Zhou Yi immediately understood the benefits of things mentioned by Zhang Cheng.

At the same time, the doubts were solved. All of my colleagues owned real estate in Beijing and were very generous in spending money when they went out.

With only his monthly salary, Zhang Cheng could not even enter the Chunfeng Tower.

Pill.

Even the lowest level Jing Qi Pill is worth a lot of money.

Yesterday he walked around Beijing, and there were pharmacies selling elixirs. The quality of the elixirs was not as good as the Jingqi elixirs, but the price was only dozens of taels.

Zhang Cheng said: "I will introduce you to a businessman who specializes in buying waste pills and inferior meat. You can use it yourself, but don't sell it at will."

Zhou Yi immediately understood that this businessman must have a deep background, otherwise he would not be able to accept the business of the Ministry of Things.

"Is it okay to do this?"

They secretly resold imperial elixirs, and if the incident happened, they would probably all die.

Zhou Yi doesn't care about the elixirs, but he can't abandon the treasure land of the Demon Slayer Division. How dangerous it would be to slay the demons with his own hands!

Of course, Zhou Yi is very confident about his own strength.

Even if they can't be called invincible, they are definitely the strongest handful.

He just doesn't want to show off, or is rather stubborn, but he's not a fool.

Monsters and ghosts are not fools either. If they can't beat you, they will run away, fight in groups, sneak attacks, traps, poison, and curse...

There is only a thin line between life and death. It is never about being strong that can dominate the world.

"It's inevitable for the officials to accidentally damage the demon materials when handling them. When making elixirs in the alchemy room, it's normal to have a few waste elixirs in each furnace."

Zhang Cheng said: "We are recycling waste!"

Zhou Yi wondered: "Why not just sell it and get more salary?"

There are hundreds of officials in the Ministry of Things, and the pills distributed every month are worth tens of thousands.

The Shangguan can handle it on his own and give more money to the junior officials, and he doesn't have any objections to it.

"They are given to us for disposal, but selling them for money is corruption and perversion of the law."

Zhang Cheng glanced at Zhou Yi and said with rare seriousness: "There are a lot of truths here, you are just a small shrimp and a millet, just go with the flow."

"Thank you for your advice, sir."

Zhou Yi still had doubts in his heart. Seeing that Zhang Cheng was no longer interested in talking, he immediately changed the topic.

"I received a lot of help from you in the past few days. Please accept this pill as a thank you gift."

"You're a quick learner, so you started bribing Shangguan. What I don't need most, Lao Zhang, is money."

Zhang Cheng said no, but happily took the porcelain bottle, his old face full of wrinkles in smile.

"Why don't you be a grown-up? Just call me Lao Zhang from now on."

"Let's go, let's get my salary, and I'll take you to Chunfeng Tower to see a lot of things!"

Chunfeng Tower.

The legendary brothel.

Most of men's yearning for ancient times comes from this.

Located in the most lively Yirenfang in Nancheng, there are already many customers coming in and out before nightfall.

Zhang Cheng was obviously a regular customer. As soon as he came in, he was pulled and pulled by several women and went directly to the second floor.

"The money Xiao Zhou spent will be recorded in Lao Zhang's account!"

Fortunately, Zhang Cheng had not completely forgotten the Book of Changes. Otherwise, if he ate Bawang Chicken, he would not know whether he could pay for it with meat sticks.

The Chunfeng Building is three stories high and adopts a very fashionable hollow style, very much like a modern shopping mall.

There are singing and dancing performances on the first floor, and guests can rest and sleep on the second and third floors.

Zhou Yi walked around and found nothing new except that the girl was pretty, had a good figure, and had a good temperament.

I found a deserted corner, ordered a few dishes, ordered a bottle of wine, and watched the waiters dancing on the stage.

Listening to the bragging from the guests around him, Zhou Yi probably understood the routine of Chunfeng Tower. The Qingguo who was still dancing and singing was just selling his skills and not his body.

When the reputation has accumulated to a certain level, dignitaries will be invited to bid, and then it will be the turn of ordinary wealthy businessmen, and then they will become women on the second and third floors.

"Why does this process sound familiar?"

