Chapter 1

The incense smoke from the copper filigree incense burner wafted gently, and in the room with its ancient and elegant decor, the scent of rouge and powder was particularly heavy.

Wang Yang, bare-chested, revealed his bronze-toned, well-built muscles in the cool air, and he wore only a pair of Sanqiang brand underwear. At that moment, he was holding a chicken leg in his left hand and a red bean bun in his right, eating voraciously. His hunger was so intense that his eyes had turned green, as if he hadn't had a full meal for a week.

Beside him, a woman dressed in a thin, translucent veil that faintly revealed her graceful figure had a dark expression, gritting her teeth as she glared at him. It was the first time she had seen someone come to a flower banquet and actually just come to eat. She quietly checked the strange clothes she had stripped from this guy, but found not a single copper coin.

After burping, Wang Yang finally noticed the ancient and elegant furnishings around him, and he was instantly bewildered. What was going on?

Wang Yang, who had just started working, was assigned by his boss to entertain a major client that evening. However, his alcohol tolerance was too low, and he had to rush to the restroom to vomit after drinking less than a liter.

After vomiting, he was still dizzy, but at least his stomach wasn't churning as much. However, he was extremely hungry.

When he pushed open the restroom door, he saw a table full of delicious food. With his vision still blurry, Wang Yang plopped down and started eating and drinking voraciously.

At that moment, it seemed that a waiter was constantly tugging at his clothes, but the dazed Wang Yang had only eyes for the food. After eating half a roasted chicken, his stomach was full, and he gradually regained some clarity. He then had the chance to look around. Something was wrong; had he entered the wrong private room?

Why was there a bed, and why were the waiters dressed so provocatively? Times had really changed; he never thought that a prestigious five-star hotel would resort to such low tactics to attract customers.

The intricately carved door was kicked open, and in came a middle-aged woman with a face painted like a palette, wearing a bright green ancient dress, a mole at the corner of her mouth, and eyes as wide as copper bells. She stormed in, furious, followed by a group of "male waiters" in drab, rough clothes, each holding a club, looking more like thugs.

"Mom, the one who ate without paying is him..." The seductive woman immediately rushed to the door and pointed at Wang Yang.

"Eating without paying?!" Wang Yang was immediately alarmed, threw the chicken bone in his hand, and stood up, his chest muscles bulging. "Who are you talking about?"

"Oh, you still dare to be arrogant. Grab him for me!" The middle-aged woman was instantly furious, pointing at Wang Yang, and the male waiters, looking like demons, all lunged at him.

In the prime of his youth, with a strong and muscular body, Wang Yang was not about to be easily humiliated. He fought back, first flipping the table in a textbook move from a Hong Kong action movie, then pulling the tablecloth and throwing it, shouting, picking up a vase and throwing it, and finally lifting a round stool to defend himself...

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Continuously burping, Wang Yang, now tied up in a humiliating turtle shell bind, with a bruised face, looked bewildered at the ancient and elegant room, with its thin, translucent curtains, exuding a sense of intimacy.

The middle-aged woman with a face painted like a palette, wearing a bright green ancient dress, a mole at the corner of her mouth, and eyes as wide as copper bells, was spitting out saliva in anger at Wang Yang. "You little brat, you ate my tofu, drank my flower wine, and wrecked my place, but you didn't even leave a single copper coin. I see you want to take advantage of me... #￥%&*...&@#"

"Stop! What do you mean, you old hag? With a face like a three-year-old pickled bitter melon, you dare to say I molested you?!" Wang Yang, looking at the disgusting face of the fat woman, felt he had already done enough for the audience by not vomiting.

Besides this fat woman, there was a group of fierce men and a seductive woman in a thin, translucent veil watching him, the bound and naked man. The men's gazes were all angry and fierce.

Only the seductive woman, who looked no more than twenty, looked at Wang Yang with a fiery and provocative gaze, throwing him a flirtatious wink and running her hand over her half-transparent curves. Damn! Wang Yang almost got hard in public, which would have been shameful.

"Still talking back to me, you little brat? I see you don't want to live. Beat him!" The fat woman was furious, and a thug with a bruised eye, grinning, volunteered to approach Wang Yang.

"Stop! A man can be killed but not humiliated, hey hey hey! Oh, you can't hit my face... Damn! I surrender!"

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"Now, can you talk to me properly?" The fat woman, or rather, the madam of this Red Mansion, looked at Wang Yang, who had a black eye, with a satisfied expression.

