promised Meng Guqing that he would endure everything for the sake of money, he forcibly endured the displeasure in his heart and followed.
Meng Guqing waved his hand and said "88" while watching them go in before leaving.
Inside 839 is deafeningly musical, dimly lit, and has a dance floor in the middle.
Most of the dancers on the dance floor were women, writhing rhythmically to the loud music.
In the middle of the dance floor, there is a raised tower, there are two steel pipes on both sides of the tower, there are two slender men on the steel pipes, tattooed with some patterns, wearing only thongs all over the body, wrapping the characteristics of the male high bulge in it, leaning on the steel pipe and dancing bewitchingly, groping with hands up and down their bodies, causing the women in the audience to scream again and again, and some even stuff the banknotes on the edge of the dancing man's thong, and do not forget to touch the bulge.
On the table next to the dance floor, there are many men and women, some are drinking and playing dice cup guessing, some are hugging each other, hands on each other's hands, most of them are young men and middle-aged women, staged extravagance in the dark.
Shunzhi hates such a place, the masculinity that men should have, the loyalty and restraint that women should have, it seems that they can't be found here, although science and technology are advancing in this era, but morality is declining.
Sister Hong led him to a private room, where there were more than a dozen young men, most of whom were of good looks and figures.
When he came in, some of the men had a look of jealousy in their eyes, just as his concubines looked when they saw other better-looking concubines.
"Fulin, you are the 23rd here, and if you call the 23rd later, it means that it is you." Sister Hong pinched his face and walked away.
Shunzhi vaguely felt that this place was not a serious place, just like the brothel of men in the Qing Dynasty, the difference was that women visited brothels here, and the services provided were male prostitutes.
The dead woman wouldn't have sold him to a brothel to be a male prostitute, and it was really possible that she would look like a miser, and leave immediately if she saw that something was wrong.
At this time, an extended Lincoln came from the 839 nightclub, and a woman about fifty years old walked down from the car.
She was followed by a woman in her thirties, who treated her with great respect, presumably as an attendant.
"Ouch, Sister Zhang, come here, we 839 shine on the wall." Early in the morning, when she got the news that Sister Zhang was coming, Sister Hong waited at the gate, and when she saw the woman getting out of the car, she hurriedly stepped forward and said.
This is a big customer, and the tip is quite a lot every time.
"Xiaohong, you guys come and go, are you all coming and going, is there anything new today?" The woman walked in directly, ignoring the two male counselors who nodded at the door and called Sister Zhang good.
"There's really a superb product today, which is guaranteed to suit your appetite." Sister Zhang said after her.
"Then call him to Emperor Yunjian." The woman named Sister Zhang walked directly to Di Yunjian.
Diyun Room is the most luxurious private room in 839, and every time she comes, she must ask for this one.
At this time, the more Shunzhi thought about it, the more wrong it became, and it was still the wonder of the thirty-six plan to go to the top plan.
As soon as he got up and wanted to leave, Sister Hong opened the door and came in, picked up Shunzhi and walked to Diyunjian.
"Fulin, it's your turn to go to the clock, this is a big customer today, with a net worth of tens of billions, a dead husband and no children, with your appearance and temperament, she will definitely be able to take a fancy to her, as long as you work hard to catch her, you will have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of your life." Sister Hong said as she pushed him into the Diyun room.
"Sister Zhang, he is the 23rd, you can see that you are satisfied." Sister Hong pulled Shunzhi to Sister Zhang's side.
Sister Zhang looked up and down, with an irrepressible look of appreciation on her face.
"I've been playing with you 839 for so many years, and it's the first time I've seen such a superb product, Xiao Chen, give me a little hard work fee Xiaohong, and then give the meeting gift No. 23."
Another entourage woman named Xiao Chen took out two wades of money from her briefcase and gave one to Sister Hong, and the other to Shunzhi.
Hearing that Sister Zhang was a good person, he instantly understood that his guess was right, this was really a brothel.
Shunzhi felt that he had been humiliated in every way, and he became a male prostitute, which made people embarrassed.
But the next moment he saw a thick pile of money, he dispelled the idea again, what a penny is hard to die heroes, in order to make more money, buy some high-tech supplies and return to the Qing Dynasty, and then let the most famous craftsmen build, under his own leadership, science and technology will definitely advance by leaps and bounds, prosperous and strong.
As the monarch of a country, it is his glorious duty to sacrifice himself and prosper the Qing Dynasty.
Just sitting, he comforted himself and said that if he spent the night with the old woman in front of him, he would rather die.
After figuring it out, he took the money and put it in his trouser pocket, and it looked like it had 10,000 yuan.
It seems that the dead woman is right, it is too easy to make money from work, and there is money to earn by sitting here, and it seems that it is not so difficult to make a living in this world.
Sister Hong, who took the money, walked out with an attendant woman named Xiao Chen.
"Number 23, what's your name?" Sister Zhang picked up the red wine glass, took a sip and asked lightly, although she liked the young man in front of her, she was not as anxious as Sister Hong and Sister Li to eat his tofu.
Shunzhi can see a kind of nobility of a superior person from the woman in front of her, which is accumulated from a position of importance all year round, she has disdained to take the initiative to possess a person, and it has always been others who please her rather than her to please others.