I Really Don’t Want To Be a Natural Disaster

"Oh, it turned out to be the new Young Master Lin!"

Generally speaking, in the brothel fireworks display, the girls guarding the gate are all very beautiful and clever. This is called the facade.

How else to solicit customers?

You must be very proficient in business to be qualified to stand at the door.

Look, Yi Lin didn't recognize them, they recognized Yi Lin at a glance.

It seemed that Yi Lin had been lavishly in the small town during this time, and shocked the sisters of Wanxianglou.

Yi Lin shook his fan, others pushed halfway, Yi Lin took the initiative to attack, and before the two girls had time to pull a few moments, Yi Lin moved first and stepped in.

"No, I'll do it myself."

When the two girls saw this, they stared at each other in a daze.

Look at this age, but just an adult, right?

How can this pace be so proficient?

Suddenly, there was a strange feeling in the hearts of the two girls on the facade.

Yi Lin's sleeves flicked, and the two pieces of silver fell parabolicly into the girl's collar and slipped into the embroidered bellyband. This wave and lavish action directly conquered them, and his mouth was disgusting, but his body was sticking. Up here.

Originally, with Yin's hidden charm value attributes and irrelevant appearance, it was difficult to get the approval of strangers in a face-to-face.

But Yi Lin gave too much.

No one knows how to improve favorability better than Yi Lin.

Over the years, he has already played very proficiently in this set, teaching students in accordance with their aptitude and moving from person to person.

Shengping County was only a small county in the southern border of the Daqing Dynasty, and Wanxianglou was already regarded as a very high-end consumer place in the county. Inside, there are many men of all stripes, most of whom are well-dressed, and you can see the realm gap with the poor outside at a glance.

Wanxianglou was regarded as a leading industry in the Daqing dynasty, with numerous branches in various cities and towns. When Yi Lin learned about this at the time, one could imagine the surprise in his heart. Unexpectedly, in a world where the level of technology is so backward and practice is the keynote, someone actually came up with the concept of a "chain store". The owner of this Wanxianglou is a person.

"Here, I will receive Master Lin, Qiaoer, Huaer, you continue to solicit guests."

The girls named Qiao'er and Hua'er stuck to Yi Lin and led him into Wanxiang Tower, and then a beautiful lady who was well dressed, more than 30 years old and full of mature charm walked out slowly, she smiled. After driving away the two Yingyans and Huaer Qiaoer, they took Yi Lin's arms affectionately, red lips were in Yi Lin's ear, and in a soft tone, he whispered: "Young Master Lin is so real. ...Simple, the concubine body embroiderer is the shopkeeper of this building."

It was a very beautiful scene, but Yi Lin was still a bit short of Xiu Niang's height at this time. This scene was inadvertently caught in the eyes of other people. There is quite a sense of sight of an old cow gnawing on the tender grass or a small horseman driving a large carriage. Many male guests secretly sneered, but they did not come forward to find trouble.

After a simple self-introduction, Xiu Niang went straight to the subject: "I don't know if Young Master Lin is here today, do you want to simply listen to the song, or pick up the style?"

As we all know, the girls in Wanxianglou are commonly called "Xiangfeng" in the industry. According to the type of practice, they are divided into two types-"Wenfeng" and "Wufeng".

To put it simply, Wenfeng sells art but does not sell himself, Wu Feng sells himself but not art, each has his own expertise, performs his own duties, and has a clear division of labor.

Wenfeng is mostly carefully trained, and is good at piano, chess, calligraphy and calligraphy, and Danqing brushwork. Simply hug a lyre, play a little tune, and teach people fascinatingly. Some people like this method of prostitution. This kind of prostitution is also jokingly called "prostitution" in the circle.

The other kind of "wufeng" is naturally trained, but there are some special aspects of training, so I won't go into details here. And the reason why they are called Wufeng is that they are directly aware of the real kung fu, and do not understand the opera pipa. This method of prostitution is called "wu prostitution."

But Xiuniang saw a lot of people of all kinds, and when I saw this Young Master Lin, he was inexplicably annoying at first sight, but when he was lavish, it seemed much pleasing to the eye. Xiu Niang looked at it for a long time and found that Young Master Lin's familiar strength was by no means a junior, so she didn't explain it as soon as she got on her face, and explored if Young Master Lin wanted to write a message, or wanted to use martial arts.

Yi Lin counted the surplus of money he had obtained from the robbers gang to rob the rich and help the poor, flicked his sleeves, and took out a shining sterling silver ingot, which was stuffed into the waistband of the embroidered woman.

Embroidery was taken aback.

Yi Lin smiled meaningfully: "I am different from them."

"This..." Xiu Niang hesitated after touching the silver in her belt.

Without saying a word, Yi Lin stuffed another piece of Xiuniang's waistband.

Xiuniang still hesitated.

Yi Lin quickly stuffed a third silver ingot.

The waist of the embroiderer was already slender, and the waist was tightened tightly, and the big silver ingots of the three younger sisters were stuffed in, and they almost opened up the tightly wrapped silk and satin trousers belt of the embroiderer.

Xiu Niang took a deep breath. She stretched out two fingers, a little uncertain: "Does Young Master Lin want to...I'm afraid the girls don't agree." She just finished saying this, and then she touched it carefully. Touching the belt of his trousers that was about to be opened, a bold idea came into his heart, and he took a breath of cold breath: "Does Young Master Lin like being older like me? This is even more inappropriate."

