Entrepreneurship in a different world

When she first heard the name Xia Lan, Qiu Lan was in a trance for a moment.It took a while to recover, he let go of his body leaning against the door frame, and said calmly, "Come in."

When Wen Rong entered the door, Qiulan closed the door with a hook and led him all the way in.

There were several rooms in this two-story earthen building. When Qiulan's footsteps approached, the doors of the two rooms were opened, and two women's faces poked out from inside.

"Qiulan, who is looking for you? Is there any high-quality guest?" One of them asked pretentiously, pinching his throat.

While speaking, she saw Wen Rong following Qiulan, she was a little dazed for a moment, and said in shock, "You, you, you have changed your gender? Are you looking for a female client?"

"Change you big-headed ghost!" Qiulan yelled at the face with a horrified expression, "Hurry up and go back and clean your face, I can't even look at it, why do you have guests?"

What responded to him was an angry knock on the door.

The other one who wanted to speak shrank his head back knowingly, and closed the door of his own room.At the same time as these two retracted their heads, there were sounds from upstairs and downstairs that the doors of several rooms were closed at almost the same time.

Wen Rong was already mentally prepared for what he saw when he came in. He never met the stranger's eyes from the beginning to the end.

However, the situation was somewhat different from what he had imagined.Although Qiulan was mocking the person just now, he could hear that this should be the norm here, and the tone of it was mostly jokes.

Generally speaking, the atmosphere here is a strange harmony amid laughter and cursing.

Wen Rong was taken to a room on the second floor.

The room is quite big and there is a small balcony sticking out, which is the only balcony on the second floor.In addition to the bed, there are also sofas, pillows, decorative paintings, and various bottles and jars in the room that are used as decorations.This room is the first room Wen Rong has seen with a bit of personal aesthetics after being here for a few days.

If I insist on describing it, it's his world's ins internet celebrity style.

"Sit!" Qiulan casually pointed to the sofa, and she sat on the dark green single sofa next to her, and covered her legs with a not-so-new white braided fabric.

Wen Rong sat down and took out the money bag from his clothes.He left most of the money in the hotel, and now he only has a few pith coins on him, and the rest are letters and a pack of lip paper.

He took out the letter and handed it to Qiulan.

Qiulan took apart the simple white paper outside, threw it on the ground, and was picked up by Wen Rong.He recognized that the white paper used as an envelope was the kind of window paper, and such a small amount was enough to be used as raw materials when he took it home.

Qiulan quickly read the so-called letter, raised her eyes to look at Wen Rong carefully, her eyes stayed on the clothes he was wearing, "This is the clothes I entrusted someone to bring to Xia Lan a few years ago."

This is also one of the reasons why Qiulan didn't doubt Wen Rong after seeing him.He was wearing the clothes he gave Xia Lan.

Wen Rong smiled awkwardly, "I, I have no clothes to wear, Ms. Xia Lan lent them to me."

"Is she okay?"

"It's okay." Wen Rong thought about that man's aura, and it was really okay.

"For so many years, you are the first person to bring me news from there." Qiulan smiled strangely, "At one point I thought she would never contact me again."

"Forehead……"

"We are sisters and brothers." Qiu Lan suddenly started talking about their relationship to Wen Rong, "It's not a relative, I was a kid when I came here, she is already the number one...I grew up with her .”

Wen Rong nodded secretly, no wonder.This person was in his twenties, and Xia Lan was almost forty.I can imagine that Ms. Xia Lan is surrounded by this vicious servant when she is here.

Judging from his current living conditions, his ability is by no means inferior to that of Xia Lan.

"She has always taught me that the most important thing in our line of work is to keep one's own heart." Qiulan looked bewildered, lost in her own memories, and her eyes became sad, "...a lot of things grew out of her hands The children have done it, but she... fell at the age of 30."

Is it for love?Could it be the common brothel story in ancient times?

"Have you met true love at the age of 30? Maybe she has been looking forward to love." Wen Rong felt that he could finally catch up with a sentence.

"What are you talking about?" Qiulan blinked her eyelids twice and came back to her senses, "What love is true love? Sigh——"

The next moment he changed his face again, and the corners of his mouth raised in self-deprecating, "It can be regarded as true love, otherwise, how could it be possible to drop everything just for that brat."

"Huh?" Now it was Wen Rong's turn to be dumbfounded.

kid?

"She left 'Nishia City' and went to 'Ghost Cave' for her own child." The sarcasm at the corner of Qiulan's mouth widened, "Do you think she was for some stinky man who impregnated him? Our place There are no such idiots. Oh no, there are, there are, and those idiots either die or leave in disgrace."

The words are really sharp.

Wen Rong didn't know how to answer the conversation for a moment.