The nobles took turns performing on the stage, and some scholars composed poems on the spot, praising their appearance and expressing their admiration, which attracted waves of applause.

Just a few words came and went, like a fairy in the sky, a stunning beauty in the world, and I don't know if they were invited to increase their social status.

Until this time.

Zhou Yi couldn't wait for Zhang Cheng to come downstairs. He was worthy of being a third-level expert. He was not tired for more than three hours.

Just as he was about to get up and leave, warm cheers suddenly sounded in the hall.

"Oiran!"

"Miss Mingyue!"

"A gentleman is so kind..."

Along with the cheers, a figure descended from the sky and flew around in a circle with the colorful silk hanging in advance, causing even higher cheers.

"This big job... is too messy!"

Zhou Yi's eyes flashed, and the oiran dancing in the air turned out to be a white fox.

White Fox's strength is about the third level, but his illusion skills are extremely subtle. Zhou Yi didn't even see through it without using his spiritual eye skills.

After the oiran appeared, the atmosphere reached a climax. Many young men in gorgeous clothes were jealous and competed for rewards.

The flattering poems were obviously on a higher level. The poor scholar couldn't compete with the children of the aristocratic family for money, so he had to compete with his literary talents.

Most of what is written in the book is that the oiran admired the scholar's talent and not only stayed close to him, but also offered gold and silver to support his studies. As for things like getting named on the gold list, abandoning your wife and children, don't worry about these little things.

Zhou Yi shook the wine pot, but it was empty. He was about to ask someone to bring wine.

"In front of the oiran, the young master only cares about drinking and does not understand elegance."

The voice was clear and sweet. Zhou Yi turned his head and saw a young man slowly walking over.

At this time, all the guests were full of enthusiasm and wanted to rush to the stage. They were no different from the crazy starstruck fans in their previous lives.

Zhou Yi sat alone in a corner drinking wine, which actually stood out.

Observing the person carefully, he looked handsome and dressed luxuriously, but his throat was too flat and his chest muscles were too developed.

"The young man's surname is Wang Minghao, and he happens to be alone, so why not share a table with us."

"Brother Wang, please let me have a rough guy next week."

Zhou Yi suddenly understood why women in ancient times disguised themselves as men and everyone was blind and couldn't recognize them.

Who wouldn't be able to think something out of a beautiful young lady drinking with you?

Wang Hao asked someone to serve two jugs of wine, including the finest jade jug with ice, and drank with Zhou Yi pretending to be familiar with them.

"Oiran Mingyue Yan is famous in Kyoto. Brother Zhou can't resist its charm. He must be a true gentleman!"

"It's nothing. If you see it too much, you'll become immune."

Zhou Yi said meaningfully: "I work in the Demon Slaying Department, and those fox demons, snake spirits, white fairies and ghosts are no worse than this one on the stage."

Wang Hao looked surprised: "So it turns out that this is a master of the Demon Slayer Department, so disrespectful and disrespectful!"

Unfortunately, the performance level was not up to par, so Zhou Yi slowly put away the waist card on the corner of the table to avoid Wang Hao's embarrassment.

Wang Hao glanced at the dancing oiran and sighed: "Some people have seen too many ghosts and ghosts and are still addicted to beauty. What special skills does Mr. Zhou have?"

Zhou Yi followed her gaze and saw that under the stage, a young man in a blue shirt with extraordinary temperament was in the front row, painting with a brush.

From a perspective that does not understand the art of painting, the young man's painting skills can be regarded as superb.

"Let me ask you, does the oiran's shit smell?"

"Forehead?"

Wang Hao's eyes lit up, and he covered his smile with his orchid finger: "This oiran probably doesn't poop, but he is good at farting, very smelly!"

This was the first time I saw a young lady disguised as a man. She was so handsome. Zhou Yi would definitely beat the pretender to death.

"That's enough, the oiran also farts, how can you let people indulge in it?"

"Haha, Brother Zhou, wait a moment, I'll be right back."

Wang Hao, with a light figure, shuttled among the crowd and said a few words in the ear of the young man in blue shirt.

The blue-shirted young man's face turned dark. Looking at the lifelike and fairy-like pictures of ladies, there was no sense of beauty at all.

"Disgraceful to politeness!"

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