Chapter 90： Can't do this job

Before Gu Qingcheng's lazy waist was stretched out, Huayuelou became a chicken feather.

There are even many girls who subconsciously look in the direction of Yi Ranju, and the longing in their eyes is ready to come out.

"Miss... I didn't expect the Yunzong Saint Son to be very popular that day, and there were two saints fighting for him."

Xiaoshe couldn't do it enviously. In his opinion, the Yunzong Shengzi was the winner in life that day.

"What do you know!"

Gu Qingcheng's eyes were cold, and he went straight downstairs and walked quickly in the direction of Yi Ranju.

She faintly felt that the scene of the saint stealing the saint son was deliberately arranged.

And if that's the case... it would be terrible!

As she walked, her expression became more and more solemn, because there were more and more people on the road, and almost everyone was rushing in that direction.

Even city guards have come out to maintain order!

It didn't take long for her to get close to Yiranju, and she couldn't do it anymore, because the road in front of Yiran was already crowded with people.

Everyone was eagerly looking into one direction. There was an old house there, which had completely collapsed at this time, leaving obvious traces of battle!

"I heard that the red lotus saint and the water gate saint fought for hundreds of rounds, and finally lost!"

"Really? So amazing! Is it really for the Yunzong Saint Son that day?"

The people next to him kept talking, and Gu Qingcheng listened.

"Isn't it? The sage of the Red Lotus Sect had to do double cultivation with the sage of the Sky Cloud Sect, but the sage of the Water Gate became unhappy and started fighting."

"So exciting!"

"There is something more exciting. It is said that the saint of red lotus is practicing what special exercises. You have to do something with a man, otherwise you will die!"

"Fuck it! This kind of thing is looking for me! Although I am a veteran, I am still worth a fight!"

"You also want to go!"

"You are so beautiful, they are saints!"

Gu Qingcheng's expression became extremely ugly when he heard the discussion in his ear.

She is almost certain that someone is making a ghost behind this, after all, where is such an unreliable saint?

But who would it be? Could it be Chen Chen, the son of Yunzong that day?

Impossible, how could that guy have such a method?

But apart from that guy, she really can't think of anyone else, because this matter also involves the maiden of the water gate.

The one who can persuade a thirty-six sect of saints to do such a thing in spite of face...I am afraid that only the shameless guy.

At this thought, Gu Qingcheng felt an unprecedented sense of crisis in his heart.

She can't think of this kind of method, even if she thinks it out, she doesn't have the resources.

"Damn it!"

stomped her feet bitterly, and Gu Qingcheng returned the same way. The anger he had just vented yesterday was returned ten times as much today, which made her feel very depressed.

and the other side.

There have been countless noble sons who have sent people to Yiranju to find out how to save the red lotus saint.

One by one claimed that the saints are in trouble. They must not die without saving. As good young people in the capital, in this case, they should act righteously...

……

By the next day, the passenger flow in Yiranju has more than ten times higher than usual.

And the sect-like environment inside Yiran also gave this group of people a strange experience.

Yiran has a total of five floors, each with a different sect style, and the same is true for the girls inside.

With the change of their names, their worth has naturally increased a hundredfold, but in just one day, Yiran actually made money that could only be made in the past few years.

When they were free, many girls cried with joy and thanked Chen Chen for their great kindness.

They never expected that one day they would be able to enjoy treatment that Oiran could not.

……

late at night.

An Jiuniang knocked her head a few times in front of her mother's hall.

If my mother is still alive, seeing the situation in Yiran today, I will be able to smile at Jiuquan.

Leaving the mourning hall, with the help of the moonlight, An Jiuniang was surprised to see Chen Chen in a daze in the yard.

You know, tomorrow will be the day of the 36 sorting battles, and the saint son won’t rest earlier. What are you doing?

Thinking of this, An Jiuniang gently moved closer, and whispered: "Shengzi is worried about tomorrow's sorting battle?"

"No." Chen Chen didn't look back, but quietly looked at the bright moon above his head.

"Why is that? Although Jiuniang is dull and can't solve problems for the son, she is willing to be a quiet listener."

An Jiuniang's tone was soft, and in the day before him, the Yunzong Shengzi let Yiran live in the whole atmosphere within a few days. This method of turning her hands for the clouds and hands for the rain made her heart broken.

Now that she suddenly saw that the saint child was showing melancholy, she couldn't help being infected, because the joy brought about by the change of Yi Ran's house disappeared in an instant.

Chen Shen turned around after hearing this, and said softly: "The original plan should be to recruit more new girls tomorrow, cancel it now."

"Huh? Why is this?"

An Jiuniang was a little shocked.

Chen Shen sighed, his expression was a little complicated, and it took a long time to say: "In some industries, even if you do your best, standing at the pinnacle of the industry, it can't bring me the slightest sense of accomplishment."

An Jiuniang's expression dimmed after hearing this.

This line is indeed not a respected industry.

"Shengzi said, how many people in this industry are willing to enter the industry? Most of them are forced by life."

Chen Shen stopped talking, and kept reminiscing in his mind the look of the group of guests like hungry ghosts during the day and the girls' postures pretending to be noble under his instructions.

At this moment, he feels like he really is a bustard.

"After all, I am a person who has experienced modern education. If I can't do this kind of industry, I will feel guilty."

After calming down, Chen Chen recognized himself.

Whether it's living in a brothel or revitalizing a happy residence, it's just a matter of volition.

After the anger had gone, he knew that he didn't like this industry.

Especially when he sees those girls who are gradually getting acquainted with him go to entertain people with sex, he feels uncomfortable.

Because he had seen the real side of those girls, he would cry and laugh, just like ordinary girls, no one is born lowly and likes to do this business.

"Holy Son, what do you think should be done?" An Jiuniang asked.

"Juniang, do you like doing this business?" Chen Chen asked back.

"Actually... I don't like it. When UU read , when I asked the holy child, I was smashed. I thought that Yiran was closed and I was relieved."

An Jiuniang murmured, after listening to Chen Chen tonight, she wanted to understand why she had impulsively spent three hundred spirit stones to invite a saint...

Because she subconsciously wanted Yiran to close down.

"In this case, Yiranju will keep it as it is now. Don't expand anymore. After a while, open another store next to Yiranju. What the girls like to do is up to them to choose."

Hearing Chen Chen's words, An Jiuniang was slightly surprised.

What she felt from the words of the Son was the respect for everyone.

He did not force the girls to change careers and make choices, but to give them an extra option in their lives.

How can the other high-ranking sons have such delicate thoughts? Of course, those people would not have sympathy for a few girls, and even as long as they were mortals, they had little pity.

The man in front of him is really special.

Mingming is a dragon among people in all aspects, but the eyes can accommodate ordinary people.

Just as she was stunned, Chen Chen was already walking towards the living room.

At this time, An Jiuniang subconsciously yelled: "Holy Son! Wait!"

"What's wrong?" Chen Chen stopped.

Looking at Chen Chen’s back, An Jiuniang didn’t know how to speak for a while, and after a while, she gave a salute and said in an extremely serious tone: “It’s the blessing of Jiuniang to know the holy child. Jiuniang is lighthearted, but from I sincerely wish the saint son a prosperous martial arts tomorrow and a smooth journey on the immortal road in the future!"

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