Jiangshan Beauty Building is no longer just a simple cash cow for Fa Yanbo, but a dedicated organization for collecting intelligence, and even doing intelligence trading, of course, what information to sell and who to sell it to, he still has to personally approve and review. All kinds of letters are piled up on the small coffee table into a hill, the young man in plain clothes has leaned against the soft couch by the window, the collar is slightly opened because of some heat, revealing the delicate and small collarbone inside, the phoenix eyes are half-drooping, the long eyelashes reflect a slightly curly shadow on the face, the nose bridge is tall and thin, the lips are slightly hooked, and a pair of brown pupils on the smiling face are full of calculation and shrewdness, like a fox, and the appearance is good, and the white clothes on his body make him look like an immortal who is not stained with dust.

This year's Oiran boy Mo Sang sat under the head of the cup to make tea, slender jade hands skillfully boiled water, shabu cup, a conversation asked for a few thousand taels of Oiran boy is now low eyebrows, not flattering and not enchanting, rules and strict to make this cup of tea, from time to time to raise eyes to peek at the people on the soft couch. That's the boss he respects the most, and even secretly has a crush on in his heart.

Mo Sanban was originally a small Si of a large family, because he was too handsome, he not only served the master's daily life, but was often asked to warm the bed. The old man married late, and the lady was jealous, and the original concubines in the house were picked up and sold by the lady, and the lady was the only one left in the backyard, and then pointed the finger at him, hating his male body and daring to rob the master's heart, and found a bad reason to sell him into the inferior small house. He thought that his life was going to be over like this, and after spending half a year in the small house, Mo Sang was tossed to the point that he was full of injuries, and the old bustard planned to sell him to the bad old man, who had a very bad reputation, and had heard that his special habit was to abuse people to death in bed, and no one could come out alive as soon as the prostitute entered his house. Mo Sang tried to resist and escape, but the old bustard pinched his deed of sale, and someone broke his leg, and he couldn't run away because he was sick and injured, and at this time, when he thought his life was about to end, it was the boss who rescued him from the inferior small restaurant, helped him connect the broken leg bone, and let him see a doctor, take medicine, and treat him.

Mo Sang regained his life in the beauty building, the boss once asked him if he could work again, Mo Sang agreed without hesitation, for him, the boss who saved him from the sea of suffering was his God. He used his social skills to climb up, served two consecutive Oiran, and after the boss talked to him, he let him serve as the big shopkeeper of the Jiangshan Beauty Building, and even handed him full responsibility for the purchase and sale of news, and trusted him very much.

"These people in Beijing are really capable of being demons..."

After reading the letter, Fa Yanbo lazily threw it on the small coffee table. The old emperor is a blind man, he gave birth to a group of stupid sons, and a few of them are smart, the three princes and the five princes who are the most active in the court, one is colluding with foreign countries and is about to move, and the other is colluding with his prime minister to poison him so that he can take the throne, and he doesn't like it when he looks the most honest and really worries about the country and the people and has political ideals.

"I heard that the emperor has been in poor health recently, so those few have already started to plan."

He lowered his head and lowered his eyes to make tea, made a good cup, respectfully held the cup of tea and presented it to Fa Yanben, and peeked at him several times with affection.

Muscles are like snow, face is like flowers, eyebrows fly obliquely into the temples, thin lips are pursed, and a smile is beautiful, the boss is really good-looking, even better than him, the Oiran of the Qinglou. A while ago, Qingjiang always followed Fa Yanbo everywhere, so Mo Sang knew that there was a very favorite personal Xiao Si next to the boss, and he also inadvertently saw Qingjiang straddle the boss affectionately. The boss can accept men, Moissans was very ecstatic, he explicitly hinted that he was willing to lie down, but the boss was unwilling to accept him for some reason, and he had to retreat to the position of his subordinates.

"It's also a good thing to have a plan, so it saves me from being bored." Taking a sip of tea, Fa Yan Bo raised his red lips, "Who plots whom, it's not necessarily..."

Almost being hit by his own boss, Mo Sang lowered his eyes again, "Boss, you smile like a fox..."

"I'm not such a good animal!" Fa Yan Bo laughed, "I have been told to do what I told you to do, right?" ”

"You said you want your guests to sign a pact of love? Some. ”

In order to meet the needs of the future situation, Jiangshan Beauty House requires the prostitutes to let the guests sign a true love contract, which is not a real contract, just a "proof of love". When the love is at its strongest, the prostitutes will ask the guests if they love themselves and love, so they ask them to write down the certificate in black and white, sign and seal and add their handprints. Where does the joy come from?

Most of the prostitutes find it sensational, but in doing so, their performance can go up, and there are many more repeat customers, because they still obediently carry out their orders even though they are inexplicable.

"Very good, especially the sons of those families I told before, they must get the contract." Prostitutes can't see the way out, but when necessary, these contracts are important evidence! And the stamped signature on it is an indispensable thing for imitation handwriting.

Mo Sang nodded, and then remembered one more thing, "You asked me to pay attention to the situation in the Yu family earlier... The Yu family has been quite lively recently. ”

"Oh?" Feng Yan looked over with a smile, he remembered that the money he left behind could probably last for about a year, wasn't it only about half a year, could it be spent so quickly?

"The Yu family, I feel like I'm about to run out." Mo Sang was still unhurriedly brewing the second pot of tea, "Young Master Mingyuan is a frequent visitor to our place, often ordering Sister Lan's cards, and he is very generous, and it is common to spend a lot of money and often on credit. The steward's sue went to Jing Zhaoyin, and each of the credit bills had the signature of Young Master Yu, and Sister Lan and the regular customers testified that he couldn't deny it at all, so Lord Jing Zhaoyin ruled that the Yu family lost the lawsuit, and Steward Chen took five thousand taels of silver from his house and came back, and the next day, the news of the suicide of the old lady of the Yu family came out. ”

"Why did her grandson commit suicide?" This old witch has a weird head...

"The old lady said that everything is the fault of Master Yu, if it weren't for his spoiled concubine and wife and locked up the Qiu family and couldn't raise his son, Yu Mingyuan would not lack someone to discipline him today, and said that there was a shortage of money and silver in the family for five thousand taels of silver, and several aunts stepped forward to force her to give the moon silver, and at this moment Master Yu also took the concubine to Jiangnan to have a good time, regardless of the family's expenses and her mother's life or death, the aunts were in a hurry, she might as well die and eat alone, so that everyone can get more money."

"Did she die?" Fa Yan asked with a gloomy face, if your mother is so good, he can still lie down and shoot if he is hiding so far.