National Simulation: I have countless talents

Time flows like water.

In the blink of an eye, 15 years have passed.

In the past 15 years, the women in Haitian Yise Building have changed from batch to batch.

Some have made enough money and choose to be good.

There are also some who are old and decrepit. Although they still want to continue to work and shine for Haitianyiselou, no one cares about it.

There are only so many places in Haitian Yise Building, one pit for each woman.

Outside, there are still many young, beautiful, and graceful women waiting to start work.

In addition, even the landlord has changed, and the original landlord is dead.

Now it is his son who takes over.

More than ten years later, Wang Pan is still as stable as an old dog, and has become the veteran of Haitian Yiselou.

Take Haitianyiselou as a home, and use actions to explain what is called an iron king plate and flowing soldiers.

The soldiers here are naturally referring to the girls in the Haitian Yise Building.

Over the years, Wang Pan has been like a great general who has returned in triumph, killing them to pieces.

"When people reach middle age, they can't help themselves. Soak wolfberries in a thermos."

Wang Pan looked stunned, and couldn't help reaching out to touch his waist.

"Strange, what is a wolfberry? What is a thermos?"

After Wang Pan finished speaking, he froze in place.

"Master, it's getting late, it's time to rest."

The new oiran of Haitianyiselou looked at Wang Pan expectantly, his eyes flickered, captivating.

"I'm coming!"

Seeing Hua Kui's appearance, Wang Pan couldn't help moving his index finger and pounced on it.

People should exercise more when they are old. Just as Wang Pan was halfway through the exercise and was sweating profusely, Wang Pan suddenly paused and stopped.

"Strange, I seem to have forgotten something."

Wang Pan fell into deep thought and lost his mind for a moment.

"Master, why are you still?"

The oiran's face was flushed, and she sensed something was wrong at the first moment, and couldn't help but opened a pair of narrow and coquettish eyes like a fox.

The ghost knows how much perseverance the oiran used to restrain the urge to scold her.

There is no one who stops suddenly when exercising halfway through the exercise.

But there was no way, the oiran still wanted Wang Pan, but she had no choice but to humble herself and flatter Wang Pan.

Trying to get Wang Pan to continue exercising.

"Come here first today, you can go out."

Wang Pan pulled back, his face sinking like water.

Wang Pan was extremely irritable in his heart, always feeling that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell.

And my memory seems to be getting worse and worse, and I always forget some things.

Maybe what I said in the last second, I can't remember it alive in the next second.

And Wang Pan found that his health was getting worse and worse.

From when I first arrived at Haitian Yise Building, I singled out all the girls who were free in Haitian Yise Building, without taking a breath. Now, just being an oiran makes me feel powerless.

This is not normal.

Maybe it's normal to put it on other people. After all, as long as you work hard, an iron pestle can be ground into a needle.

But every time Wang Pan looks for excuses to excuse himself, trying to convince himself that this is normal.

There is a faint voice in my mind telling me that with my body, such a situation will never happen!
"Ah this?"

The oiran was dumbfounded, this was not the same, which made the oiran extremely uncomfortable.

"Master, don't you like being a concubine?"

Oiran is naturally unwilling to give up like this, after all, tonight is still very long, the long night is long, and it is difficult.

The oiran burst into tears, and looked at Wang Pan aggrievedly.

"I'll let you out!"

Wang Pan was already extremely irritable in his heart, and seeing Hua Kui kept pestering him, Wang Pan couldn't help but explode.

The relationship between Wang Pan and these women is just what they need.

Wang Pan was greedy for their bodies, and they took advantage of Wang Pan's fame.

In essence, the relationship between the two parties is a transaction.

Wang Pan has never been emotional, how big a pit must be in his brain to be emotional with a prostitute?

Seeing that Wang Pan was angry, the oiran also got scared.

Haitianyiselou can live without an oiran, but it cannot live without Wangpan.

In terms of status, Wang Pan is not weaker than the landlord in the Haitian Yise building.

The owner of Haitian Yise Building almost confessed to Wang Pan as if he was his own father.

What if he made Wang Pan unhappy and was poached by another brothel?

The oiran put on her dress and left crying.

Wang Pan's only son sat on the bed alone, wondering what he was thinking.

The shadow under the candlelight swayed with the fluctuation of the flame, as if it came alive.

Wang Pan sat like this all night, until after dawn, the maid serving Wang Pan knocked on the door, and Wang Pan came back to his senses.

Wang Pan stretched out his hand and let the maid dress him up.

Afterwards, the maid served Wang Pan to wash.

When the maid took away the towel for wiping Wang Pan's face from Wang Pan's face, Wang Pan suddenly spoke and stopped the maid.

"Is there a mirror?"

Wang Pan asked the maid.

"Mirror? Sir, what is a mirror?"

The maid replied suspiciously.

