Red Heart Survey

"Everyone who comes here says they are not looking for girls." The eunuch named 'Lao Quan' happily welcomed the young man who came to the door.

"We are all scholars, and we are all collecting folk songs. I understand it all!"

Running a brothel with booming business and doing the job of welcoming and seeing off customers, flattering the powerful and bullying the weak is not a moral dilemma, but a professional choice - personal energy is limited, and so are resources for entertaining guests. You must know how to quickly screen worthy customers and offer them utmost enthusiasm.

Lao Quan is a leader in the industry and has long understood that "it's okay to praise too much, but you must be cautious when you criticize others." He always smiles at everyone he meets, wishing that "his clothes could be a foot towel and his body could be a horse resting stool."

Of course, that doesn’t mean we will let beggars in.

The young man who came today looked a little simple, but he was by no means an ordinary person.

The best fabrics still retain their restrained style after being weathered by wind and rain.

He is not a sharp person and his facial features are not superior, but he has a calmness that comes from within.

The young man, who was not dressed decently, stood in an extremely luxurious place of entertainment, but he did not feel awkward at all.

This is not because young people are ignorant of the immensity of the world, but because they have developed a huge sense of security since childhood!

Simply put - this guy has a background.

Lao Quan was sure of his sharp eyes, so he smiled extra attentively and used his silk sleeves to wipe the dust off the young man's body, not caring how expensive his new clothes were.

"Sir, please come this way. I will arrange it for you..." He said as he went to take the long object wrapped in rags from the boy's back. It was obviously in the shape of a sword. According to the storytelling routine, this simple cover must be a sword of unparalleled sharpness.

So his hands also showed great respect for the dirty rag and welcomed it with a holding gesture.

The young man held him down with his hand: "Uncle, I can carry it myself."

For a moment, Lao Quan was stunned.

He has worked in the building for so many years and has seen it become more and more lively, but this is the first time someone has called him "Uncle".

The State of Song was a Confucian country that valued elegance.

Baihua Street is the most romantic street in Shangqiu City, and Sanfenxiang Tower is the most romantic street here.

People who come here are not short of money, and naturally there are some who are well-educated, polite and kind.

But he also understood that kind of politeness. It was condescending, it was the compassion of a noble young man or a great writer, it was the occasional overflow of sympathy after the spring flowers and autumn moon.

The young man in front of him treated me with equality and naturalness, like a greeting between neighbors, with a sense of self-esteem as a peasant.

Of course, Lao Quan's stunned expression was not because he was touched. If a pimp who hangs around in brothels was touched by this little bit of respect, he would be too naive. He was doubting, doubting his earlier judgment... Did he really welcome a poor guy in?

This uncle sounded so natural.

How can a gentleman, who was born above men, look up at the sky with the mud spots on his boots?

"I understand, I understand." Lao Quan was still leading the way, still enthusiastic. Even though he was a little uncertain... he couldn't burn the incense and offend the Buddha.

"A swordsman's sword must never be touched by others. That would destroy the wonderful state of harmony between man and nature."

He used words that he himself did not understand, showing a kind of clumsiness of wanting to flatter but not really understanding, trying to make the guest feel more superior: "Come, come this way, what kind of style do you want to collect today, sir?"

"There are the Pipa, the Jade Crossing Spring Ridge, the Deep Spring in the Empty Valley, and the Cherry Blossoms in the Water..." Lao Quan recounted his treasures, and he was quite pleased with himself: "They are all the best scenery in Shangqiu City."

Looking at this face that was smiling like an old chrysanthemum, Chu Yao didn't know what he understood. But he knew that he was not here to collect folk songs, so he shook his hand and said, "Uncle, I won't look at the scenery anymore. I'm here to find someone."

Lao Quan's smile suddenly became much more natural, as this was a familiar scene.

He squatted there and took naps every day, doing nothing serious, but his fur became more and more shiny and smooth.

Later, he brought Dahuang to the building to guard the house. It was good for Guigong to have a guard dog as a companion.

Dahuang is spiritual, and he always feels that Dahuang can understand what he says.

He is a man who welcomes people and smiles at everyone, but he is also sad and miserable, with a lot of pain that he can't express. Sometimes he would talk to Da Huang behind closed doors, and Da Huang's eyes would be wide open.

He always felt that Dahuang understood him.

Last month, a thug kept in the building clamored to stew rhubarb and eat the meat.

For the first time in his life, he blushed in front of someone.

In the end, it was Miss Qiongzhi who spoke up, and no one dared to think of going after Dahuang again.

Miss Qiongzhi is beautiful and kind-hearted. She looks a little cold, but she is very soft-hearted.

"This old dog also knows how to welcome a noble person!" Lao Quan grinned with his leaky teeth: "Your noble aura reaches the sky, which is invisible to the naked eye, but the dog is very sensitive."

The tooth was knocked out by that burly thug with a scar on his face. It doesn't hurt, but the air leakage is a bit troublesome.

But recently, customers would laugh a few times because of the leaky tooth, which is considered a very good thing.