Yi Lin felt that there seemed to be something wrong with the way he opened it.

Xiuniang actually misunderstood her own thoughts.

Yi Lin coughed dryly: "Your "Blue Luan Tree" hall mouth..."

What a complete statement.

Xiuniang covered Yi Lin's mouth and pressed it against her bulging waist.

"Master Lin, let's take a step to speak."

Yi Lin was covering her mouth, but she nodded with a smile in her eyes.

The whispers of Yi Lin and Xiuniang didn't disturb anyone.

In fact, every guest who comes to Wanxianglou, whether it is a prostitute or a martial artist, will go through such a process.

People, you have to take care of your face.

In Wanxianglou, these people are all coming and going, all of them are so familiar with each other, and when they leave this door, they are treated as strangers.

Yi Lin was led into a room by Xiuniang. Xiuniang slammed the door shut, and looked at Yi Lin with a smile for a moment. Suddenly, her small hand shook, and silver lights shot across Yi Lin's body.

"Ding ding ding ding."

The silver light was the embroidery needles commonly used for embroidery. The embroidery needles fell to the ground before they hit the key points of Yi Lin, losing their heads.

"I'm sorry, Master Lin, Xiu Niang was offended. The Profound School Technique... I don't know where Master Lin is from?"

Seeing Yi Lin's methods, Xiuniang's eyes became a little more solemn, her charming and enchanting face faded away, and she put on a cold and blunt expression.

In this world, walking outside, there are people behind it that are easy to do. Xiu Niang didn't know Yi Lin's true intentions, but she asked her house first, and there was nothing wrong with it.

Who can offend and who can't offend, she still has to ask clearly.

Generally, before asking the other party's origin, Xuanmen seldom kills.

If someone provokes someone who shouldn't be provoke, that can't be done easily with his life.

Yi Lin frowned.

Before he came, he stepped on it in advance.

The brothel has been a well-informed place since ancient times.

After stepping on it, Yi Lin was pleasantly surprised to find that this Wanxiang Tower seemed to be one of the strongholds of a local intelligence organization-Qingluanshu.

So today he pretended to be a ladyboy to buy some intelligence.

Yi Lin stared at Xiiniang's bulging waist and asked, "I'm here to ask for some news, isn't enough money?"

"Are you here to buy a discount?"

Xiuniang stared at Yi Lin's face, seeing that he didn't seem to be fooling people, so she tentatively said something in the industry.

In the intelligence industry, some classified information is called "Zhezi".

According to the rarity of the information, the zhezi are divided into "gold zhezi", "silver zhezi", "copper zhezi", and "paper zhezi".

Of course Yi Lin nodded, "Yes."

When Xiu Niang heard this, she couldn't laugh or cry: "Who told you that Wanxianglou sells discounts? We specialize in selling goods...Ah, yeah, we sell ourselves and do business! No! No!" Xiu Niang was almost mellowed by Yi Lin's voice. "Yes" flickered, and she suddenly woke up. If the other party is really a member of the mysterious door, it is impossible to know what the bends are. She is afraid that the enemy family of Qingluanshu is looking for the door, so she quietly pinched a few more embroidery. With the needle in his hand, aiming at the vital part of Yi Lin's legs, he continued to ask: "Young Master Lin has not yet declared his family. It stands to reason that Young Master Lin, as a Xuanmen monk, wouldn't know that Wanxiang Tower is not a place where he is a brother. "

It turns out that the process is wrong!

Upon hearing this, Yi Lin immediately understood where the omission was. He patronized the stepping point and learned that Wanxianglou belongs to the intelligence organization ~www.readwn.com~ but ignored a small detail. Wanxianglou is only responsible for collecting information, but there is actually someone else who actually sells this information.

This is a mature intelligence transaction chain. Yi Lin directly bypassed all middlemen and stepped on the source of the goods. No wonder Xiu Niang was so vigilant that she closed the door and drew her needle.

I see.

But Yi Lin's heart said that it didn't matter, it was nothing more than taking some detours and creating new paths. The method of embroidering the mother was not good in Yi Lin's opinion. So, what's wrong with bypassing middlemen? Now Yi Lin really has the confidence to bully.

If you really can't beat it, just run away if it's a big deal!

Although this world is very dangerous, most of the people's strength is quite grounded.

So Yi Lin didn't rush to make up the reason in his head, making up and saying as he made up, it sounded just like the truth.

"I have always lived in the mountain gate and never went out. My senior brother sneaked out of the sect for some reason, and I followed him all the way to Shengping County. Unexpectedly, the senior brother found out and reluctantly left me. "I Lin sighed, showing a very depressed expression: "I have a good practice, but I can't find my brother, but I accidentally heard my brother mention that if I want to buy news, I can find Qingluanshu and make a purchase. Xianglou. So I came here."

"Your brother?" Xiuniang glanced suspiciously at Yi Lin, looking up and down, as if she wanted to tell which disciple Yi Lin was from in the costume of Yi Lin's son. She stared for a long time, but she didn't think of which profound school. The young disciple of Wang was so proficient in going around the kiln, so he could only ask directly: "The embroiderer is terrified, dare to ask Senior Brother Lin who is...?"

Yi Lin squinted his eyes and smiled: "Heavenly Sword Gate, Jian Nanchun."

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