"Then what kind of makeup do you usually use to dress up, and how do you see your own appearance?"

Wang Pan's heart could not stop sinking, and at the same time Wang Pan found that his memory was fading rapidly.

"Answer me! How do you see your own face!"

Wang Pan's face was full of urgency, and he grabbed the maid's shoulders, losing control of his emotions.

Wang Pan noticed something was wrong. He seemed to have never seen a mirror since he was a child, and he had never seen anything other than eyes that could reflect the appearance of others!
But why can I know the mirror and know that I can use the mirror to reflect my appearance when I have never seen or heard of it? !

Wang Pan had a hunch that the answer to this question was very important to him!
Before the memory faded, Wang Pan wanted to know the answer.

The next moment, Wang Pan's face showed confusion.

He let go of the maid's hand, and seeing the terrified look on the maid's face, Wang Pan waved her hand to let her back down.

"Strange, why did I grab the maid's shoulders?

This maid looks like cardamom in [-] years, she doesn't have anything she wants, how could I lose my composure? "

Wang Pan shook his head, puzzled.

"Doing things carelessly."

Wang Pan looked at the washbasin on the side and frowned.

The copper basin was filled with water, and the water was still. When Wang Pan looked down, not to mention Wang Pan's face was reflected in the copper basin, there was not even an outline or a blurred shadow!
But Wang Pan was used to such a weird scene, and didn't notice anything wrong.

From this day on, Wang Pan's life has not changed much. He is still a quality inspector every day, improving the service quality of the girls in Haitianyiselou.

In the blink of an eye, Wang Pan was already very old.

Everyone in the literary world, the older you get, the more popular you become.

So even though Wang Pan is now a bad old man, the woman around him is still young and beautiful.

A person will not be forever, but there will always be someone.

During this period, Wang Pan briefly woke up several times and realized something was wrong, but he forgot it in the blink of an eye just like before.

Wang Pan has already moved out of the Haitian Yise Building. After so many years, Wang Pan's savings are enough for Wang Pan to live in the imperial city very comfortably.

Being able to live in a big house, have several shops under his name, and thousands of acres of fertile land, I have to thank the girls of Haitianyiselou over the years.

Most of the money was generously donated by these girls, but Wang Pan didn't think he was being soft.

Didn't you also teach me everything?

This is physical work. It is reasonable and reasonable to pay for the labor and get paid.

Another part of the money is the year-end bonus given to Wang Pan by the owner of Haitian Yise Building.

Wang Pan felt that his life was worthwhile.

Lying on the rocking chair, with the sun shining on his body, Wang Pan's cold and numb body felt a bit of warmth.

There are a few maids beside him, serving Wang Pan wholeheartedly.

The experience of a lifetime flashed through Wang Pan's mind like a horse watching a lantern.

Wang Pan was full of fear.

"Am I going to die?"

Wang Pan murmured softly.

It is said that before a person dies, he can recall the images of his life experience.

At this time, Wang Pan's hair was pale and dry, and his body was covered with age spots.

The body is extremely thin, like skin and bones.

The eye sockets are sunken inward, and the eyes are cloudy.

Wang Pan no longer had the high-spirited spirit when he was young, and the demeanor of Fang Zun when he was middle-aged.

Some are just an old man in his dying years, born of an instinctive fear of death.

Wang Pan closed his eyes, barely breathing.

A maid changed her expression, stretched out her finger, and tested Wang Pan's nose. The master passed away, and the maid was happy instead of sad, and trotted away.

The rest of the maids didn't seem to notice, they were doing their own thing.

"Hahaha, that old thing is finally going to die, he is really alive, almost drove me away!"

An elderly butler was overjoyed when he heard the maid's words, and couldn't help laughing.

Wang Pan had no family and no heirs.

But there are several shops, thousands of acres of fertile land, and this big house.

These assets may not be worth mentioning to some powerful or wealthy businessmen in the imperial city.

But for the housekeeper, it is undoubtedly a great opportunity.

In the imperial city, every inch of land is precious, just selling this big house is enough to make him live comfortably for the rest of his life.

Not to mention there are shops and thousands of acres of fertile land.

It has been 20 years since the housekeeper came to Fuchu.

At that time, Wang Pan was already in his early 60s.

From the very beginning, the housekeeper had the idea of ​​eating out his family, but he waited and waited, but he didn't see Wang Pan die.

By now, the butler is in his early sixties.

Even the housekeeper's son was taken away.

In ancient times, the average life expectancy was only in the thirties, and the eldest son of the housekeeper was already in his forties when he died, which was not considered an untimely death.

The butler had doubted more than once, maybe he would not be able to survive Wang Pan.

But I didn't expect that in the end, it was my own fate that made it to this day.

"My lord!
What's the matter with you, sir? !

Don't scare me!

Okay, why did you just leave!