"Uncle, please don't embarrass me. If there is something that really goes straight to my head, it must be my poverty." Chu Yao smiled simply.

He indeed had no shortage of money to spend. Although his master did not give him much money, Uncle Bai and Aunt Yuchan would give him a lot of money when he went out, and Junior Aunt would also give him pocket money on a regular basis.

But he will always remember the days when his mother was covered in dust and dirt while working in the brick kiln.

The book says "Every meal should be appreciated as it is not easy to come by". Having followed people picking up broken tiles since he was a child, he has seen the process of sweat dripping into the bowl and turning into white rice.

He didn't pay too much attention to a dog. Before coming here, he had carefully investigated the military strength of this brothel, and had a basic understanding of the support speed of the extraordinary power of Sanfenxiang Building and the response speed of Baihua Street Military Administration.

While looking at the old yellow dog, he carefully investigated the extraordinary aura and guard layout of the brothel. He believed that he was 80% sure that even if he encountered the worst result and had to resort to force, he could solve the matter properly.

"Don't arrange a room for me, uncle. Just take me to find someone." He looked like an honest child, and spoke in a dutiful manner.

Lao Quan didn't think there was anything wrong.

Many distinguished guests do not like to collect folk songs in the building. Going out to drive in the mountains and forests, or go boating on the long river, that is the real elegance.

"Who are you looking for?" he asked.

He knew the girls upstairs and downstairs, what they looked like, and what their specialties were. If the guest's familiar scenery was inconvenient, he would quickly arrange a better one of the same type.

"I'm looking for Xiao Cui." said the boy.

"What?" Lao Quan didn't understand. How could such a rustic name come from Sanfenxianglou?

"One hundred and fifty miles west of Shangqiu, she is from Laozhang Village, Dafeng Township, Heyang Town. She is six years old this year. When she left the village, she was wearing a flowery jacket and a braided pigtail. She has a small round face and loves to laugh. There is a black mole on the left end of her eyebrow, and when she laughs, she has two dimples..."

Chu Yao finished telling the girl's situation seriously, looked at Lao Quan and said, "Uncle, please take me to find her."

Lao Quan had already made a silent gesture with his hands behind his back, frowning, "I don't understand. How come this Xiao Cui you're talking about is here with us?"

"I'm sorry, uncle. I didn't explain it clearly." Chu Yao noticed his actions, but he just apologized and explained honestly: "Xiao Cui lost her mother when she was just born. Her father also passed away when she was three years old. When they went hunting in the mountains, they were chased by a blind bear... Xiao Cui was raised by her grandmother. She also has an uncle who is a gambler. His wife ran away and his children were lost. He is idle all day long. When he has no money, he eats at my mother's house. Last month, a broker went to Laozhang Village, and her uncle secretly sold her and used the money to gamble. I found out...she was sold here."

"Young man." Lao Quan was no longer smiling. Facts had proved that the business he had imagined did not exist, and the people he invited in were poor and naive.

The little kindness he had left made him say, "If you don't like collecting folk songs, why don't you go home."

Chu Yao is not a boy with fair skin, but he is not as dark as he was when he was a child. I don't know why he looks like this, but his face is a little burnt yellow, which makes him look more mature than his actual age.

He had a pair of narrow eyes that should have looked cunning, but now he opened them seriously, revealing a sense of naivety and sincerity: "I said I'm not here to collect folk songs, I'm here to look for someone."

He took out a purse and said, "You spent five taels of silver to buy Xiao Cui, and I will buy her back for you with twelve taels. You won't suffer any loss."

"What to eat? What to eat? You're making me hungry!"

The thug "Lao Dao" from Sanfenxianglou strode over, snatched the money bag from the boy, weighed it in his hand, and pointed at Chu Yao: "Get lost."

He was half a head taller than the boy.

The boy looked up at him and said, "You accepted my money, which means you accepted the deal. Please call Xiao Cui over. I want to take her away."

"Lao Dao" had a huge scar on his face, from his forehead to his left cheek, which he boasted about every day. But as soon as his eyes were fixed, he became fierce: "Did you not understand what I said?"

"Forget it, forget it. Just let him go, he's just an ignorant country boy." Lao Quan somehow kept thinking of the word 'uncle', and after thinking about it he decided to come up and give him some advice.

Lao Dao slapped him to the ground with one slap: "Count it, count it, you are nothing but an egg!"

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Some time ago, he just wanted to taste the fragrant meat, but this old man dared to talk back to him, so they had an argument and smashed one of the old man's teeth. He was really soft-hearted! As a result, this old bastard even complained about it in front of Miss Qiongzhi... He thought he, Lao Dao, didn't know and was playing him like a fool!

He wanted to be a good person here today, but when things got out of hand, Miss Qiongzhi blamed him again. How could he be so bad, this old rabbit!

But Lao Quan fell under the slap, and the bumpkin who came from some unknown village was still standing in front of him.

