Traveling back to ancient times: the training plan for strict wife control

Chapter 14 Planning Plan for the No. [-] Brothel in Beijing
"Okay, let me think about it." Mother Hua didn't immediately agree to Qingqing's request. After all, her request was too weird, and she had to ask the boss for instructions before she could give Qingqing an answer.

If someone else made such a request and wore such clothes, Mama Hua would probably think she was crazy, but for some reason, Su Qingqing's self-confidence forced Mama Hua to take her thoughts seriously.

Two hours later, Mama Hua came to a relatively remote mansion. After being notified by a servant, Mama Hua was invited into a living room, gave a light salute to a 27-year-old white-shirted man in the seat above, and said: :

"My lord, I bought a new girl recently, and I came here to ask my lord for instructions on something."

"Mother Hua, haven't you always been in charge of Huamanlou's affairs? Don't bother me with such trivial matters?" The white-clothed young man said lazily, probably just waking up from a nap and drinking tea to refresh himself.

"But, this girl is really different." Mama Hua hesitated for a moment and said.

"What's the difference? Is it too beautiful or too ugly? You can handle it at your own discretion." The young master said impatiently.

"She is a great beauty, although she is not as coquettish as Die Er, but she is in her own style, but her behavior is really puzzling to me." Mama Hua said.

"Oh? Come and listen." The young master asked unhurriedly.

"As soon as she came, she asked to be a performer instead of selling herself, and even negotiated terms with the old man, saying that she wanted to make Huamanlou the number one brothel in the capital."

"Oh, that's quite arrogant. Mama Hua is already old, so she will still be deceived by a girl's film?" The white-clothed boy said, but a little curiosity arose in his heart. He has seen many ways of girls avoiding receiving guests. Yea, this is the first time I've heard of such a deceitful statement.

"At first I thought she was talking big, but then she gave me a copy—well, she said it was a square plan." Mother Hua said, taking out a roll of paper from her sleeve and handing it to Young man in white shirt.

The young master took it, looked at it, and frowned. The girl's handwriting was unique, ugly as long as it was ugly, and many of the words were only written in half, which made him stare at it for a long time before he could barely understand.

"The planning plan for the No. [-] brothel in the capital." The young master read in a low voice, and he couldn't help grinning. It's not surprising that there are many illiterate women, but the handwriting written by most literate women is very delicate. A girl's handwriting looks like some kind of animal crawls.

(End of this chapter)