novelSusiti Chapter 99 It's hard not to be targeted, but what can you do about it?
Chapter 99 It's hard not to be targeted, but what can you do about it?
Chapter 99 It's hard not to be targeted, but what can you do about it?
After finishing his meal, Lin Zhou didn't linger and headed straight for the nearest brothel.
"Hey, don't stop me, let's get down to business."
Just like before, he was stopped by the burly Jin man as he was about to enter. But this time, he wasn't there for pleasure; he was there to do serious business.
"Alright, I don't have time to waste with you guys." Lin Zhou waved to them, "You two come with me."
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The two burly men exchanged a glance, then followed Lin Zhou inside without saying another word.
As soon as he went in, the madam immediately came out to greet him. This nearly four-thousand-year-old madam swayed her fat buttocks as she walked up to Lin Zhou: "Sir, we haven't even started yet. If you're in a hurry, how about I find a few girls to keep you company for a drink?"
"We've booked the entire venue!"
Lin Zhou pulled out 10,000 strings of cash from his pocket: "What's your daily turnover?"
When the mother saw the money, her eyes widened: "Sir—you—we make forty or fifty thousand strings of cash a day, what are you planning to do?"
"I don't want courtesans, I don't want women who do sex work. Just bring all the best dancers and instrumentalists. I'll hire them for three days. Is that enough?"
Lin Zhou spoke very frankly, saying that if you have money, you can spend it like crazy, since it's his, Master Qin's, money that you're spending, so he doesn't care at all.
"Then—how about I provide you with thirty people?"
"Fifty."
The mother paused for a moment, then glanced at the money on the table, gritted her teeth, and stamped her foot: "Fine, I'll go and call my sister for you right now."
She strode upstairs, calling out as she went, "Daughters, get up and greet our distinguished guests! Those whose names start with 'Lan', 'Cai', and 'Ying', come out, come out!"
Soon, forty or fifty girls were gathered in front of Lin Zhou. Lin Zhou had learned from Brother Ying that the girls who actually worked in this line of work were not as glamorous as described in books. Because they had to take lead and mercury to prevent themselves from getting pregnant, these girls had an average lifespan of less than twenty-five years.
Reaching the age of thirty is extremely rare, because the heavy metals accumulate to a certain level, and once the disease develops, even a celestial being cannot save them.
Therefore, they replaced their stock very quickly, and their main means of replenishment were selling their children to poor families or confiscating the property and exiling the rich.
So when Lin Zhou saw these girls, whose average age was only sixteen or seventeen, he felt somewhat uncomfortable, but he really didn't have a better solution at the moment; his abilities were limited. Therefore—
Let's just sigh.
"Alright, enough talk." Lin Zhou slammed his money on the table. "You're all good singers and dancers, right? Come with me."
The madam quickly stepped forward and grabbed Lin Zhou's sleeve: "Sir, where are we going?"
"It's just going to dance somewhere not far away for three days, what's wrong with that?"
"Dancing? You spent ten thousand coins just to dance?"
"Stop talking nonsense. I paid for it. I'll just send it back to you in its entirety. If you keep talking nonsense, I'll drag you out to entertain the troops."
Upon hearing the word "troop delivery," the madam was somewhat alarmed. After all, if that thing really went, even Optimus Prime would tremble; for mortals, it would almost certainly be a one-way trip.
"Alright, sir, go easy on them. The girls are delicate, and it would be difficult to explain if you damaged them."
"Don't worry, how bad could dancing possibly cause?"
Lin Zhou was too lazy to waste any more words with her, so he led the group of younger sisters back in a grand procession, and this large group of younger sisters quickly attracted the attention of a large crowd.
Back at the shop entrance, Lin Zhou turned on the music, picked a seductive tune, and pointed to the loudspeaker, saying to the group of girls, "Come on, whoever wants to choreograph a dance, dance in unison, there'll be a reward for a good performance."
The girls naturally dared not slack off. Although they didn't know what the old man wanted to do, he had already spoken, so they just did it.
A large group of beautiful girls practicing dance here naturally attracted a crowd of onlookers, who wanted to see both the spectacle and the pretty girls. Who would pass up such a free opportunity?
Meanwhile, someone who really looked like a secret agent quietly switched shifts with someone else, and after leaving, this person went straight into the Prime Minister's residence.
"My lord, that man has been drinking and wandering the streets every day for the past few days, getting entangled with women. Today, he even brought forty or fifty courtesans to his place to dance and make merry."
Qin Hui, who was sitting there drinking porridge, looked up: "Hmm? Forty or fifty people?"
"That's right, the deposit should be around ten thousand strings of cash."
Qin Hui gasped, "You're quite the player. You may leave now."
After his men left, Qin Hui silently lowered his eyelids and continued drinking his calming soup. The person standing next to him was not Cao Wenda, but another person. This person had a pointed mouth and monkey-like face. Although he was not very presentable, his eyes were extremely bright, and he looked like a shrewd person.
After the messenger left, he stepped forward and said, "Prime Minister, it seems that Cao Wenda's words were true. This man is indeed a greedy and lustful fellow. He certainly has a large appetite, with forty or fifty women."