This boy who ate without paying had a good physique, even though his skin was a bit dark. His face was quite handsome, and his well-built muscles were very appealing to the touch. And that strange piece of cloth barely covering a certain part... while a large size doesn't necessarily mean good performance, at least it's well-endowed...

After evaluating him with her professional eye, which she had honed over thirty years in the entertainment industry, the madam thought that if she sold him to the neighboring Rabbit House or the even more hidden duck shop, she might even make a profit.

To think, this boy was so strong that he managed to beat up several of the thugs and servants she had called. If it weren't for their numbers, he might have escaped.

"I really have no money, madam, can you please... help me..." Wang Yang, with a black eye, said with tears in his eyes.

"No money? I knew you scoundrels who eat without paying are all bad. Fine, if you have no money, sign this..." The cunning madam, with a sinister look, waved a crumpled, seemingly pre-prepared contract in front of Wang Yang.

"Indenture contract?!" Wang Yang blinked, staring at the indenture contract with a look of sorrow and anger, like a male version of the White-Haired Girl about to be taken away by Huang Shiren.

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He had traveled through time, damn it. What the hell was this? He had just gone to the restroom in a five-star hotel, and when he opened the door, he was suddenly transported to another era?

In the night of Tokyo Bianliang, the city was brightly lit, especially near the Bian River, where a large number of brothels and pavilions were clustered, filled with singing and dancing, and the sound of laughter and welcome.

Wang Yang, now dressed in a rough, drab gray robe, walked dejectedly through the hall of the Red Mansion, holding a large teapot, feeling a thousand emotions.

Wang Yang was 100% sure he had traveled through time. Thinking of his talents, his literary and martial skills, and his strategic mind, he would have been a prime minister, second only to the emperor, if he were in the imperial court. On the battlefield, he would have been a great general, making decisive decisions and winning every battle.

God, are you blind? Why did you throw me, with my vast knowledge and extraordinary talent, into a brothel in Northern Song Dynasty's Tokyo Bianliang, and not just any brothel, but a low-class one? Is this your way of ruining my life?

Holding the teapot, he filled the teacup of a customer who had just entered. His eyes sneakily glanced at the door, where he saw six strong, fierce-looking men standing in a row outside the Red Mansion.

Although Wang Yang was confident that he could break out, the problem was that it wouldn't do any good. In this era, there were no ID cards or household registration, but he had already signed a three-year indenture contract with the evil madam, who was a slave owner.

Moreover, the contract was stamped with the official seal of the Kaifeng County government, meaning that if he tried to escape, he would almost certainly be caught and thrown into the Kaifeng prison to count fleas. He might even be whipped and branded, and sent to the frontier to fight the northern barbarians with a big knife.

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That would be too unscientific and irrational. As a top student from a high-scoring province, who scored 701 points to enter Peking University, and as a high-precision, high-knowledge intellectual with expertise in three foreign languages, five subjects, and seven awards, and a graduate of Dormitory 9, I am best at using my intelligence and eloquence to navigate the social tide.

Not relying on a muscular body and brute force, and fighting in hand-to-hand combat or bayonet battles with a leather loincloth. That would be too vulgar and degrading. What if I got injured and the state didn't provide for me in old age? Would I, as an excellent time traveler, have to spend the rest of my life in the Northern Song Dynasty, limping and alone?

"Thus, when heaven is about to confer a great responsibility on any man, it first exercises his mind with suffering, and his sinews and bones with toil, and his body with hunger, and subjects him to poverty, and confounds his undertakings, so as to stimulate his mind, and harden his nature, and increase his capabilities..."

Just as Wang Yang was reciting these inspiring quotes with his head held high, a sudden knock and a roar interrupted his emotional outpouring. "Wang, you go to the toilet, just go to the toilet, stop mumbling, I'm about to soil my pants..."

"Shut up, I haven't finished yet." Wang Yang, furious, shot back. Even expressing his emotions was interrupted, which was too much!

"Ah, ah, ah, Wang." Just as he was about to recite again, someone outside the door started shouting.

"Are you done yet? I said I haven't finished yet." Wang Yang was so angry he almost wanted to throw a fecal spoon at the person.

"Someone is causing trouble, come and help quickly!"

PS: New book, five revisions, poured my heart and soul into it, finally completed, so I'm starting to upload... Everyone can take a look first, and if you like it, give it a vote or something.

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