money player

Masami Takatsukasa clapped her hands, and three rows of forty-odd women bowed to Sin Yiu-man in three sections, with "Mr. Sin" being called out repeatedly.

The way they got up was more complicated. Starting with the women from other provinces in the third row, they would get up in groups of two or three, and not in order from left to right or right to left, but rather in a somewhat random manner.

She stood up, her gaze meeting Sin Yiu-man's one by one, her eyes alluring yet not laced with sarcasm, without a trace of provocation, one after another, with a nuanced expression.

The entire third row stood up, and when it was the turn of the Japanese women in the second row, they stood up in the same way and stared at Sin Yiu-man, only their eyes softened and their cheeks were adorned with charming smiles.

The women in the first row, all from the province, maintained a calm gaze and expression, offering no stares, as if they were simply admiring flowers alone in a garden, unaware that they too were flowers being appreciated.

Three rows of women, each with a different charm. Each row of women is further subdivided according to their charm. Just this entrance alone would be worth thousands of dollars.

Sin Yiu-man suddenly felt that he was being a bit vulgar at Ritz Garden, because Ritz Garden had always been profitable. He hadn't been willing to make the tough decision to shut it down for a major overhaul and a complete upgrade, so he could only make minor adjustments. Otherwise, he could have been more refined.

With a change of heart, he took two steps forward and came to the front of the first row. He carefully looked at each woman from left to right, observing the color difference between her face and neck, and whether her hands were plump and round.

He then stood in the middle, scanned the left and right sides, and then walked to the third one from the right.

"Madam, may I buy you a drink?"

The woman reached behind her back with her left hand, and a yellow book (a medical examination book for women engaged in special business) appeared in her hand. She slowly turned to the last page, revealing a laser sticker that read "2nd Quarter Examination Completed." Then she bowed and said, "It is my honor to have Mr. Xian invite me for a drink. I am Zhenzhi."

The act of showing her "health certificate" and the clever use of her stage name demonstrate Masami Takashi's deep thoughtfulness.

Zhenzhi's name fits the naming style of pro-Japanese gentry in Taiwan during the 1920s and 30s. Before 1949, there should have been quite a few women in Taiwan with this name. When the household registration was re-registered, it is estimated that a batch of names were changed because this name is too Japanese.

Xian Yaowen took Zhenzhi's soft hand and led her back to the center, saying to Youba and Zuoliu, "Miss, may I have a drink with you?"

"Okay." The woman smiled and showed him her yellow booklet as well. "I am Ding Hui."

Xian Yaowen nodded to Ding Hui, then led Zhenzhi back to Cai Jintu's side. "Brother Cheng, I want these three. You take them."

"Three?" Cai Jintu was completely confused.

Masami Takatsukasa chuckled and said in Mandarin, "Mr. Sin, would you like me to keep you company?"

“I am very interested in Ms. Takakasa and would like to have a good talk with you.”

Masami Takatsukasa's Mandarin is extremely standard; it's obvious he learned it from someone from the North.

"I'd also like to learn more about Mr. Xian."

Sin Yiu-man released Ching-chi's hand, put his arm around Takatsukasa Masami's waist, and whispered in her ear, "I fell in love with Miss Takatsukasa at first sight. May I invite you to spend the night with me?"

"Mr. Xian, are you always this direct with women?" Takatsukasa Masami said coquettishly.

"I'm not being direct, I'm just willing to try. If you agree, I can win your heart tonight."

“Then I regret to inform Mr. Xian that your attempt has failed. I do not believe in love at first sight, but only in the test of time,” said Takatsukasa Masami, neither humble nor arrogant.

"Miss Takatsukasa is beautiful, speaks beautifully, and her Mandarin accent is even more beautiful. Your Mandarin teacher must be from northern China, as the accent of a southerner is not as standard as yours."

"Mr. Xian knows Kyokaori, so he must have been to Tokyo, right?"

“I have not only been there, but I also know that Takatsukasa Hiramichi’s mother’s surname was Tokugawa and his father-in-law was Hirohito.”

Heimichi Takatsukasa is the current head of the Takatsukasa family. He became widely known last year for marrying Princess Kazuko, the third daughter of Emperor Hirohito. The New York Times published a report with the headline "The Emperor's daughter marries a $20 salaryman".

Masami Takatsukasa said without changing her expression, "I didn't expect to meet such a sensible person as Mr. Saki here."

Xian Yaowen hugged Takatsukasa Masami even tighter. "Miss Takatsukasa, you can rest assured. I have no intention of prying into your secrets."

