Chapter 6

In the blink of an eye, Wang Yang had already been in the Song Dynasty for nearly half a month. During this time, he had led his team to repel multiple incidents of local ruffians disrupting the business at Yi Honglou. He also led the team to suppress several cases of customers trying to get away without paying.

Due to Wang Yang's extraordinary combat skills and his eloquent tongue, coupled with his strong personal charm, in less than half a month, all the servants and enforcers at Yi Honglou had fallen under the spell of his powerful charisma. Wang Yang had become the de facto head of Yi Honglou's security force.

The only thing that troubled Wang Yang was that the girls at Yi Honglou looked at him with eyes like those of blood-sucking female mosquitoes, often coming over to flirt with him. If Wang Yang didn't have the noble heart of a gentleman and the steadfast character of a revolutionary, he might have really been seduced by these alluring beauties.

Especially that little vixen, Yi Yi, whose affectionate eyes always followed Wang Yang around. However, this woman was not simple. Wang Yang learned from the enforcers that Yi Yi was the daughter of Wang Po, who had always doted on her. Wang Po had spent a fortune to have her educated, making her proficient in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting—a typical scholar-type rich and beautiful girl.

Growing up in the environment of Yi Honglou, although she appeared alluring and affectionate, many people had been bewitched by this enchantress, yet none of them had managed to gain any advantage.

There was even a rumor that it was easier to win the favor of Yi Honglou's top courtesan than to taste the sweetness of Liu Yi Yi. This was said to be the comment of an experienced old hand in the pleasure quarters, which made Yi Yi's reputation even greater.

However, Yi Yi was not a courtesan but the young mistress of Yi Honglou, and her mother, Wang Po, was a formidable woman known for her sharp tongue. Few people dared to provoke her.

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"What are you thinking about, young Master Wang? Could it be that you're missing me?" At that moment, a soft and sweet voice suddenly sounded in Wang Yang's ear, a warm breath brushing past his earlobe, almost making him fall to the ground from the tingling sensation.

"Damn! Miss Yi Yi, you're a woman. Can't you have some decency? Is it fun to flirt with a penniless guy like me who's signed a contract with your mother?" Wang Yang turned his head helplessly, and as expected, it was the alluring and curvaceous Liu Yi Yi.

Hearing this, seeing Wang Yang's helpless expression, Liu Yi Yi couldn't help but cover her mouth and giggle, her breasts trembling with laughter, making Wang Yang's eyes bounce up and down like rubber balls.

"Alright, I came to find you on my mother's orders. Come with me..." Liu Yi Yi laughed and then gently pulled Wang Yang up the stairs to the second floor.

Feeling the warmth of her soft, boneless hand, Wang Yang was momentarily stunned. "What does your mother want with me?"

"Perhaps my mother finds you handsome and smart and wants you to marry me." Liu Yi Yi turned back and smiled seductively.

"Damn! Your mother only has two thoughts: to kill me or to exploit me." Wang Yang rolled his eyes, remembering the saying, "In this world, only women and small people are hard to deal with."

"Master Wang, we have a difficult guest today. I'm not sure how to handle him, so I thought of you." When Wang Po saw Wang Yang being dragged over by Liu Yi Yi, she rarely smiled and said to him.

"Do you really think I'm your expert for handling difficult customers?" Wang Yang looked at the smiling Wang Po, pursed his lips, and said disdainfully.

Wang Po immediately got angry, her cheeks quivering as she pointed at him and shouted, "You eat my food, use my things, and wear my clothes. What's wrong with using you? I've been on this street for decades, and I've never seen a little brat who dares to be so insolent to me..."

Liu Yi Yi, looking at the two arguing fiercely, couldn't help but intervene, pulling them apart. "Mother, you're an old lady. Why bother with him? Brother Wang, you too, what's the point of arguing with my mother..."

Finally, Wang Po stopped arguing with Wang Yang and turned to a middle-aged woman who was in charge, who then explained the situation to Wang Yang.

It turned out that a guest, about forty years old, had come to Yi Honglou. Although he was dressed simply, the quality of his clothes revealed that he was not an ordinary person. He had entered Yi Honglou in a suspicious manner.

In a private room on the second floor, he first chose a girl but found all of them too delicate and lacking in spirit. After a long time, he finally chose one. However, after a short while, he made a request that frightened the girl so much that she found an excuse to escape and seek help from Wang Po.

Wang Po was also confused and didn't understand the guest's preferences, so she quickly sent Liu Yi Yi to ask Wang Yang, the seemingly young but experienced old hand, if he had any ideas to handle this difficult situation.

Hearing this, Wang Yang couldn't help but smirk. "Wow, the capital of the Song Dynasty, Bianliang, truly lives up to its reputation as the world's capital. Even such a unique taste is catered to here."

It seemed that the entertainment industry in the Song Dynasty was still lagging behind the times. Perhaps items like candles, whips, handcuffs, and collars were not yet standard equipment in the special entertainment industry.

Wang Yang stood there, stroking his chin, with an evil and lecherous smile on his face. His eyes darted around, clearly full of mischief.

"Brother Wang, can you stop smiling? Your smile makes me feel cold. Do you have any ideas?" Liu Yi Yi couldn't help but gently push Wang Yang's waist and pouted.

"Of course, I have ideas. But... Miss Wang Po, shouldn't you show some appreciation for my efforts?" Wang Yang quickly extended his hand and made a gesture of counting money.

"… What do you mean by that?" Everyone looked at Wang Yang, confused by his gesture.

Damn! Wang Yang suddenly realized that this was the Song Dynasty. Even in Sichuan, they used paper money, but in Bianliang, they wouldn't be familiar with the gesture of counting money.

"It's simple. Shouldn't you pay some consulting fee or something? Otherwise, it's not fair to keep asking me, a mere servant of Yi Honglou, to handle these issues, right?" Wang Yang smiled and raised his eyebrows at Wang Po.

"So, you're just trying to extort money?" Wang Po's eyebrows shot up, and she said in a harsh voice.

"Nonsense, I'm just asking for fair compensation. Do you really think I'll work for you for free my whole life?" Wang Yang, not one to be easily intimidated, raised his eyebrows and puffed out his chest, standing up to Wang Po.

Even if he were boiled in a pot, his tongue would still be as elastic as a living relic.

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