Qin Hui lowered his eyelids: "I don't know why, but I always feel that there's something wrong with this person."
After speaking, he picked up the gift Lin Zhou had prepared for him and examined it closely. It was a set of elegant stationery, complete with brushes, ink, and inkstones, in a wide variety of styles. It didn't look particularly outstanding, as it was all made of porcelain. But who was Qin Hui? While he might not be considered an expert in every art form, he certainly had a broad range of knowledge.
The quality of this set of porcelain is extraordinary; it is certainly not something that Jingdezhen could produce at present. While he was delighted by its exquisite craftsmanship, he also felt a vague sense of unease.
As for why he didn't let Cao Wenda monitor Lin Zhou, the reason is quite simple: Cao Wenda is greedy, and Lin Zhou is generous, so Qin Hui naturally wouldn't put all his eggs in one pot.
The man in front of him was Cao Wenda's old rival. The two had been Qin Hui's retainers for over a decade, and it was common for them to dislike each other. Therefore, Qin Hui chose him to be the one to keep watch.
But who could have imagined that his feedback was exactly the same as Cao Wenda's? All signs pointed to that guy being a hopeless, good-for-nothing.
The more this happened, the more uneasy Qin Hui became. Although there was nothing wrong with anything, the feeling made him very uncomfortable.
"Perhaps I'm overthinking it." Qin Hui rubbed his forehead. "These days, not only have people wanted me dead, but I've also been having nightmares every time I close my eyes at night."
"Prime Minister, you are burdened by the affairs of the state. But rest assured, Your Majesty, I will eliminate all your worries. As for the Yue faction, I will certainly kill the wrong person and not let them go."
"Okay, you can go down now."
Meanwhile, Lin Zhou wasn't the only one being watched. After causing such a ruckus for some time, he also began to come into the sights of various powerful figures.
Although they might not care about him, everyone is not stupid. In the stagnant city of Lin'an, all sorts of ruthless things have been happening one after another. Although they come from all sides, there is a stranger mixed in with them all.
After removing those miscellaneous items, this extra common item becomes particularly dazzling, but the problem is that no one can be sure whose people he is. One moment he is saving the world and helping the people, the next he is fighting and brawling, and then he is hoarding land and making money. As Qin Hui's man, he killed one of Qin Hui's men. But if you say he is a member of Yue Fei's faction, he is a son-in-law of the Jurchens. But if you say he is a son-in-law of the Jurchens, he also gave Han Shizhong information about the Jurchens' military movements. Even though the Jurchens also need steel, he built an ironworks here.
This kind of "three-no-getting" strategy is the most frightening. Most people would have been eliminated long ago if they played this game, but now he's able to bring huge benefits to every side, and even seems to have close ties with the empire's upright officials.
He's an incomprehensible guy; the most crucial point is that, apart from one or two people he can talk to, he almost never contacts the outside world. He neither forms cliques nor engages in factionalism; he's simply irritating.
In everyone's eyes, Lin Zhou was neither a Jin person nor a Song person, neither a scholar nor a military general nor a businessman; he was a complete misfit.
It's baffling.
Being under the scrutiny of so many forces at the same time would have made anyone else extremely nervous, either constantly racking their brains for countermeasures or living in constant fear.
Only Lin Zhou————
"Hey, right, right, lift your leg a little higher! Oops, why are you covering yourself like that? What happened to trust between people?"
"Stick your butt up! Like that, hold it!"
When it comes to traffic, no one understands traffic better than Lin Zhou. When he used to run a bubble tea shop, he would hire local online girl groups that flirted with the edge of the internet to dance for him. They would dance all day long. Although he had to pay the girl groups expensive performance fees, that week of flirting was the highlight of his bubble tea career when he made money.
Later, Uncle Hat shut it down, and his milk tea shop went downhill until it went out of business.
In the Song Dynasty, if someone tries to skirt the law, at most they'll be criticized for being immoral. But is Lin Zhou afraid of their criticism? Damn it, they've been calling him a traitor for over a month.
The current environment is one of conflict: ethnic tensions lead to bloodshed, civil-military conflicts lead to bloodshed, class tensions lead to bloodshed, and regional conflicts lead to bloodshed.
But when they arrived at this rather auspicious place, it was a scene of peace and tranquility. Among the crowd watching the spectacle were officers carrying weapons, scholars holding paper fans, Jin people, Song people, people from Handan, people from Chang'an, cruel officials, and ordinary people. But at this moment, everyone applauded and cheered when they saw something exciting.
Lin Zhou's most vicious method was to stick number tags on the backs of those girls. Some people might think number 19 was pretty, while others might think number 32 was the most charming, but without exception, no one argued. Those who liked number 32 would let those who didn't like her take a closer look at number 32's buttocks, while those who liked number 19 would let others carefully appreciate number 19's waist.
A bright and clear world.
During the rehearsal, Brother Ying walked back and forth in the crowd holding a sign that read "Li Qingzhao's book signing event will be held here tomorrow at Chenshi (7-9 AM)," with a line of tiny print below that read "Limited to 2,000 copies, while supplies last."
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