Chapter 4

"Ah, I see..." After the seven or eight girls chattered in front of Wang Yang for a while, he finally understood. Holy crap, he never thought he would encounter such a situation. It was just that he never imagined a young nobleman would have such peculiar tastes, truly unique.

"What, do you know what kind of woman that young master is looking for?" Wang Po, seeing Wang Yang's confident expression, couldn't help but ask curiously.

Wang Yang's face showed a sinister smile that made everyone present feel a chill. "That's right. Hey, you, go to the kitchen quickly and ask if Aunt Liu, who has already retired to work as a cook, wants to earn some extra money. Or you, Wang Po, can do it yourself."

"You damn brat, what are you up to?" Wang Po was so angry she almost lunged at Wang Yang to strangle him. Although she had originally come from a brothel, she had retired many years ago and hadn't done this kind of work for over twenty years.

Now this brat was actually suggesting she do it, which was clearly a mockery. Seeing Wang Po's fat face almost contorted, Wang Yang quickly took two steps back and hid among the brightly dressed girls. "What's your hurry, old lady? I wouldn't say it if I wasn't confident."

"Are you crazy? Aunt Liu and I are both old. You actually want us to serve a young nobleman who hasn't even grown his hair yet?!" Wang Po was furious.

"Mother, don't worry. I actually think what Wang Xiaoge said makes some sense," the girl who had almost stepped forward to mend Wang Yang's clothes yesterday quickly pulled Wang Po's arm and said.

"How is that possible..." Wang Po was hesitant but still didn't believe it. How could such a young and handsome nobleman have such bizarre tastes?

"Why don't you try? Don't worry, in my opinion, you should quickly send someone to find Aunt Liu, have her freshen up and come over." Wang Yang's words still made Wang Po somewhat skeptical.

Wang Po thought for a moment and finally nodded fiercely, her eyes glaring at Wang Yang. "If you really anger that young master and he smashes my place, I'll sell you to the Rabbit Building next door to pay off the debt."

"Damn, I knew you had no good intentions." Wang Yang was furious, rolling up his sleeves and pointing like a sword.

"Alright, alright, Mother, why are you so anxious? What time is it now? We should wait for Aunt Liu to come and see the situation first..." The pretty girl, with a face of mixed emotions, quickly mediated.

This way of addressing her seemed different from how the other girls in the building called Wang Po, making Wang Yang look at her again. He couldn't see any similarity between this sexy and alluring girl and Wang Po.

Wang Po and Wang Yang glared at each other until Aunt Liu appeared, and they finally averted their gazes.

"What do you want, Sister?" Aunt Liu, compared to the stout Wang Po, was much slimmer. Already in her fifties, she never thought she would have to come out of retirement. So she was somewhat hesitant.

"That... are you really sure you can do it?" Wang Po looked at her former colleague, who had retired at the same time as her. Seeing her wrinkled face, her smile had no charm, only the kindness of a grandmother, making her even more doubtful.

"Trust me, Aunt Liu. You have to believe in your own charm. Treat him like your grandson or your son, just don't treat him like a customer. You can do it. Come on!" Wang Yang raised his fist and waved it.

Aunt Liu's heart was also pounding. After many years of not doing this, she felt quite rusty. She nervously walked up to the two fierce guards and nervously smiled.

What happened next made the people hiding in the corner of the second-floor parlor drop their eyes. The two fierce guards did not, as they had imagined, fly into a rage and chop Aunt Liu into three pieces.

Instead, they looked at her with strange eyes, stepped aside, and pushed the door open, letting Aunt Liu into the parlor.

The people in the corner had their eyes wide open like rabbits who had been shot with a gun, or like hippos whose jaws had dislocated. They couldn't believe such a terrifying scene.

Good heavens, what the hell is this? Wang Po had been squatting for almost half a cup of tea, and she hadn't heard any furious shouts from inside or seen the two guards rush in with their swords drawn. Her heart finally settled.

Then, with a look of disbelief, she turned around and saw Wang Yang standing not far behind, leaning on the railing, yawning lazily, and looking fearless. After a long time, Wang Po asked in a hoarse voice, "How did you know that young master likes this kind of thing?"

Wang Yang pursed his lips and pointed to his eyes. "See? These are extremely sharp and precise eyes, good at capturing the essence of things..."

"Can you speak in plain language?!" Wang Po was once again infuriated.

"Ah, you don't understand, which only shows that you haven't reached my level..." Wang Yang tossed his head, leaving Wang Po and the girls with a cool back view.

"Why do I feel like I want to kick his ass?" A girl dressed in bright colors clenched her teeth, her eyes fixed on Wang Yang's well-exercised, sexy, and powerful buttocks.

"Me too..." Another girl licked her lips and nodded in agreement.

"Enough, what time is it now? Do you have time to gossip? Get back to work. Brat, don't think you're smart. Next time, if I catch you, I'll show you what I can do." Wang Po, clenching her teeth, said fiercely, but she was thinking something else.

This brat, who looks so straightforward, seems to be easily seen through, but his actions are inexplicably profound. Could it be that this brat's background is not just that of a penniless, freeloading tough guy?

After more than an hour, the young master finally came out of the parlor with a satisfied smile. Before leaving, he looked back inside with lingering desire and then slowly descended the stairs. When he saw Wang Yang still standing at the entrance of the Yi Hong Building, he couldn't help but whisper to his guard.

"Brat, you have good luck. This is a reward from my young master." The guard walked up to Wang Yang and placed a small silver ingot in his palm.

Watching the master and his two servants leave slowly, Wang Yang pinched the silver ingot in his hand, pursed his lips, and glanced at the surrounding companions. "What are you looking at? This is just a little silver. If you were really generous, you should have given me fifty strings of cash."

The others were very disdainful of Wang Yang's behavior of being satisfied with a small gain, but they didn't dare to say anything, only showing a face of deep agreement as if they really agreed with Wang Yang's point of view.

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