It's unlikely that Takatsukasa Masami is a spy. Intelligence agencies are unlikely to make common-sense mistakes. Excluding spies, he's not really interested in why Takatsukasa Masami uses a pseudonym. Well, actually, he's even less interested in spies.

"Thank you."

Sin Yiu-man slid his hand down and gently stroked Takashi Masami's buttocks. Her rounded C-shaped buttocks reduced the possibility that she was an oriental woman, born and raised in Japan.

Due to the long-term kneeling and sitting posture of Japanese women, their gluteal muscles are stretched and weakened. Coupled with a low-protein diet, their buttocks are mostly flat or H-shaped. Even naturally perky buttocks can be ruined by postnatal factors. The probability of adult Japanese women having perky buttocks is not high.

He chuckled, withdrew his hand, and looked at Cai Jintu.

Cai Jintu had already chosen two people, and they were leading them over.

“Mr. Xian, let’s go into the room. I’ve prepared some top-notch Japanese cuisine for you.”

"Brother Cheng, please."

The group of six entered the room. Xie Tingyun stood guard outside the screen, while Xian Yaowen and Cai Jintu each sat facing each other behind a table.

Ding Hui sat to the left of Xian Yaowen in a mermaid-like posture, with half of her body pressed against his back and arm, her head resting on his shoulder, and her left hand stroking his arm up and down.

Zhenzhi knelt to his right, about thirty centimeters away, and fiddled with the chopsticks on the table to position them in the most comfortable position for Xian Yaowen to pick up his chopsticks.

Takatsukasa Masami knelt on the narrow right side of the table, diagonally opposite him, holding a bowl of wine in her hands, pouring wine into the pig's mouth. After pouring one, she placed it in front of him, and then poured the other three.

Across from him, a woman was doing the same thing. Cai Jintu waited for the pig's snout to be placed in front of him, then raised it to Xian Yaowen as a toast, "Mr. Xian, I want to thank you for your idea. I toast you."

Sin Yiu-man returned the toast with a pig's mouthful, saying, "Brother Cheng, there's no need for thanks between us, cheers."

"cheers."

As soon as the pig's mouth was brought to his lips, Xian Yaowen smelled a strong aroma of liquor. It was very special; it was Kinmen Baijiu. Taking a sip, he realized it had an alcohol content of over 50%. It was genuine Kinmen Baijiu smuggled in, not the Kinmen-flavored Baijiu that had been re-blended by the Tobacco Monopoly Bureau.

He wanted to curse. Why drink authentic stuff? It's much better to drink the official liquor from the state-owned liquor store. That stuff is diluted with water and has a low alcohol content.

He put down the pig's mouth and said, "Brother Cheng, it's better for the restaurant to serve low-alcohol sake or rice wine. Baijiu is too strong and makes people drunk easily, which is not good for business."

Cai Jintu chuckled and said, "Mr. Xian, this baijiu is no ordinary liquor. It's brewed by a man named Ye Huacheng. While other people's baijiu can only sell for a dozen or so yuan, his can sell for over twenty yuan, and people are scrambling to buy it."

Even Hu Lian took a liking to his skills. First, he ordered that private individuals were prohibited from brewing wine, and then he sent his adjutant to the Ye family every day to demand that Ye Huacheng help the government build a winery.

"Oh? So you mean we might not be able to drink it anymore?"

“It’s hard to say. Sooner or later, Ye Huacheng will be unable to resist and will agree to work for the government. He’ll go from being a family member to a worker, and the baijiu he brews might not taste as good then.” Cai Jintu picked up the pig’s mouth again. “Mr. Xian, you’ve given me some inspiration. I bought all of Ye Huacheng’s baijiu at a high price. After storing it for a while, I’m sure I can make a lot of money from it.”

Sin Yiu-man picked up the pig's mouth and asked, "Brother Cheng, are you preparing to sell this to a distinguished guest?"

"Yes, hoarding and speculating, using it as a signboard here."

Sin Yiu-man gave a thumbs up and sincerely praised, "That's a great idea."

Cai Jintu smiled broadly, "Cheers, cheers!"

After taking another sip of wine, Sin Yiu-man said to Takashi Masami, "Miss Takashi, please take the ladies to enjoy the moon."

Masami Takatsukasa, understanding the implication of the song, clapped her hands, and all the women followed her away.

As the footsteps faded into the distance, Sin Yiu-man asked, "Brother Cheng, are you in the black rice business?"

Cai Jintu said seriously, "I have a shop that sells both public and private goods."

"Can Brother Cheng get the goods from Taiwan Cement?"

"We can get them, but not in large quantities."

“Oh.” Xian Yaowen nodded and said, “I can provide black rice from the mainland. The quality is not very good, but the price is cheap and the quantity is large. I can supply as much as you want.”

