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Chapter 82 Ladies, Please Treat Your Young Masters Well (Favorites and Recommendations Please)

Chapter 82

In the afternoon of the next day, as soon as the door of Yihong Building was opened, the handymen who opened the door were shocked to find that outside the door, a group of young masters dressed as scholars had already gathered.

One or two with disdainful faces were waving folding fans and talking nonsense to Yihonglou.

"This is the Yihong Building, hmph... what kind of place I thought it was, I never thought it would be such a small, third-rate place." The leader was none other than Mr. Zhao Mingcheng.

The Prince next to him also had a look of contempt on his face. "Such an old building, the girls inside must be like these old woods, not new..."

"Let's go in and see what's so good about this Yihonglou, so that more people can understand..."

This group of literary youths swarmed in, all of them looked disgusted, as if they were a group of justice envoys, who came to Yihonglou, which represented the place where evil incarnates, to criticize.

After walking up to the second floor, he chose the largest private room to sit down, without ordering girls or drinks, and directly asked the person in charge of the Yihong Building to come and meet him.

The steward heard that the servants came to report, and when he heard that a group of nobles and brothers in luxurious clothes wanted to find the person in charge, he immediately went to look for Wang Po.

"My lords and distinguished guests, my wife has come to welcome me. I don't know how many of you are..." After receiving the news, Wang Po rushed over and walked into the private room with a smile on her face.

"Old woman, are you the person in charge of this Yihong Building?" Zhao Mingcheng sat on the couch, looking at Wang Po arrogantly and raising his chin.

Wang Po couldn't help feeling a little annoyed. There were some contemptuous guests who came to the door, but I had never seen such a guest who didn't even spend a penny and just put on airs here.

However, Wang Po is an old Jianghu after all, and when the enemy's situation is unknown, naturally she will not suddenly turn her face, her face will not change, and she will smile, "Yes, I am right, I don't know the name of this young master?"

"My son's surname is Zhao, and my father is Taichang Shaoqing, Zhao Tingzhi, the left servant of the Ministry of Power and Officials... Today, Zhao and his friends rarely have leisure time, so I specially came to your little Yihonglou for a stroll. I heard that you have a An instructor named Wang Yang, it is said that the bunny dance of those girls was written by him..."

"So, my son and all your friends came here today, just to see the dancing posture taught by your king..."

As soon as Zhao Mingcheng said this, the seven or eight young masters next to him all burst out laughing.

"Yes, yes, what Mr. Zhao said is very true. Why are you still standing there, old woman? Hurry up, don't forget, let your Wang Jiaoxi wear the bunny girl costume that night to come and perform. , hahaha..." Another son urged Wang Po.

At this moment, there was no smile on Wang Po's face, and she looked at these young and domineering young masters with a darkened face. "It seems that you didn't come to Yihonglou to support the girls, but to make trouble?"

"Sponsoring? Aren't we here to support? Our brothers don't like to praise girls, but only like to praise Wang Jiaoxi. What's the matter, you old woman, hurry up and do it, what are you talking about, you offended us Brothers, can you afford it?" Another son also jumped up and said with a serious face.

"I don't know which official descendant this son is?" Wang Po said with a fake smile, but her heart was already full of anger.

"Who is my father, and what does it have to do with you, an old woman in the country? If you are interested, hurry up and call the bastard surnamed Wang over, hmph, otherwise, your Yihong Building will not be able to continue to open." Another The son and brother are very arrogant and domineering.

"Since I came to this Yihonglou, and then I have been in charge of this Yihonglou for nearly [-] years, there are not no people who say such things, and there are quite a few, but I have never seen anything like you. The master who dares to make trouble in my old lady's place even if he can't bear to spend half a copper coin..." Wang Po's complexion became completely gloomy, and she smiled slyly.

At some point, a group of fierce thugs rushed in from outside the door.One and two were gearing up, looking at the seven or eight young masters with ferocious faces.

"Oh, you dead old woman, don't forget, there are quite a few people outside who saw all of us walking into your Yihong Building, we only need a hair less, hehe..."

"Hey, you can make up for anything that is lacking, but there is one thing that once you are missing, you can't make up for it, and that is your extremely poor IQ..." Accompanied by this yin and yang voice, Wang Yang With his hands behind his back and a sinister smile on his face, the instructor of Yihonglou walked into the private room slowly.

"I'm very glad to see you here. As the saying goes, if there is a way to heaven, you don't go, but if there is no way to hell, you just rush in. In fact, your arrival is the happiest time for Mr. Wang these days."

"Wang, you are indeed here!" As soon as Zhao Mingcheng saw Wang Yang slowly walking in, he jumped up from the couch.

And Prince Wang and other princes and brothers also stood up one after another, as the saying goes, enemies are jealous when they meet each other.

"Why are you here?" Seeing the crowd of thugs rushing in behind her, and Wang Yang's smiling, murderous look, Wang Po couldn't help rolling her eyes and saying with a headache.

"Old woman, I am also a very reasonable person, but when some people are unreasonable, I am still very willing to reason with them, and I can directly reason with them until the other party is convinced." Wang Yang smiled at Wang Po Smiling, revealing those snow-white teeth, revealing an indescribable unruliness and ferocity faintly.

"Oh, you rural man, what's the matter, can't you do it if you want to? All right, come on, Mr. Zhao wants to see if you dare to do it today." Zhao Mingcheng's face darkened suddenly, and he turned to one of the literary youths Wrinkled mouth.

The guy jumped up, pushed open the window forcefully, looked down a few times, and waved his hand.The famous servant who had been waiting outside for a long time saw it, and immediately let go of his feet and ran towards the distance.

"Come on, come on, come and beat us up again if you have the ability, hehe, tell you, my son's father is Bo, the county magistrate of Kaifeng, try to touch me." After seeing this scene, the prince , very complacently walked up to Wang Yang, his face full of arrogance and domineering.

The corners of Wang Po's eyes couldn't help twitching. The owner of Kaifeng County, Bo, is just an official with the size of a sesame seed and mung bean, but the problem is that the county management is not as good as the county management, and all matters big and small in Bianliang, Tokyo, are handled by the county government of Kaifeng County. , if it is a big matter, it is the matter of Kaifeng government office.

"A gentle gentleman like me, who has no power to restrain a chicken, can only reason with you, and do it? That's for rough people or women. Girls, oh no... Big girls, please come in and treat me well You gentlemen."

"And you idiots, why are you staring blankly, why don't you hurry up and help the young masters, lest the young masters can't stand the enthusiasm of the big girls, what if they spit everywhere?"

PS: I believe that everyone, like me, has normal aesthetics, so, all friends with normal aesthetics, please vote for your wealth, okay!
　I believe that everyone, like me, has normal aesthetics, so, all friends with normal aesthetics, please vote for your wealth, okay!
　　
　　
　
(End of this chapter)