Fenglaiyi, the location of the Twin Cities is famous.

Throughout the world, more people know this world-famous twin city not because of Zhang Xun, but because of Feng Laiyi.

Feng Laiyi's name comes from "Shangshu Yiji": Xiao Shao Jiucheng, Fenghuang Laiyi.

This Fenglaiyi is located in the most prosperous neighborhood of the Twin Cities. Wanchun Pavilion on the same opposite door, Xiaoxiang Garden on the left, happy forest behind, and called the four famous buildings of the Twin Cities of "Zhumen in the south, looking at ** in the north".

And this Feng Laiyi is the first of the four famous buildings, and it is naturally famous far and wide, and the fragrance floats overseas.

Ordinary people naturally don't know so much, but there are no politicians from all over the world who don't know about this phoenix. Even Zhang Xun, the king of the Northeast with a group of wives and concubines, is said to be a frequent visitor to Feng Laiyi.

Three thousand beauties, more than 100 oirans, let the green lantern ancient Buddha for most of his life monks, but also afraid of the end of the festival. Duyun Hongchen is lost, and he doesn't know the way here, and he thinks about life and death so much, and he is as empty as a dream.

Feng Laiyi is undoubtedly a symbol of the Twin Cities' extreme desire for poverty, luxury, flowers, wine, wine, lust, dogs and horses, and paper and gold fans. Whenever night falls, the high-end cars roaring with engines will send the God of Wealth and those squandering children to this fairyland that is suspected to be heaven but earth.

Inside the vermilion lacquer gate, in front of the attic window, there are young women with scantily dressed clothes and heavy makeup, bustling in and out.

In the boiling steam, in the foul rust smell, the constantly flashing neon lights make these vulgar powders also look radiant.

Here are the most extravagant depravity and the most decadent desires.

At this time, when Frankimir and Kafka saw Feng Laiyi, it was past three o'clock in the night.

The neon lights of Fenglaiyi and many surrounding entertainment venues have gradually dimmed. The beauties who were still pacing around just now, busy soliciting guests, gradually disappeared.

At this moment, there are no more high-end cars to send the God of Wealth here. One by one, the drunken figures staggered out of the unattainable Danzhu gate like a ghost.

The people who came here to look for flowers and willows, ** people who had fun are now either leaving in a hurry, or they are already exhausted and drowsy.

This made Kafka feel a lot more relieved, he didn't like the hustle and bustle of people, especially when coming to this kind of place, it was not good to show off the market, and it was better to keep a low profile.

The façade of Feng Laiyi is a typical three-storey, Chinese-style classical pavilion.

This pavilion is covered in vermilion lacquer, and a large red lantern hangs under the eaves. Because it was late at night, only the red lantern under the eaves and the neon sign Feng Laiyi were still on, and all other colored lights had been extinguished, which made Feng Laiyi look a little bleak. If all these decorative lamps are lit, then this place must be extraordinarily gorgeous.

It's a pity that Kafka and Frankimir came too late and missed the bustling scenery of the lights, wine, paper, and gold.

I saw that Feng Laiyi's gate was hidden, and there were two strangely dressed little guys standing at the door, who were leaning on the door beam and napping. At this time, except for people who don't want to be seen, they always leave quietly, and there are usually no more guests. Therefore, the two young guys also relaxed and fell asleep.

The woman didn't pay any attention to the two lazy boys, but just kicked them in the ass. immediately pushed open the door of Feng Laiyi, hooked up and hooked Kafka and Frank Mire, and coaxed and dragged them into Feng Laiyi.

The interior of Feng Laiyi is completely different from the façade, which does not look like an elegant Chinese pavilion, but more like an abandoned German Krupp arsenal.

Kafka and Frankimir were right, this place used to be an arsenal.

From the forced opening of the Great Qing Dynasty to the establishment of the German-Japanese axis, the Chinese have always been obsessed with German-style equipment, whether it is the Qing Dynasty, the Beiyang warlords, or the Republic of China government.

Zhang Xun, who was born as a Beiyang warlord, is naturally the same. After he came to the Twin Cities to take root, he began to build various armament factories to expand his military power.

These arsenals, without exception, are modeled after the German arsenals, with the passage of time, military weapons are constantly updated, and the old arsenals are naturally unable to adapt to the requirements of new weapons and equipment.

Especially after the outbreak of World War II, the construction of a new arsenal became the only way to develop armaments. But the demolition of the old arsenal is not a worry-free matter. It is better to demolish the old and build the new on the original site, but it is better to choose another place and build a new factory to save trouble. Especially for those special instruments, the dismantling and destruction are painstaking and expensive.

Everything in front of him made Frankimir seem to see it again, the bar in the sewer where Elena was, and he couldn't help but hesitate a little in his heart, and at this moment he really wished to see Elena.

At this moment, Frankimir saw the back of a bewitching woman sitting in front of a stage made of various metals, at a boxy wooden table, in the rusty courtyard.

There was no light on the wooden table, only a faint glimmer of light in the red lantern on the aisle, which dimly outlined the woman's graceful figure, making the woman look even more ghostly and enchanting.

The woman who hooked up with Kafka, when she saw Frankimir's eyes straight, immediately knew that there was a door to this. Although she always hooked up with Kafka, her eyes never left Franky Mill.

It's really rare to see such a handsome man. Especially in this Twin City, where the pollution is serious, the sanitary conditions are extremely poor, the smell is dirty everywhere, and there are tuberculosis patients everywhere, where to find such a standard man, let alone to collect his money, even if it is to post a few people out, it can be considered.

It's just that she knows very well that Kafka, a fat pig, is a rich man, and she must not let him go. Whoever can get the gold is the lord of the city, who is either rich or noble. In addition, he is so generous, he gives someone a golden pen when he makes a move, and he has a fat head and big ears, if you want to say that he is not a rich man, only a ghost will believe such words.

No matter what, she can't let go of this mouthful of fat. Nature must not be given to others, and in the end there is no joy and nothing to be gained. That's why Kafka hooked up so tightly, for fear of being blown away by the wind.

"Hey! Dead girl, where did you run to my mother tonight, do you know how many people there are, and they are named and designated to look for you? You can make my wife lose a lot of money! A shrill voice suddenly screamed.

The three of them looked back, and it turned out to be a woman in a black ** leather skirt, the woman was standing in front of the counter, holding an abacus in one hand and an account book in the other, as if she was calculating how much she had earned today.

The woman walked out of the counter, she was the mother of this Fenglaiyi, Sang, and the girls would always call her "Sister Yao", this "Yao" is "kiln", which means Sister Yao.

She walked up and down at the three of them, looking Kafka and Frankimir up and down. In her opinion, this Frankimir may be the little minister in some store, and the Kafka, who has three scars on his face, should be Frankymir's entourage.

In the past few years, these little men who look like dogs have always relied on a few yellow-faced women to support their waists, and everywhere they go are a stinky shelf on the top, and their buttocks are still blowing the wind, so they dare to use their entourage.

It seems that there is really such a shameless person who asks for money and is willing to be an entourage to Xiao Xianggong, it is really the face of the eighteenth generation of the ancestors, and he has lost it all.

Sister Yao was about to scold Frankimir and Kafka, who let them ** the girl in her own shop, causing her to make so much less money tonight. But who would have thought that this was Sister Yao, as soon as she opened her mouth, a golden ingot appeared in front of her eyes, making her gloomy face instantly smile.