Chapter 3

Back inside the dormitory, Wang Yang was taking off his tattered clothes and putting on new ones, while flattery was pouring in from all sides.

"Wang Brother, you're really something. Just a few moves, tsk tsk tsk, so devious, it even made me feel uncomfortable..."

Wang Yang couldn't help but get furious, turning his head to glare at the guy. "What do you mean 'devious'? Are you tired of living? I, Wang Yang, have always acted with integrity and righteousness..."

Seeing this guy about to lose his temper, one of the thugs nearby was furious on behalf of his companion. One of them pushed the guy who couldn't speak well and had an EQ 75 points lower than the average person to the side, then put on a fawning face and bowed repeatedly, showering Wang Yang with flattery.

"Right, right, that guy was wrong. Wang Brother, you're a real man, a true hero. All the brothers think you're amazing. This skill isn't something just anyone can learn."

"That's right. I, Wang Yang, may be a gentleman, but... I can't be defeated by despicable means." Wang Yang's expression finally improved. Hmm... this brother is indeed on the right track, quite pleasing to the eye.

Everyone squatted together, boasting and joking. Wang Yang, a newcomer, quickly blended in with the thugs of Yihonglou thanks to his superhuman combat skills and his silver tongue, which could coax even birds from the sky into a cage. He felt very much at ease.

He soon learned a lot. It was now the sixth year of the Yuan You era of the Northern Song Dynasty, meaning that the fall of the Northern Song was only about 20 to 30 years away.

Yihonglou, among the many pleasure houses in Tokyo Bianliang, could only be considered a third-rate establishment. The only comforting thing was that the owner and madam, Wang Po, was a skilled and resourceful person, which allowed her to survive in the entertainment industry of Bianliang.

Hearing this news, Wang Yang suddenly felt as if he had been hit by a dog. What the hell? He, a passionate and ambitious young man, had been thrown into a brothel. Wasn't the purpose of his穿越 (time travel) to serve his country during a critical moment in Chinese history, rather than to contribute to the entertainment culture of the Song Dynasty?

However, no matter how much he thought about it, it was futile. As the old saying goes, "Sing the song of the mountain you're on." Now, what he needed to sing wasn't "Loyalty to the Country," but "Sweet Honey"...

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By the afternoon, after dinner, Wang Po, recognizing Wang Yang's exceptional skills in street fighting and brawling, felt it was a waste to have him continue serving tea and water. More importantly, with his straightforward and hot-headed personality, if he got into a conflict with a guest and beat them to half-death, who would she cry to?

Therefore, after giving Wang Yang a string of coins, Wang Po made the wise decision to have him stand guard and welcome guests at the entrance.

At first, Wang Yang was quite unwilling. What the hell? Being stranded in a brothel was already bad enough, and now he had to go out and solicit customers. Was the next step to have him put on makeup, wear a sheer veil, and wave a handkerchief to call out to passersby... Ugh.

However, after Wang Po personally persuaded him and told him that he could earn a minimum of 50 coins and a maximum of 500 coins for each customer he brought in, and that he didn't need to do any cosplay, Wang Yang reluctantly agreed.

Wang Yang had no interest in those guests who, despite their fancy clothes, looked at the girls like bloodthirsty mosquitoes. He had a pair of sharp eyes and could easily tell whether someone was truly wealthy or just a pretentious fraud.

After a long time, Wang Yang's originally lazy gaze brightened. He saw a fat sheep, no, a high-quality customer.

"Welcome, young master. I am Wang Yang. I see that you have a noble and distinguished appearance, and you must be a distinguished young master from a noble family..." With his silver tongue, Wang Yang directly charmed the young master, who was accompanied by two servants, into Yihonglou. This scene was seen by Wang Po, who was inspecting the work from the second-floor balcony.

"This kid, not only is he so skilled in fighting, but his mouth is also so smooth. I underestimated him," Wang Po muttered to herself on the balcony. A favored girl beside her covered her mouth and giggled. "Isn't that because Mother has a keen eye and kept him around..."

Wang Po nodded in agreement. "That's right. I just hope this kid can help us earn more. Sigh... I've been running Yihonglou for almost twenty years, and it hasn't improved much. I'm really not satisfied..."

Seeing Wang Po's low spirits, the girl quickly comforted her. At this moment, a servant rushed up in a hurry. "Madam, the noble guest who just came in is being difficult. We've shown him several girls, but he keeps saying they're not suitable and insists on choosing more..."

"Hmm? We have a difficult guest? Fine, I'll go see for myself." Wang Po quickly lifted her skirt and followed the servant to the room.

However, she was stopped at the door by the young master's guards. The two guards, who were strong and had swords at their waists, looked at Wang Po arrogantly and lifted their chins. "Our master said that if the girls you bring him don't satisfy him, he'll destroy your Yihonglou."

Wang Po quickly put on a smiling face and tried to talk them down, but they ignored her. In a fit of anger, Wang Po's eyes darted around. "Quick, get Wang Yang over here."

"Mother, Wang Yang is a man, not a rabbit. This isn't a rabbit house..." The girl beside her widened her beautiful almond eyes in surprise.

Wang Po glared at the girl and scolded her. "I don't care if he's a rabbit. Since he brought the guest in, and now he's making things difficult for us, who else can clean up this mess?"

After a short while, Wang Yang was called over, looking bewildered as Wang Po sprayed saliva all over his face before he finally reacted.

"Damn, what's the rush, old lady? Since he came to our place, he must have some needs. If he has needs, it's easy to handle. It just means you picked the wrong girls. How can you blame me?" Wang Yang rolled his eyes in dissatisfaction.

Wang Po, looking at the door of the room, fumed. "I've shown him fat ones, thin ones, all kinds, and he's still not satisfied. Now you're telling me our girls don't suit his taste? Who could possibly suit his taste?"

Wang Yang, seeing Wang Po's anxious and agitated state, thought for a moment. "Fine, since I brought him in, I'll handle it. But first, call the girls who went in earlier, and let me ask them what's going on."

"Can you handle it?" Wang Po was taken aback by Wang Yang's words and asked him.

"Can't I handle it? What a joke. There's nothing in this world I, Wang Yang, can't do." Wang Yang sniffed arrogantly, his head held high at a 45-degree angle, his chin almost touching the ceiling.

PS: Thank you to the readers Yuan Ban Hai and Ke Gan Min for your generous support. I didn't expect to have two people on the fan list so soon after releasing the book. Thank you, thank you. I will continue to work hard. New books are not easy, so I hope for more support.

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