Three thousand taels of silver, buy a brothel girl’s top brand?

——This old man’s mind is not as loose as his hair.

Two thousand taels are enough for the girl who bought this boat.

He actually offered 3,010 taels, just to get a girl's top card?

Haha!!

Let him be the joke here.

The old customer with a knife was very proud: It must be his own plan to make a bald man!

After sitting down leisurely, he spat: "I'm old, you dare to fight with me? Then I'll let you taste what embarrassing means..."

It is definitely a joke to open a girl’s top card for three thousand taels of silver!

Moreover, this joke has probably been enough for thirty or fifty years.

Feng Chenglin looked at him thoughtfully: "I said, brother, someone who can buy a girl Chu Ye will not care about these three or two thousand taels. What they pay more attention to is face..."

Ding Temple cooperated very well: "Take it tonight as an example. That old bald man took three thousand taels of silver and smashed your Master Dao's face!"

Feng Chenglin nodded: "Yes, in this world, everyone will know that you, Master Dao, was taken by someone, and he was smashed to death by a huge amount..."

This old customer with a knife was in a good mood, but he thought that he had planned to make up the bald old guy and felt very happy.

Unexpectedly, after being sarcastically told by these two people, one from the other, one from the other, the mood fell to the bottom.

"Shut up..." The old guest with the knife angrily opened his eyes: "What do you know? I am a plan, do you understand the plan?! It's just a yellow-haired girl. After sleeping for a night, it's only a hundred taels. What about him? It took three thousand taels. Don't you think he is the joke?"

Fengchenglin tilted his head and aimed at Dingmiao: "What do you think?"

Dingmiao shook his head: "I just feel that the old man is rich, courageous, and aura... I just spent the 3,000 taels tonight. I guess no one will be able to suppress the aura of this old bald man in the next few decades..."

Feng Chenglin cooperated very much and gave a thumbs up: "I think so too!"

The old guest with the knife was completely angry: "You..."

What the hell is this theory?!

Three thousand taels, Chu Ye, who bought a girl, was actually regarded as aura?!

With the applause and cheers, Miss Cuicui was covered with a red veil and sent to the third floor.

On the third floor, the bald old man was very proud and waved to the old guest with the knife: "Don't worry, old man, tonight, Miss Cuicui is mine. Tomorrow night, you can spend thirty taels and you can be yours, haha..."

The bald old man's harsh laughter pierced into the ears of the old guest with a knife like a needle.

"Old thing..."

Tomorrow night, he doesn't know if he will spend these thirty taels!

However, this old bald guy must not be able to see it.

He clasped his hands tightly, his bones clattered, and he stared at the bald old man with gritted teeth.

"Do you think...you can still have a wedding night tonight?"

Feng Chenglin and Dingmiao looked at each other quietly, pretending not to understand.

"Old brother, you won't have to listen to it tonight... hear them make a bridal chamber?"

"If you go, don't forget to bring us brothers with you, and we'll join in the fun!"
Chapter completed!