"I understand what you said, I can go. But you have to call Xiao Cui over before I can go." The young man was very stubborn: "You have already received the money."

"Are you leaving or not?" Lao Dao grinned and put his hand on the handle of the knife.

Chu Yao looked at him calmly: "Hand over the person and I will leave."

"Old Knife, if you don't want to die, then retreat." Cheng Jiliang, a white-faced and beardless Shangqiu incense envoy, leaned on the railing and looked down: "The one in front of you is a martial artist."

The Sanfenxiang Building couldn't have every branch building have a divine monk in charge, so the one in Jidu City was the best. But Cheng Jiliang's cultivation in the outer building realm was still able to control the affairs of Baihua Street.

"Are you a stick fighter?" Lao Dao glanced at the long weapon on the boy's back and said indifferently: "I am also a martial artist."

"He is a monk." Cheng Jiliang said with a laugh.

Lao Dao didn't say anything, but he didn't back down either.

Because Boss Cheng is also a cultivator, a very powerful cultivator.

Dragons always fight dragons, rats fight rats. He is a ruthless fighter among mortals, while Boss Cheng is a strong man among extraordinary cultivators.

The distance between him and the monks is insurmountable, but he will not be asked to take on troubles of this level.

"Boy, where are you from?" Cheng Jiliang asked condescendingly.

"Laozhang Village, Dafeng Township, Heyang Town." said Chu Yao.

"Go back." Cheng Jiliang waved his hand: "Sanfenxianglou is indeed a place to teach boys to become men, but not in the way you want now."

At this time, many guests had gathered in the front hall to watch, and most of them laughed.

Cheng Jiliang also laughed: "I'm not a good person, but I'm doing legitimate business. Sanfenxianglou is a happy place. I still hope you can have fun here instead of suffering."

He scratched his ears and said, "Young man, go back now. I will think you just took a wrong turn."

"Cheng Fengxiang Envoy!" Chu Yao said, "Laozhang Village is a very small village. There is an old camphor tree in the village. When the weather is good, the children play under the old camphor tree. Xiao Cui lost her mother when she was just born, and her father also passed away when she was three years old. It was her grandmother who raised her... Her grandmother has cried herself blind."

Cheng Jiliang listened to him patiently for a long time, but when he heard about Xiao Cui's grandmother, he finally lost his patience: "Talking about her mother, her father, her grandmother, what do you want to do by saying so much?"

"I want you to know that she is very pitiful." said Chu Yao.

"Then what?"

"Then can you let her go home and accept the money from me?"

There is something in the eyes of a young man that is hard to tell whether it is innocence or clumsiness.

It makes people want to laugh, but they can't quite laugh.

"You know we bought the person from the broker legally and in compliance with regulations, and we didn't spend a penny less," said Cheng Jiliang.

"I know." Chu Yao said.

"You know that when we opened our doors to do business, we never cheated, and we always won customers with honest service."

"I know."

"Then what's your reason for coming here to ask for someone?" Cheng Jiliang asked.

There should be no human teeth in the world. This is Chu Yao’s idea.

But human teeth are ubiquitous.

He knew that his ideas were not the laws of this country. The world is vast, and every place has its own order.

He didn't understand many things, just as many people didn't understand him.

The master told him to watch more.

He has carefully learned about Laozhang Village, Dafeng Township, and Heyang Town. Now he is learning about Shangqiu City.

He doesn't have any particularly amazing wisdom, he just has a pair of eyes that look at the world seriously.

Of course there is also the sword he carries on his back.

Master said: "You must always remember the spring of your life when the grass grows and the birds fly, and remember your youth. A man's true honor comes from protecting beautiful things."

He carried the sword on his back, and he thought that now was his youth.

Xiao Cui's grandmother's love for Xiao Cui is the most beautiful thing in the world.

So he made his point very clearly, using the Shangqiu City way: "Xiao Cui's uncle never raised Xiao Cui for a day, so he has no right to sell Xiao Cui. So the deal between the trafficker and him should not be established. Xiao Cui's grandmother asked me to take her granddaughter back. I got her authorization and have the right to take Xiao Cui away."

He said all this seriously, telling all the bystanders his reasons.

Cheng Jiliang laughed out loud.

Chu Yao didn't know what he was laughing at.

After a long laugh, Cheng Jiliang said, "What you said has nothing to do with us. If there is a problem with the transaction with the human traffickers, go find them."

"It has something to do with you." The young man said seriously.

He half-knelt on the ground and took out a mahogany box from the storage box in his arms.

When the mahogany box was opened, a frozen human head was found inside.

The ice is very thin and transparent, so the expressions on the heads are very clear.

The onlookers all dispersed.

"I have reasoned with the people who bought Xiaocui, and they admitted that the transaction in Laozhang Village was not in compliance with regulations. This head is the price they paid for their mistake."

The young man spoke slowly, and took out a contract from the interlayer of the wooden box. He held it with both hands and handed it forward politely: "They shouldn't send a child with an irregular background to you. According to the contract, after compensating your losses, I can take the child away."