Murakami Kichitaro is just 40 years old, and he owns a brothel in Nagasaki City, and although his "Suhokaku" is not as famous as "Hanamakan", it is also one of the few brothels in Nagasaki City.

He opened this "Qifeng Pavilion" from scratch, and he was only 21 years old that year. Before the opening of the "Hanamakan", if you ask the people of Nagasaki which brothel is the best and most luxurious, they will inevitably recommend his "Qifeng Pavilion" in unison.

But as soon as Abe Tadashi came, the posture of spending money like dirt, the construction at any cost, and the extremely elegant layout, compared the "Qifeng Pavilion" at once.

Gradually, the Chinese inkers of Nagasaki Castle took the lead, and the shogunate officials were elegant, but everyone who had a little ink in their stomachs ran to the "Hanamakan".

In order to regain the status of the first brothel, Murakami Kichitaro didn't know how many ways to think of it, and even bought this surname at a large price - although "Murakami" and "Abe" are still a big difference, but they are still in the same running line, right?

But after all, his foundation is too thin, whether it is in terms of elegance or connections, it is still far from Abe Tadamoto, so his methods are basically useless, and he can only watch his "Qifeng Pavilion" being crushed by the "Flower Pavilion", if it weren't for those businessmen from other places, there would even be a danger that the position of the second child would not be guaranteed.

This made Murakami Kitaro very sad, and now he, if there is a glimmer of hope to overwhelm the "Hanamakan", he will not hesitate to try it, so when Chu Fan found him and proposed to try Xiancao cigarettes in order to better retain his benefactor, he agreed without thinking about it - anyway, he didn't have to spend money, why not try it?

It turned out to work wonders.

One of his old customers, a big businessman in the Mikawa area, lingered in Nagasaki all the year round because he was nostalgic for a red man in the "Qifeng Pavilion". But for some reason, this guy has no idea what to do with the crotch, and the people of "Qifeng Pavilion" have also helped him think of a lot of ways, but it has not improved, making him a big laughing stock of "Qifeng Pavilion".

Just yesterday, this guy was depressed for a while, and after smoking a few fairy grass cigarettes, he actually made a pillar of optimus! tossed all night, and until Kishitaro Murakami left, the red man couldn't get out of bed.

This incident immediately caused a sensation in the "Qifeng Pavilion", and other benefactors who had smoked the fairy grass cigarette also said that the effect after smoking was indeed as Chu Fan said, refreshing, refreshing, and feeling younger and more agile than before.

Murakami Kitaro is a cautious man, and even though his patrons praise how good the fairy grass cigarette roll is, he still doesn't dare to believe it, so he experiences it himself.

After smoking five cigarettes in the morning, Murakami Kichitaro finally understood why everyone praised it - this cigarette is indeed worthy of the name of fairy grass, after smoking, not only makes people feel that the whole body is full of vitality, the brain seems to have been washed with water, extremely clear and agile, and even the calculation of the account is a few points faster than usual.

What's even more rare is that after sucking, the mood is extremely happy, and the troubles and unhappiness that often linger in the heart seem to disappear in an instant, making people feel like they are fluttering!

And in the end, what made him make up his mind was the revitalized Sanhe merchant - the cigarettes distributed to the red man were smoked by this guy in three or two clicks, and after this guy became addicted, he rushed to his room to sprinkle it as his old customer, and it was not until Murakami put the half of the box of cigarettes that Chu Fan gave him into his hand that he left satisfied.

Great stuff! It's definitely a great thing that can sell well!

Murakami keenly sniffed out the business opportunities, if he could reach an agreement with the Shangguo Xiu before the "Flower Pavilion", not to mention only 5 taels of silver, even if he bought 10 taels of silver, I am afraid that the people who bought it would rush to it!

Not to mention that with this big killer, the business of his own "Qifeng Pavilion" will definitely be hot again - want to buy fairy grass cigarettes? Please come to "Qifeng Pavilion"!

But this has a premise, that is, the cigarettes of this Shangguo Xiucai must be bought out by himself, so after Murakami glanced at the account book, he hurried to the Fat Wind Pavilion and waited for Chu Fan to come back.

In a Japanese-style reception room in the Fat Wind Pavilion, Murakami, who had a big head, prostrated himself on the ground and said straightforwardly, "Chu Sang, according to what you said, 2 taels and 5 coins of silver for a box, I want all of them." ”

Fan Zhenglong, the interpreter with a mustache, was sick and didn't come today, so the job of translation fell to Chen Shangren, who was fluent in Japanese language.

After hearing this, the old man plucked out his ears in disbelief - this Oriental man was afraid that he had taken the wrong medicine in the morning, right?

"What did you say?" He asked incredulously, for fear that he had just heard something wrong.

"Cigarette rolls, fairy grass cigarette rolls, please sell them all to me, please." Murakami raised his head and looked directly at Chen Shangren with blazing eyes.

"2 taels 5 money! Are you sure? Chen Shangren said 2 taels and 5 yuan very loudly, as if to remind Murakami that this is not a small amount.

"Hay!" Murakami leaned down deeply again, without hesitation.

After the old man confirmed, he turned his face and translated the conversation just now to Chu Fan, who was in the presence of God, and his old face was wonderful, with both an unbelievable expression, an ecstatic feeling that he was about to make a fortune, and a chagrin at disdainful of the past.

Until this morning, the old man stubbornly thought that Chu Fan was serious about cooperating with the brothel shopkeepers, but it was just a struggle for young people who couldn't wipe their face and didn't want to admit their failures.

The old man didn't want to waste time, so he wanted to tell Chu Fan to deal with these useless burdens as soon as possible - anyway, they still had a bunch of gold and jewelry, how could they sell them for seventy or eighty thousand taels of silver.

But he never expected that it was only the fifth day, and a brothel owner would really take the initiative to come to the door! He also said that he would eat all the cigarette rolls! The most important thing is that you don't even talk about the price!

He couldn't help but recall what Chu Fan said to him when he was still in Wanzikou Village: "As soon as this thing arrives in Dongying, it will be all the rage, and each one can be sold for 1 cent of silver, and it is still in short supply!" ”

At that time, he thought that it was just a young man's words, but now Chu Fan has really done it! Someone really rushed to grab it!

Looking at Chu Fan who was not shocked in front of him, looking at the faint smile on his face, and looking at his expression in his chest, Chen Shangren was simply admired to the point of throwing his body to the ground.

How the hell did he do it? How can you make the penniless tobacco instantly more valuable than gold?

Chu Fan's heart was as calm as water at the moment, such a scene had long been expected by him, and he said to Chen Shangren lightly.

"Tell him he can't finish my food."