Old Man Zhao, the legendary healer of Xinghua Village!

"You should already know the prices, so I won't go into details. What kind of package would you like?"

Lu Jinfeng asked expressionlessly.

Zhao Dazhu had no intention of doing *that* with Lü Jinfeng; he was brought here by Lü Jinfeng in a daze.

"Golden Phoenix, you've misunderstood me. I didn't mean to be with you..."

Zhao Dazhu stammered, but Lü Jinfeng interrupted him directly: "What, you don't like me? Fine, go find other women. There are plenty of women here, you're sure to find one you like."

Zhao Dazhu slapped himself before he finally stopped stuttering.

"Golden Phoenix, you've misunderstood. It's not that I look down on you; I just mean I'm not here to find a prostitute."

Zhao Dazhu said earnestly.

Lu Jinfeng scoffed and said coldly, "Stop pretending, old man Zhao. You've come all the way to Perfume Street, and you still say you're not here to find women? If you're not looking for women, what are you doing in a place like this?"

"You don't need to hide it. You've been a bachelor your whole life, and now you're old and have no one to keep you company. I understand you. As long as you don't tell anyone that I'm selling my body here, I won't tell anyone that you come here to see prostitutes."

Zhao Dazhu said, "You've really misunderstood me. I'm not here to find a prostitute. I admit I did have some thoughts about that, but I didn't intend to actually do it. I just wanted to come in and take a look, to satisfy my curiosity."

Lu Jinfeng was furious. Pointing at the door, she shouted, "If you don't want to do it, then get out! I still have customers to entertain, don't waste my time!"

Zhao Dazhu could tell that Lü Jinfeng was determined to do nothing, so he didn't leave but instead sat down on the edge of the bed.

After a moment of silence, Zhao Dazhu said, "Jin Feng, I know your family is struggling. It's already hard enough for a woman like you, to have to support your husband who is paralyzed on one side and can't eat, drink, or relieve himself in bed. Of course, it's not easy for you."

"But...but you can't do this kind of prostitution here. Putting aside whether it's honorable or not, what if you accidentally catch some disease? You're still young, you have decades of life ahead of you, you can't ruin yourself like this."

Upon hearing Zhao Dazhu's words, Lü Jinfeng finally showed some expression, and her lifeless eyes finally showed a hint of emotion.

Her eyes were slightly red, and she forced back her tears as she said, "What can I do? I'm just a woman, uneducated and unskilled, and I can't do manual labor. What other choice do I have besides selling my body?"

"Then...how many times a day do you sell?" Zhao Dazhu asked tentatively.

Lü Jinfeng broke down in tears, sobbing, "How many more times do you want me to sell myself? I'm lucky if I can sell myself once! You should have seen it yourself, there are hundreds of hairdressers on this street, and I'm not even that outstanding. Do you think this business is so easy, that you can just take your clothes off and make countless amounts of money?"

"Can you please not get so agitated? I was just asking because I care about you," Zhao Dazhu sighed.

Lu Jinfeng wiped away her tears before saying, "It's considered good if we can sell something once a week. The economy has been bad these past two years, and there are fewer and fewer Miss Zhaos, while there are more and more prostitutes. The competition is fierce. Moreover, the police come to raid us from time to time, and we have to run away at the slightest sign of trouble."

"Judging from what you're saying, you've been in this business for a long time?" Zhao Dazhu asked again.

"It hasn't been that long, a little over three months, and I haven't made much money yet... Otherwise, I wouldn't be counting on that purple Ganoderma."

Lü Jinfeng wiped away her tears again.

Speaking of purple lingzhi, Zhao Dazhu then asked, "Right, I gave you 15,000 yuan of the money from selling the purple lingzhi, why are you still..."

"You can't do anything with that little money."

Lu Jinfeng sat down next to Zhao Dazhu and began to chatter on and on:

"I asked the people at the central hospital in our county, and they said there's only one way to cure my husband's hemiplegia: nerve bypass surgery. But that surgery is really expensive, costing over 100,000 yuan, and that's just the cost of the surgery itself. Add in hospital fees and other expenses, and it'll probably cost 200,000 yuan."

"I only got 15,000 yuan from selling the purple Ganoderma lucidum. What can that amount of money do? Let alone surgery, it would be gone in a few days in the hospital."

Zhao Dazhu nodded, and then began to ponder it in his mind.

Time ticked by, and the private room remained completely silent.

But just then, a sound came from what seemed like the next private room: a woman moaned and groaned, saying, "Brother, be gentle... it's for the whole night anyway... don't rush... ah... it hurts..."

Although the sound wasn't loud, both Zhao Dazhu and Lü Jinfeng heard it.

Zhao Dazhu coughed, his old face turning red.

Lu Jinfeng's expression also became strange.

"After saying so much, are you going to do it or not? If you're not going to do it, then hurry up and leave, I still..." Lu Jinfeng said defiantly, looking at the wall next to her without looking at Zhao Dazhu.

Zhao Dazhu hesitated for a moment, then his expression gradually became firm.

"We're from the same village, I can't watch you go down a path of no return."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Dazhu grabbed Lü Jinfeng's hand very tightly.

Lu Jinfeng looked at Zhao Dazhu, puzzled, and asked, "What exactly do you mean...?"

"You said the market is bad, and you only get one customer a week, right? In that case, let's do it this way. I'll give you eight hundred yuan a week, just consider it as working for me."

"In that case, you shouldn't come here to work as a hairdresser anymore. Just consider it as me keeping you."

Upon hearing Zhao Dazhu's words, Lü Jinfeng was completely stunned.

She stared blankly at Zhao Dazhu, unable to come to her senses for a long time.

"What do you think?" Zhao Dazhu asked again.

Lu Jinfeng then came to her senses, her cheeks flushed, and she said in great shock, "Old Zhao, are you serious? You're not joking with me?"

"Of course I'm not joking with you. Do I look like I'm joking?" Zhao Dazhu laughed.

"Are you really planning to keep me as a sugar daddy? Eight hundred a week, that's three thousand two a month. Do you even have that much money? You only got ten thousand from selling the purple lingzhi today, which is barely enough to support me for three months at most..."

Lu Jinfeng said in disbelief.

Zhao Dazhu held Lü Jinfeng's hand and said in a more emphasizing tone, "First of all, I'm not keeping you as a mistress. I mean, just consider it as me keeping you as a mistress, and I don't need you to serve me."

"Secondly, don't worry about whether I have that much money; I have a way. Since I dare to say this, I'm confident I can support you!"

Lu Jinfeng hesitated for a moment, then said, "So you mean you'll give me eight hundred yuan a week, and I won't have to do anything?"