How can we live without you! "

The butler's potential exploded at this moment. The butler, who has always had the problem of old cold legs, is walking like flying.

Before anyone entered the yard, the voice had already come in.

As if his father had died, his tone was so sad that those who heard it would cry and those who listened were sad.

But when the butler rushed into the yard, he was stunned.

"What's the name of the ghost in broad daylight, ahem, I'm not dead yet."

I saw Wang Pan was opening his eyes, looking at himself impatiently,
"Snapped!"

"Didn't you say that this old thing is dying, is it dying?"

The butler was stunned for a moment, then turned around, slapped the maid on the face who had informed him, and asked viciously.

The maid's cheeks were quickly congested and swollen, and five fingerprints were clearly visible.

The maid was also dumbfounded. When she stretched out her hand to test it just now, the master really only saw the air, but not the air.

The housekeeper's face turned blue and white, and he just kept doing nothing.

With a fierce look on his face, he looked at Wang Pan with an unkind expression.

"Clap clap."

"Come on!"

The butler clapped his hands.

"Father, what's the matter?"

A team of nurses rushed in aggressively from outside the courtyard.

The head of a strong man shouted to the housekeeper.

"The master passed away unfortunately, the master was considered a decent person during his lifetime, and he can't lose his dignity after death.

Have a grand funeral.

Prepare for the funeral for the master. "

The housekeeper said to his son.

"Father, isn't this good, master?"

The steward's son turned his head and looked at Shang Wangpan's fire-breathing gaze, feeling a little afraid.

The death of the tiger is still there, Wang Pan has been the master for 20 years, and Wang Pan has been the master since the housekeeper's son can remember.

For so many years relying on Wang Pan to make a living, Wang Pan's power in the heart of the housekeeper's son did not dissipate so quickly.

"Nonsense, I said dead is dead.

You guys, why don't you hurry up and carry the master into the coffin? "

The butler kicked his son and ordered the rest of the guards.

The rest of the guards kept silent, picked up the king plate and left.

It is useless to let Wang Pan struggle.

As Wang Pan got older, he had no heirs under his command.

The steward has hinted many times to the nursing maids in the past two years.

Once Wang Pan dies, directly divide up Wang Pan's property.

At this time, a group of guards who are bitter haha, do not have two money all year round.

And agreeing to the housekeeper to divide up Wang Pan's family property is enough for him and others to transcend class and live a good life.

Seeing that the matter was brought to light, Wang Pan did not die.

Their calculations are in vain, wealth and honor will leave them, this is not acceptable!
Now, the atmosphere has been enhanced to this point, even if the master is not dead, the master must be killed.

Otherwise, once the master reports to the official, he will be the one who dies!
"Put me down!
You bastards, eat mine, drink mine, live in mine, and I'll give you monthly bills!

How dare you treat me like this! "

Wang Pan was a little flustered, his dry and thin arms kept waving, and his legs kept kicking.

Wang Pan didn't expect that he just took a nap, and when he opened his eyes again, the world would change.

This group of servants are really daring, using the status of slaves to conspire to seize the property of the master's family, this is a capital offense in the ancient kingdom of Kongming!

The kind that kills with a thousand knives!

"Master, you have lived for such a long time, it is enough, how many people can live for you for such a long time?

But we are different, we are still young.

We still have a bright future, and we deserve a better life.

My lord, you can die in peace.

If you are not dead, we will feel uneasy with your property. "

The butler's face was almost broken with a smile.

A group of guards carrying the king's plate raised their mouths and walked lightly.

Behind the crowd, a group of maids were chattering and elated, even happier than during the Chinese New Year.

The master fell, and they were full.

Sacrifice the master alone, happy everyone.

Sir, you are a great man!

Because Wang Pan was old, the coffin at home had been prepared a few years earlier.

The whole body is made of ebony. After being polished and polished, the wood is black and shiny, and it sinks when exposed to water.

A group of guards lifted the coffin boards and threw Wang Pan directly into the coffin.

Then before Wang Pan could react, the coffin was closed.

I have to say that ebony is good everywhere, and the sound insulation is also a must.

No matter how Wang Pan shouted, the sound was cut off as soon as the coffin was covered.

A group of people seemed to have rehearsed beforehand, their movements were skillful, and there was nothing superfluous.

A group of maids fell to their knees, crying out of breath, without shedding a single tear.

A group of nurses rolled up their sleeves, raised their sledgehammers, and banged on the coffin nails. What is this called?This is called nailing it.

Make sure that Wang Pan will not lift the coffin and climb out!

What is a professional?

That's called professionalism!
The housekeeper had already thought about it, and kept things simple about Wang Pan's funeral.

First hide Wang Pan's death and dispose of Wang Pan's property.

Then take the money and run away.

After all, if people found out that he had seized the property of the master's family as a slave, he would definitely die.