Hidden in the court

Chapter 154: Hope for Spring Breeze

Just as Su Mengyang was begging for mercy, a fake Taoist priest suddenly staggered over and whispered mysteriously, "Sir, I have a business here that can help you make a lot of money. Are you interested in listening?"

Ji Mingshang laughed inwardly. This person had been standing next to him for a long time and finally came over. He was just saying this for others to hear.

But Ji Mingshang decided to play hard to get, so he just frowned slightly, as if he didn't have much good feelings towards this man.

"What is this thing that's involved?"

Seeing this scene, the madam could only ask someone to come over and ask the fake Taoist priest to leave in a friendly manner.

"I'm sorry to disturb your pleasure," the madam turned to Ji Mingshang, "Please rest assured that we take this matter very seriously and will never let such trivial matters affect your interest."

Ji Mingshang smiled slightly, showing his understanding. In fact, he was looking forward to tonight even more.

As the night deepened, the atmosphere in the brothel became more and more charming.

Zhao Yao, who had been digging for a long time on the second floor, did not gain anything. These people said nothing but dirty talk when they were having fun, and at most they would brag about how much money they could make.

However, he found the third floor unusual. There was only one room on the third floor. I don't know if it was intentional, but the wall was almost flush with the second floor. There was only one staircase inside the building to get up. It seemed that every half a quarter of an hour, the two servants guarding the second floor would come up to inspect.

This is very telling.

What a joke! There is no door on the third floor but there are windows.

With a light jump, he clasped his hands on the edge, and with another push, he stood firmly on the eaves. Because the eaves were too narrow, he could only lean his back against the wall with his legs crossed.

Fortunately, this place was blocked by the wall of the shop next door and no one noticed it.

I reached out and pulled at the window twice, and there was a rustling sound.

"Is there a lock inside?"

When I looked again, I saw that it was a wooden window, which made it difficult to get in.

Suddenly, Zhao Yao looked towards the roof. It seemed that it might not be a bad idea to climb up and remove the tiles.

The eaves of the third floor were not very high. Zhao Yao easily jumped onto the roof and immediately lay down.

Hearing the noise coming from inside the house, he realized that it was the two people downstairs who were patrolling.

After everyone left, Zhao Yao took over a few tiles, which were big enough for him to squeeze in. It only took him half a quarter of an hour to quickly rush into the room, and the scene inside surprised him a little.

Although the house was pitch black and without any light, one could still vaguely see the furnishings inside.

The room was decorated extremely elegantly, with paintings and calligraphy by famous artists hanging on the walls, which were obviously much more valuable than those downstairs.

When I took a closer look, it was indeed the case.

Look at the signatures: Wang Xizhi, Huaisu, Zhang Xuan...all of them are works of famous artists. What is the background of this Wangchun Tower?

An ancient zither was quietly placed aside. However, the most attractive thing was a table in the center, where some ancient books and scrolls were placed.

In addition, the large boxes piled up all around also made people suspicious.

He carefully flipped through the books, hoping to find something useful.

"Deng Deng..."

Just then, he heard a sound outside, as if someone was coming.

It's obviously not even half a quarter of an hour yet, what's going on?

Zhao Yao immediately jumped onto the roof and rearranged the tiles, leaving only a gap for observation.

The door was pushed open, and unlike before, two people walked in. They looked around, obviously looking for something.

After a while, one of them lit a candle and the faint light filled the whole room.

There were more than just the two people guarding below, or rather, only one was there, and the other was someone he didn't know. But if Ji Mingshang was here, he would definitely know him, because this person was the fake Taoist priest who wanted to make money from him just now.

Zhao Yao held his breath and hid in the dark to observe their movements.

Then I heard that man say to the fake Taoist priest:

"Please choose from these calligraphy and paintings. They were all obtained by us with great difficulty and effort. They are absolutely authentic."

The fake Taoist priest scoffed at this and said, "You are the ones who know whether it is true or not. If it is true, I can't afford it."

Finally, the fake Taoist picked out a piece of cursive calligraphy by Huaisu, rolled up the calligraphy, and left satisfied.

After the two left, Zhao Yao couldn't help but think.

From what they said, all the paintings and calligraphy here are fake. It seems that the fake paintings sold here are not sold directly, but through middlemen.

Here comes the question, you say this brothel is simple, it can obviously make money legally, why does it have to engage in fraudulent activities?

These high-quality fakes are not only expensive to make, but also hard to find buyers, and they are also illegal. Judging from what happened just now, this place should only make fakes and not sell them to the public, which is even more unreasonable, because at this stage these fakes are often sold at fake prices, and they can't make much money at all.

Is there really anyone who would do such a thankless task?

Also, the “adult” they are talking about, is it an official?

The night was as dark as ink. Zhao Yao jumped down from the roof and walked into Wangchun Tower through the front door.

"Sir, why do you spend so much time in a toilet? I told you the toilet is in the back. It's hard to find around here."

Zhao Yao still didn't speak. What could he say?

However, when he found Ji Mingshang and Su Mengyang, he was also helpless.

Ji Mingshang was naturally surrounded and enjoyed it, but what about Su Mengyang?

Su Mengyang's face was red, and he was at least 70% drunk. He was being "carried" to the second floor by several girls. These girls were also restless and wanted to take him to their room. It seemed that their arms were about to be torn off. What's more, one of them even had a red envelope on her waist.

Seeing this, Zhao Yao did not dare to delay and immediately stepped forward to bring Su Mengyang out.

However, these girls were really scary. Several of them were surrounding him, and Zhao Yao felt aggrieved, but he couldn't move against them. He was also tickled for no reason. What was even scarier was that someone came up to Su Mengyang after seeing that he couldn't get her, "Sir, looking at you like this, are you also..."

This question gave him a chill in his heart and he felt his pocket.

"At this point, this is the only way..."

"Crash-"

"There's silver, pick it up!"

That's right, Zhao Yao spent money. The effect of this move was immediate. After all, these people were closest to him, and the power of a little virgin could not compare to the money.

Many people let go of Su Mengyang and went to pick up the silver at their feet.

"Let go, this silver is mine..."

"Let go, I saw it first!"

"You fart!"

……

The scene suddenly became chaotic, the entire first floor was in an uproar, and many people were rushing over here.

"Hey, he's so rich, but he still cries poor every day?"

Zhao Yao didn't have time to care about these things at the moment. He rushed over, took Su Mengyang's hand and was about to leave.