How much is one pack?

"80 yuan per ton."

"How much?" Cai Jintu exclaimed in surprise, "Four yuan a pack?"

"It should be 8 yuan per pack. They only have large packs of 100 kilograms, not small packs of 50 kilograms."

Cai Jintu lit a cigarette, thought for a moment, and then said, "Long-term supply?"

"Two years is no problem."

"I'm going to Hong Kong to ship?"

“I’ll drop you off at your doorstep, but Cheng Ge has to walk the last leg of the journey himself.”

After another moment of silence, Cai Jintu gritted his teeth and said, "I want 5000 tons."

"Brother Cheng, black rice won't last long."

"Mr. Xian offered a cheap price, so it won't be hard to sell."

"Okay, we'll hear back in five or six days. Brother Cheng, get ready to receive the goods."

"What other goods does Mr. Xian have?"

“I can provide everything that’s sold on the black market, but I advise Brother Cheng not to touch milk powder, cotton cloth, or medicine.”

"I haven't heard anything about it."

"We'll probably hear it soon."

Cai Jintu hesitated slightly, "Do you have American cigarettes?"

"Tomorrow, or at the latest the day after, someone will come looking for Brother Cheng. You can talk to him. Brother Cheng, don't worry about my feelings. Just bargain if you need to."

Cai Jintu raised the pig's mouth and said, "Cheers."

"cheers."

This time, Sin Yiu-man drank it all in one gulp.

A short while later, the women who had been admiring the moon were called back, and they returned to their rooms to have a drink together.

Ding Hui whispered in Xian Yaowen's ear, "Mr. Xian, let's have a drink of Yingkoudu wine."

Xian Yaowen gently patted Ding Hui's smooth, jade-like legs, "Don't be so rough, I'm afraid I won't be able to control myself."

Ding Hui reached her right hand under Xian Yaowen's right armpit, leaning her upper body weight on him, and said in a coquettish voice, "Mr. Xian is a man who has seen many big scenes, how could he be afraid of a little woman's bluff?"

“Make the false appear real, and the real appear false.” With that, Xian Yaowen’s left hand reached around Ding Hui’s back and pulled her into his arms. He whispered in her ear, “I’ll take you away later and send you straight home. You can make up whatever you want to say tomorrow. I’ll come back in a couple of days to cover it up for you.”

Ding Hui raised her head slightly, her eyes crinkling at the corners, and pressed her lips against Xian Yaowen's earlobe. "I'm not good at lying, but I'm very clean. Why don't you, Mr. Xian, take up your brush and write down the glorious years and the budding beauty?"

Xian Yaowen chuckled, gently bit Ding Hui's earlobe, then released her and whispered, "You speak eloquently and have good writing skills, but it's a bit clumsy. Why don't you go back, find an iron bucket, throw the novel into it, and burn it to ashes?"

Ding Hui's eyelashes fluttered. "Mr. Xian knows I read Mandarin Duck and Butterfly School novels?"

"Among literary figures, the most pragmatic are the authors of the Mandarin Duck and Butterfly School. They write whatever readers like to read. The Mandarin Duck and Butterfly novel has been developing for more than forty years. The insightful authors realized early on that the biggest audience for their works is female readers. By the time you come into contact with Mandarin Duck and Butterfly novels, your own writing skills have already reached a high level."

Sin Yiu-man helped Ting-wai up and made her sit upright. He tilted his head and said, "A rich young master falls in love with me, a prostitute, and an industrial tycoon falls in love with me, a hostess. Isn't this kind of story quite to your liking?"

Dinghui's eyes suddenly lit up with shock; she was terrified that someone had read her mind.

She loved reading novels of the Mandarin Duck and Butterfly School, and was captivated by stories of talented men and beautiful women. Initially, she disliked stories of the "brothel school" and scoffed at the combination of "brothel girl + rich young man/tycoon". However, when reality forced her to become a hostess, she hoped that the plot of the novel would become a reality - a charming business tycoon would take her out of her misery and start a heart-stirring love story.

She didn't want to wait in vain, nor did she want to be passive. Heaven help her, the first customer had the looks of a leading man. How could she bear to miss him? Before she got her body dirty, taking the initiative was the best strategy.

but……

The plot did not seem to be developing in the direction she had expected.

Zhenzhi is a married woman, and Dinghui is a virgin. This was a combination that Xian Yaowen specially chose. The virgin's first move was to drink from the cherry blossom mouth. He almost threw his decades of experience in observing women to the ground and stomped on it. Fortunately, before he could step on her, he smelled the sultry scent of the Mandarin Duck Sect. After a little testing, it was indeed true.

