Against the Concubine Allure: The Evil Emperor, a Powerful Favor

Chapter 50 Give him some color
In the lobby and attic of Bafang Tea House, there was joy, like a festival, men ganged up around the square tables and talked about the lingering love story they had just heard.

And boss Xue of the tea house never expected that letting this girl on stage would have such a wonderful effect!
In the private room behind the stage, Fan Wu rehydrated under the watchful eyes of Boss Xue.

Boss Xue is also a shrewd businessman. He rubbed his chin and thought to himself, if this girl is left behind, then his teahouse might surpass the Piaoxiangyuan next door in the future!Wouldn't it be possible to earn money just by sitting at home?
snort!
Fan Wu was even more secretly excited, so she wouldn't have to worry about being unable to survive in this unaccompanied ghost place!Instead of moving to the sea and building a thatched cottage for the rest of your life, why not live in the capital and enjoy the prosperity of the capital!
"Pa—" The teacup was placed heavily on the Eight Immortals table at hand.

Boss Xue raised his brows slightly, "Miss Shan, how do you want to cooperate with someone Xue?"

The only way to do it in shopping malls is to let the other party ask for conditions first!

"I'm a content producer...that is to say, I'm responsible for packaging complete and attractive stories and telling them out. Your Bafang Tea House is just a platform!" Fan Wu was full of disdain. A tea house - it is not an exaggeration to buy a small town down the mountain!

But what kind of person is Boss Xue, how can he fail to hear her belittling words, "Hurry up and say, I still have something to do!"

"I've already talked about this, we people don't speak dark words! I'll let you a little... Seventy-three points!"

"I'm seven and you three...it's not a big problem, it's just—"

"Hey! Boss Xue, you have a big appetite! I seven you three—this is already enough to give you face!" Shan Wu squinted at the old man with a mean face, a greasy middle-aged man!

Boss Xue took a sip of tea and was forced into his throat. He stood up and pointed at Fan Wu's nose and scolded: "You stinky girl, do you want to go to heaven just to give you some color? If I didn't look at it for the sake of that kid Qin Jin , I can let you into my teahouse? Ah!"

"Boss Xue!" Shan Wu suddenly stood up and rushed in front of him, pinching her hands on her waist and trying to raise her face, "Why are you yelling? Am I being yelled at? Ah!"

"You, you clown bitch, are you still playing with me? Do you know that my backstage is tougher than your father?!"

Qin Jin rushed in after hearing the news, held Shan Wu and leaned back, "Okay, okay, stop arguing, you two! At worst, we won't cooperate!"

"Wait a minute—"

Shan Wu pushed Qin Jin away, took a step closer and stretched out her hand towards the greasy man, "Even if you have to leave, what about my pay for tonight? I'll be seven and you three!"

"Xiao Wu...forget it this time?"

"Impossible! My voice is so hoarse!"

"Seven is impossible! Will I give you [-]% at most?" Boss Xue gave in slightly.Tentative question.

"Bah—" Shan Wu's eyes turned black with anger, "Let's not talk about the next cooperation, you give me tonight's reward first!"

Qin Jin came to persuade again, but Boss Xue hit the pain point of Shan Wu, "Why are you so blind? We don't have such rules yet! Don't talk about the first day of trial work - even if you really want to be here with me Do... the first three months are devoted to honoring me, Xue!"

"what?"

Fan Wu was so angry that his seven orifices were filled with smoke, this stinky man actually blatantly exploited the prostitute woman!

If you don't give him color, she is not a woman!

Qin Jin was about to come over to hold her back, but saw her lightly wave her hand...

Fan Wu is still sneering...

Boss Xue's long mouth suddenly slammed twice, feeling that an unknown object had entered his throat, but swallowing seemed to be an illusion.

"Qin Jin! Let's go!"

"Walk?"

A stern voice came from behind them. Several men in fine clothes walked into the private room. They were obviously from the noble families in the capital. Among them was an old man with white beard and hair who looked like a housekeeper. .

(End of this chapter)