In front of Wanhua Building, the door is like a city.

Girls dressed in heavy makeup stood on the terrace on the second floor, throwing winks at passers-by, pulling down their already low necklines from time to time, and the snow-white peaks were about to come out.

Ma Ruyi's white robe is quite luxurious, and the hand-cranked folding fan, if it covers the fat face, it also has a bit of the taste of the jade tree in the wind.

And Wen Chen on the side is still dressed in gray cloth, although his appearance and temperament are covered with more than one head of Ma Ruyi, but there is still no girl who wants to look at him more.

"My son said a long time ago, when you come to this kind of place, you should change your body and appearance, so that a girl will stick it on you!" Ma Ruyi shook the fan in his hand in a preachy tone.

Wen Chen smiled and shook his head, "Didn't you say it below, coming to Wanhualou is to do business, and the girl or something is secondary." ”

"Hmph, you don't really think anyone will like those broken foot bags, do you?"

Previously, Ma Ruyi thought that Wen Chen had been a subordinate for a long time, so he finally turned around, and specially pulled himself to Wanhualou to be chic.

Until this kid took out a few pairs of soft translucent foot bags, either white or black, and said what they were called "stockings"!

After wearing it, it can raise the charm of women by three notches!

For this kind of cowhide, of course, Ma Ruyi is scoffing, women are the most attractive only when they don't wear anything!

Wen Chen smiled without saying a word, the stockings business was the first step of his "three-step business" plan, in order to find a suitable silk thread for stockings, he had rummaged in Li Youcai's warehouse for several days, and finally found a treasure called "flower silk".

The stockings made of this material are not only as flexible as the nylon silk of the previous life, but also have excellent feel and transparency.

It's just that there is no suitable model to inject soul into it, so Wen Chen paid attention to the prostitutes in Wanhualou.

Not only is there a large flow of customers here, but also the male guests who come to Wanhualou are all old embryos, all of whom belong to the accurate audience of stockings.

Dressed in red at the door, the bustard mother who was half-aged saw Ma Ruyi's figure and hurriedly pasted it up, and the two big steamed buns on her chest jumped on Ma Fat's body.

"Ma Gongzi, you haven't been here for a few days, but you want to die in the slave family!"

Ma Ruyi hugged the bustard's mother's waist with ease, pinched two handfuls on her buttocks, and nodded her chin towards Wen Chen. Haha laughed, "Today, this son specially brought this little brother to see the world, you have to serve him!" ”

When the bustard mother heard this, she looked at Wen Chen, who was dressed in shabby clothes, a trace of doubt flashed on her face.

With Ma Ruyi's character, how could he be friends with such a lowly subordinate?

But with the choice that the visitor was a guest, he respectfully welcomed the two in.

The interior of Wanhualou looks much more lively than the outside, and there is a huge round platform in the center of the hall on the first floor, on which more than a dozen scantily clad women twist their waists unbridledly with music, and from time to time they have a wave of intimate interaction with the prostitutes who have straight eyes below.

The second floor is generally a private space, and the private rooms are separated by screens, and through the wooden railing, you can see the singing and dancing performances below.

As Ma Ruyi, he was naturally invited to the cubicle with the best view on the second floor.

Ma Ruzhiwen Chen's gaze kept sweeping over the girls around him, thinking that this kid was eager to hunt for beauty, and he was all fake just now, so he couldn't help but joke, "Xiao Wen, you won't still be a chick, right?" ”

Wen Chen replied casually, "Sort of." ”

"Did you hear Xiang'er, you are going to give me Brother Wen a red envelope today!" Ma Ruyi's fat hands roamed back and forth on the bustard's mother.

Xiang'er cut off with disdain, with you coming today, not only do you not consume, but the old lady still has to take two in?

But the promise is quite refreshing.

"Ma Gongzi rest assured, the slave family will definitely let Wen Gongzi return satisfied today!"

beckoned the two to sit down, and Xiang'er went to call the girls up as instructed.

Ma Ruyi looked at the graceful back, and her eyes flashed with a strong possessiveness.

"Xiao Wen, you have a lot of ideas, give this son a trick?"

"Ma Gongzi, please speak."

"This son is more and more pleasing to the eye the more he looks at this fragrance, but this girl always hooks up with other men when this son can't see it, do you have a way to tie her up and let her serve only this son?"

Wen Chen's expression is weird, with his vicious eyes, although Na Xiang'er whitewashes her cheeks with thick makeup, her actual age is at least forty years old, to put it mildly, it is enough to be a fat man's mother!

"Does Ma Gongzi want to make a right move or a crooked move?"

"Right move!" When Ma Ruyi heard that Wen Chen had a way, he hurriedly came over.

"The right move is to marry Miss Xiang'er home and give her a name, so that with the prestige of Ma Gongzi, naturally no one dares to pay attention to Miss Xiang'er!"

Ma Ruyi slapped his thigh and sighed long, "It's not that I haven't thought about this method, but I'm dignified, how can I marry a dusty woman and go home?" It's too much of an impact on the career, it's not appropriate, it's not appropriate! ”

Wen Chen was stunned, he thought that Ma Ruyi was just acting on the spot, but he didn't expect you to come really?

He knocked on the side and asked, "Will Lingzun Lingtang agree?" ”

"Cut, my mother died early, the three-room concubine married by my son's father, two of them are prostitutes, what do they disagree with?" Ma Ruyi didn't care about the road.

The co-authorship is that the upper beam is not correct and the lower beam is crooked, no wonder.

Wen Chen laughed secretly, which explained why Ma Ruyi had a soft spot for older women......

"Then let's use crooked tricks!"

"Tell me about it!"

"Ma Gongzi only needs to tie a strand of his hair with a red rope and give it to Miss Xiang'er and let her carry it with her, so that she can effectively restrain her interactions with other male friends!"

Ma Ruyi raised her eyebrows, "What is this statement?" ”

"Fa Keyou, Western secret arts, Ma Gongzi just take it and try it!"

Ma Ruyi nodded in disbelief, a group of golden retrievers, can they still use such spells?

While talking, Xiang'er walked up from downstairs with two women, and before Wen Chen could choose, she sat in Ma Ruyi's arms and took the lead in complaining about her bitterness.

"Today, I have been stained with the light of Ma Gongzi, my business in Wanhualou is really good, and the slave family finally found two sisters, Wen Gongzi should not be disgusted!"

The corners of Wen Chen's mouth twitched, looking at the two bloated girls in front of him, who looked crooked melons and cracked dates, and was a little helpless for a while.

These two people are powerful at first glance, otherwise with their appearance, they would not be able to survive in Wanhualou at all.

If your stockings are worn on these two people, they will play a reverse propaganda role!

The fat man on the side also looked at Wen Chen gloatingly, without mentioning his injustice.

"Miss Xiang'er, can I change people?"

Xiang'er saw that Ma Ruyi was indifferent, and she also understood a little in her heart, it seems that Wen Gongzi, who is dressed as a person, is not an important person for Ma Gongzi.

So he rolled his eyes and said lightly, "Young Master Wen, it's good for you to have fun in the business of Wanhualou today, and the slave family advises you not to pick and choose." ”

"Could it be that Gongzi Wen still wants the slave family to find an Oiran to sleep with you?"

Oiran?

Wen Chen's eyes lit up, a woman with such a name in the kiln has always been a stunning beauty, and it would be great if there was an image spokesperson for Oiran as stockings!

"Yes, yes, yes! It's going to be an Oiran! ”