If you choose a healthy young woman, he might be interested in creating a beautiful story. But if she's been poisoned by syphilis, forget it. Let's keep her for someone destined to write a tale of "a domineering CEO falling in love with me, a widow with three mentally challenged children after having tertiary syphilis."

He placed his hand on Zhenzhi's small shoulder, and Zhenzhi understood, changing to a mermaid sitting posture and pressing close to him.

He picked up the pig's mouth and brought it to Zhenzhi's lips, asking, "Can you drink this?"

"Ah."

"Take a small sip."

Zhenzhi parted her lips slightly, bit the rim of the pig's mouth, took a small bite, leaving half a lip print.

Sin Yiu-man didn't care. He pressed his lower lip to the lip print, took a sip, then put the pig's mouth down, picked up his chopsticks, took a slice of sea bream fritters, dipped it in wasabi soy sauce, and brought it to Ching-chi's lips.

After Zhenzhi stopped eating, he put down his chopsticks and said to Cai Jintu, "Brother Cheng, do you know who the leader of the Xiamen gang is?"

"The Xiamen Gang?" Cai Jintu hesitated slightly. "I think his name is Lin Weixiong. His face is flat, like it's been ground down by a millstone. Everyone calls him Ah Bian. Did the Xiamen Gang offend Mr. Xian?"

"The Hengyang Hotel on Hengyang Road is owned by me, 'so.' Today, some people from the Xiamen gang went there to collect insurance fees and made unwanted advances towards the female manager. They were dealt with by my men."

“Mr. Xian, be careful. The Xiamen gang has a policeman as their backer. They are arrogant and capable of doing all sorts of stupid things.”

"I will be careful."

After raising the pig's mouth in greeting, Sin Yiu-man picked up his chopsticks and placed a piece of tuna belly near Ching-chi's mouth.

After Zhenzhi left, he gently stroked her lower abdomen, feeling the creases around her navel, and then moved towards the edge, where the skin felt smooth and supple.

How many children?

"One."

"boy?"

"Ah."

"Am I being good?"

"Very mischievous."

"If you're doing the work, who will take care of the children?"

A faint worry appeared on Zhenzhi's face. "She's five years old and can take care of herself."

"your husband?"

“Him,” Zhenzhi’s expression turned complicated, “we can’t count on him.”

"How many of these were involved in eating, drinking, gambling, prostitution, and prostitution?"

Zhenzhi pursed her lips, remained silent for a moment, and then said, "I used to have all of them, but now I only have two."

"Did your family used to farm?"

"Plant a little bit of everything."

"How many hectares?"

"27A".

“Quite a lot.” Xian Yaowen picked up the pig’s mouth, took a sip himself, and then fed Zhenzhi a sip. “Your Mandarin is very good. Did you teach yourself?”

"I learned it at school."

"Oh, she married into the family from Fujian?"

"Zhangzhou".

"No wonder."

The two chatted quietly. While avoiding direct questions about family background, Sin Yiu-man asked around, sketching out a general outline of Jung-chi's husband's family situation:

A branch of a prominent family, where the men had a tradition of opium smoking, originally owned fields, forests, and several small workshops, enough to support a father-in-law who was addicted to opium and a husband who was addicted to all vices.

During the period of the 37.5% rent reduction, it is possible that someone interfered and forcibly seized the land and forests, which caused my father-in-law to suffer a stroke. My mother-in-law managed to survive for a while by selling off her belongings. When she had almost sold them all, my father-in-law and mother-in-law passed away one after the other.

After her husband became the head of the family, he enjoyed his newfound wealth for only a few days before selling off all their possessions, leaving them penniless.

Zhenzhi looked at the empty rice jar and listened to her son's cries of hunger and her husband's rolling around and pleading on the bed. Helpless, she had no choice but to grit her teeth and use up her last bit of money.

Xian Yaowen picked up some crab roe from the turtle shell and brought it to Zhenzhi's lips. Zhenzhi smacked her lips, and the crab roe entered her mouth. She savored it with relish.

Putting down his chopsticks, Xian Yaowen put his arm around Zhenzhi's waist and whispered in her ear, "Do you know my name?"

"knew."

"I don't know your name."

"Jin Xuan".

"Chen Jinxuan?"

Chen is a common surname among native Taiwanese, and Zhangzhou is the largest source of native Taiwanese.

"Mmm." Chen Jinxuan gently rubbed Xian Yaowen's shoulder. "Lin Chen Jinxuan."

"Lin?"

Sin Yiu-man seemed lost in thought. (End of Chapter)