Chapter 20: Insulting

Zhou Yi immediately understood the benefits of things mentioned by Zhang Cheng.

At the same time, the doubts were solved. All of my colleagues owned real estate in Beijing and were very generous in spending money when they went out.

With only his monthly salary, Zhang Cheng could not even enter the Chunfeng Tower.

Pill.

Even the lowest level Jingqi Pill is worth a lot of money.

Yesterday, he walked around Beijing, and there were pharmacies selling elixirs. The quality of the elixirs was not as good as the Jingqi elixirs, but the price was only dozens of taels.

Zhang Cheng said: "I will introduce you to a businessman who specializes in buying waste pills and inferior meat. You can use it yourself, but don't sell it at will."

Zhou Yi immediately understood that this businessman must have a deep background, otherwise he would not be able to accept the business of the Ministry of Things.

"Is it okay to do this?"

They secretly resold imperial elixirs, and if the incident happened, they would probably all die.

Zhou Yi doesn't care about the elixirs, but he can't abandon the treasure land of the Demon Slayer Division. How dangerous it would be to slay the demons with his own hands!

Of course, Zhou Yi is very confident about his own strength.

Even if they can't be called invincible, they are definitely the strongest handful.

He just doesn't want to show off, or is rather stubborn, but he's not a fool.

Monsters and ghosts are not fools either. If they cannot defeat you, they will run away, fight in groups, sneak attacks, traps, poison, and curse...

There is only a thin line between life and death. It is never about strength that can dominate the world.

"It's inevitable for officials to accidentally damage demon materials when handling them. When refining elixirs in the alchemy room, it's normal to have a few waste elixirs in each furnace."

Zhang Cheng said: "We are recycling waste!"

Zhou Yi wondered: "Why not just sell it and get more salary?"

There are hundreds of officials in the Ministry of Things, and the pills distributed every month are worth tens of thousands.

Shangguan can handle it on his own and give more money to the junior officials, and he doesn't have any objection after thinking about it.

"They are given to us for disposal, but selling them for money is corruption and perversion of the law."

Zhang Cheng glanced at Zhou Yi and said with rare seriousness: "There are a lot of truths here, you are just a small shrimp and a millet, just go with the flow."

"Thank you for your advice, sir."

Zhou Yi still had doubts in his heart. Seeing that Zhang Cheng was no longer interested in talking, he immediately changed the topic.

"I received a lot of help from you in the past few days. Please accept this pill as a thank you gift."

"You're a quick learner, so you started bribing Shangguan. What I don't need most, Lao Zhang, is money."

Zhang Cheng said no, but happily took the porcelain vase, his old face full of wrinkles in smile.

"Why don't you be a grown-up? Just call me Lao Zhang from now on."

"Let's go, let's get my salary, and I'll take you to Chunfeng Tower to see a lot of things!"

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Chunfeng Tower.

The legendary brothel.

Most of men's yearning for ancient times comes from this.

Located in the most lively Yirenfang in Nancheng, there are already many customers coming in and out before nightfall.

Zhang Cheng was obviously a regular customer. As soon as he came in, he was pulled and pulled by several women and went directly to the second floor.

"The money Xiao Zhou spent will be recorded in Lao Zhang's account!"

Fortunately, Zhang Cheng had not completely forgotten the Book of Changes. Otherwise, if he ate Bawang Chicken, he would not know whether he could pay for it with meat sticks.

The Chunfeng Building is three stories high and adopts a very fashionable hollow style, very much like a modern shopping mall.

There are singing and dancing performances on the first floor, and guests can rest and sleep on the second and third floors.

Zhou Yi walked around and found nothing new except that the girl was pretty, had a good figure, and had a good temperament.

I found a deserted corner, ordered a few dishes, ordered a bottle of wine, and watched the waiters dancing on the stage.

Listening to the bragging from the guests around him, Zhou Yi probably understood the routine of Chunfeng Tower. The Qingguo who was still dancing and singing was just selling his skills and not his body.

When reputation has accumulated to a certain level, high-ranking officials and dignitaries will be invited to bid, and then it will be the turn of ordinary wealthy businessmen, and then they will become women on the second and third floors.

"Why does this process sound familiar?"

