Juncailou (juncailou)

in the East Street area of Guanlan City, the most famous qinlouchuguan (qinlouchuguan) usually entertains dignitaries, gentry and merchants.

No matter how difficult the world is, there are many rich people who are throwing money at Juncai tower to dye girls.

At this time, on the third floor, in the private room of the elegant seat, push the cup and place the glass to drink.

"Master, come here, let me give you a toast first." The glass lifter is drunk and hazy, with a sense of not being sober.

This man is in his forties. He has a pair of very small eyes. If you don't look carefully, you may not find those two slits.

The man he called the Pope was only in his early twenties. He was dressed in purple and gorgeous robes. He leaned on the chair with his chin in one hand, and smiled with his eyes narrowed. He was full of a charming atmosphere.

Yes, it's seductive!

Boys and girls, beautiful eyes!

Those eyes, hook people very, as if born with a trace of love, see people's heart like a deer bumping like the pounding.

It's not about men and women, it's about old and young.

It can be said that the appearance of the religious leader is more exquisite than that of all the women accompanying the wine. It also attracts a lot of girls' hearts and eyes.

It's true that if you don't get drunk, you'll get drunk. If you don't get drunk, you'll get drunk.

"Today, I have the honor to invite the leader of the church. It's my pleasure." Zheng Cao, with a smile on his face, bowed to the man, turned to Qi Er, who was a little drunk, and said, "Qi Er lengzi, don't you want to add wine to the master? Why do you patronize yourself and drink? "

"Ah, yes." Qi Er hurriedly got up, with a smile on his face, and his small eyes narrowed even more.

The young man, who is called the leader of the church, raises his glass and drinks it all at once.

Push away the waitresses on the left and right sides. It seems that the archbishop is impatient with the women who are trying to stick up.

Zheng Cao laughs, "it seems that the religious master is not satisfied with these mediocre and vulgar powders. It's also true that how many times have these coquettes been made for people, how can the master see them clearly? "

"Pa Pa Pa." Zheng Cao reaches for his hand and strikes it lightly.

Soon after the applause fell, a pimp with a bright Dan Kou and a half old Xu Niang came in, wringing her small waist, smiling and bending. "Dear guests, what can I do for you?"

"Go and find some more decent goods. Remember to clean them. Our Lord, I don't like that kind of unclean thing. "

"Yes, yes."

The Pope sat there smiling, squinting his eyes at the fat officials in front of him.

At this time, after three rounds of drinking, these old ghosts had already ignored any etiquette, and each of them was holding a beautiful woman.

He tapped his fingertips under the table, as if he had been used to this kind of eating meeting with the smell of erosion.

In fact, if Uncle Zheng didn't have a big deal to do today, he would not come to discuss it in person.

Although it was boring, he couldn't help getting excited at the thought of the big business.

Oh, it's not uncle Zheng. It's his predecessor, uncle Zheng. The Pope has a slightly ironic hook.

It is the broken ship that also has three inch nails. Although the former uncle Zheng Guoshu has been copied, he can see that there are still some private goods in his hands according to the rewards he provides.

"This is the Minister of the former Ministry of works."