This prince belongs to me

Chapter 89

Third, the brothel is the only place where you can come to advertise as long as you spend money. Although away casinos and the like are also possible, there are too many men there, so advertising is useless.

and so……

"Son, you are so amazing!"

"Those are rouge, what are the rest?"

"I really like it. Tonight, the slave family will definitely not let the young master down!"

Whether it's Ling Qianying's premium rouge or her homemade cream, the outer packaging is extremely delicate and gorgeous.

The women in those brothels naturally don't use such high-quality goods on weekdays.

Therefore, it is conceivable how greedy they are.

Ling Qianying put down the folding fan, cleared her throat, and said in a deep voice.

"These are all high-quality rouge, you all have a share tonight, but..." Ling Qianying changed her voice.

"The top grades are also divided into three, six, and nine grades. Whoever has the best drinking capacity tonight, I will give her the best box!"

Ling Qianying put the folding fan aside with a confident face, picked up the largest and most delicate small porcelain cup, and slowly opened it.

Under the candlelight, the paste in the box is crystal white and transparent, exuding a faint and haunting fragrance, which makes people unforgettable.

"This cream is called suet cream. It is made in secret above the sea. At present, there is only one box of this in the whole capital. It is hard to find for a thousand dollars!" Ling Qianying said calmly, with the unrestrained style of a rich son who spends money like water.

When those women heard it, their eyes were straightened, and some saliva was about to flow down.

"My lord, when will it start!"

"Yes, sir, our sisters will take good care of you tonight!"

"You can only rest when you're drunk!"

Ling Qianying was secretly proud of herself. Sure enough, women are the same creatures no matter what century they are.

If it's those rich daughters, wealthy wives...

Tsk tsk, Ling Qianying narrowed his eyes, as if he saw Qiantu Wuliang himself.

"My lord, I would like to offer you a toast!" A woman in green interrupted Ling Qianying's flirting.

The cup had already been brought to his mouth, Ling Qianying suddenly smiled and took it generously.

"Qingqing, right? Tonight, let's get drunk!" Ling Qianying said boldly with a low voice on purpose, waving her big hand.

The group of women were extremely excited after hearing this, and they rushed to drink one by one.

……

two hours later

Those women all drank and fell down one by one, leaving only the last woman in green who hadn't passed out, and was also dizzy.

Ling Qianying sat calmly on the teacher's chair, crossing Erlang's legs.

"Bingyan, give them a share of these things, and give her the best of this box!" Ling Qianying said calmly.

"Yes!"

Bingyan walked over, picked up boxes of premium rouge on the table, and distributed them one by one.

He gave the biggest box to the woman in green.

After finishing these, Ling Qianying checked out and left.

……

One day, two days, five days passed...

Ling Qianying had already sold that shop, and it was naturally Chu Tianqing's money that was spent.

Locked in the house, she elaborated the drawings, recruited craftsmen, and was renovating the shop.

"Miss, tell me, can it really have an effect?" Bingyan was a little nervous. After so many days, there was no movement at all.

Ling Qianying studied the pharmacopoeia without raising her eyes.

"It's not a hormone, it can't be so fast!"

(End of this chapter)