The poor people took turns performing on the stage, and some scholars composed poems on the spot, praising their appearance and expressing their admiration, which attracted waves of applause.

Just a few words came and went, like a fairy in the sky, a stunning beauty in the world, and I don't know if they were invited to increase their social status.

Until this time.

Zhou Yi couldn't wait for Zhang Cheng to come downstairs. He was worthy of being a third-level expert. He was not tired for more than three hours.

Just as he was about to get up and leave, warm cheers suddenly sounded in the hall.

"Oiran!"

"Miss Mingyue!"

"A gentleman is so kind..."

Along with the cheers, a figure descended from the sky and flew around in a circle, pulling the colorful silk that had been hung beforehand, causing even higher cheers.

"This big job... is too messy!"

Zhou Yi's eyes flashed, and the oiran dancing in the air turned out to be a white fox.

White Fox's strength is about the third level, but his illusion skills are extremely subtle. Zhou Yi didn't even see through it without using his spiritual eye skills.

After the oiran appeared, the atmosphere reached a climax. Many young men in gorgeous clothes were jealous and competed for rewards.

The flattering poems are obviously on a higher level. The poor scholar cannot compete with the children of the aristocratic family for money, so he can compete with his literary talents.

Most of what is written in the book is that the oiran admired the scholar's talent and not only stayed close to him, but also offered gold and silver to support his studies. As for things like getting named on the gold list, abandoning your wife and children, you don't have to worry about these little things.

Zhou Yi shook the wine pot, but it was empty. He was about to ask someone to bring wine.

"In front of the oiran, the young master only cares about drinking and does not understand elegance."

The voice was clear and sweet. Zhou Yi turned his head and saw a young man slowly walking over.

At this time, all the guests were full of enthusiasm and wanted to rush to the stage. They were no different from the crazy starstruck fans in their previous lives.

Zhou Yi sat alone in a corner drinking, which made him stand out.

Observing the man carefully, he was handsome and dressed elegantly, but his throat was too flat and his chest muscles were too developed.

"My name is Wang Hao, and I happen to be alone. Why don't we share a table together?"

"Brother Wang, please. I'm Zhou Yi, a rough man."

Zhou Yi suddenly understood why in ancient times, women dressed as men were blind and could not be recognized.

Who would be so stupid as to point out that a beautiful lady was drinking with you?

Wang Hao asked someone to bring two pots of wine, the best jade pot ice, and pretended to be familiar with Zhou Yi.

"The courtesan Mingyueyan is famous in Kyoto. Brother Zhou is not bewitched by her. He is a true gentleman!"

"It's nothing. I've seen it many times, so I'm immune to it."

Zhou Yi said meaningfully: "I work in the Demon Slayer Division. Those fox demons, snake spirits, white fairy ghosts are no worse than the one on the stage."

Wang Hao was surprised: "So that's how it is. He is actually a master of the Demon Slayer Division. I'm sorry!"

Unfortunately, the performance level was not up to standard. Zhou Yi slowly put away the waist card on the corner of the table to avoid Wang Hao's embarrassment.

Wang Hao glanced at the dancing courtesan and sighed: "Some people have seen many ghosts and spirits, but they are still addicted to beauty. Does Mr. Zhou have any special skills?"

Zhou Yi followed her gaze and saw that under the stage, a young man in a blue shirt with extraordinary temperament was painting in the front row.

From the perspective of those who don't understand the art of painting, the young man's painting skills can be called superb.

"Let me ask you, does the poop of this courtesan smell bad?"

"Eh?"

Wang Hao's eyes lit up, and he smiled with his orchid finger: "This courtesan probably doesn't poop, but is good at farting, and it's especially smelly!"

This is the first time I've seen a young lady dressed as a man, and she's also pretty. Zhou Yi will definitely beat the transvestite to death.

"That's it, the courtesan also farts, how can people be addicted!"

"Haha, Brother Zhou, wait a minute, I'll be back soon."

Wang Hao moved lightly among the crowd and whispered a few words to the blue-shirted youth.

The blue-shirted youth's face darkened, and when he looked at the vivid and fairy-like painting of the lady, there was no beauty at all.

"It's insulting!"