Records of the Cattle and Horses of Chang'an

Jiang Shangxian thought of the two evil spirits waiting outside Pingkangfang, so he had no choice but to admit his mistake first: "I am sorry for you in this matter."

She stood up and carefully checked the door to make sure no one was eavesdropping. Then she sat back down and told Wu Sanniang everything in a low voice. Finally, she said seriously, "I didn't tell them your name. If you don't want to, it's okay. I'll go out and tell them."

How can you say she hasn't thought it through, but she has a bit of a gangster personality. When you are in this gang, the most important thing is loyalty. This matter is her own, and there is no reason for her to drag others into it.

Although Wu Sanniang's face turned pale after hearing this, she didn't get angry with her. She had been in the entertainment industry for many years, so she naturally thought more than Jiang Shangxian. She swallowed the mutton in her mouth, sucked on her fingers, and then said, "Do you know how many people like me there are in Jinfenmeng?"

Jiang Shangxian wasn't working as an HR consultant at Jinfenmeng, so how could he know this? He shook his head, not understanding what she meant.

"There are thirty-four dancers, forty-two prostitutes, and twenty-one singing girls in the building, which adds up to ninety-seven people. If any of them were missing, Mom would definitely be worried. I've heard of the Chang'an disappearance case before. Although I didn't count them, if any of them were missing, Mom would have sent people out to capture them all over the city long ago. But I haven't seen any such movement these days."

The meaning of this statement was very clear. She felt that the person who died was not Jinfenmeng's wife.

Jiang Shangxian breathed a sigh of relief. If that was the case, then it had nothing to do with Wu Sanniang. That was all good.

"As for the elderly people you mentioned, apart from the brothel madam, there are only those who live in the back at their own expense. Those owners have saved money and redeemed themselves, but they have spent most of their lives in this building. They have no one to rely on when they are old, so they just stay here. I have never been familiar with them and rarely deal with them on weekdays." Wu Sanniang has seen many dignitaries, and she is not afraid of him, as he is only the Shaoqing of the Dali Temple, since she has not committed any crime.

Jiang Shangxian nodded his head in agreement, "Sanniang is absolutely right. With so many people, how can I possibly remember them all? I can't even remember the names of all the people in Lexian Tower."

Wu Sanniang couldn't help laughing at her pretentious appearance. She pointed at the incense burner on the table and said, "If I'm not entertaining guests, I won't use this incense. If you smell this on me, it means I've been burning incense in this room every night. The smell will never go away."

Although she was a dancer, she served dignitaries in this place. The term "dancer" only sounded better than "prostitute", and the work they did was almost the same. As long as they were willing to pay, they had to serve, and of course there was no lack of charm to liven up the night.

"Then do you know of any other companies that would use your kind of Spring Night Charm?"

"No." Wu Sanniang was very straightforward. Without thinking, she lowered her voice and said the little secret: "Ordinary incense can be bought in the spice shop. As for this one, we didn't buy it with our own money. It was given by my mother. Only people like us who have some status in the building can use it."

At the end of her speech, she raised her chin with some pride.

Jiang Shangxian: "..."

Well, this spirit is worthy of admiration. She wants to excel in whatever she does, and even eat the hottest shit. She understands!

The corner of the wall outside the north gate of Pingkangfang.

Cui Bianxu's posture is tall and sharp like a peerless sword. If Jiang Shangxian were to say it, no matter how much he dislikes this man, he can only praise him with one sentence: What a good sword.

Crouching beside the Mirror Sea like a Squirtle, bored as a troll, he would occasionally glance up at the scorching sun in the sky. He couldn't help but regret not having the nerve to eat a bowl of that delicious food at Lexianlou. His mouth was dry. "Shaoqing, could Miss Jiang have run away? Why hasn't she come out for so long?"

"Run?" Cui Bianxu glanced at him with a hint of disdain, thinking that his subordinate might have some mental issues: "The monk can run away, but the temple cannot."

A young lady who hasn't even reached marriage age, running away? That's hilarious. Let her run for a day before chasing her. If you can't catch her, he'll write the three characters "Cui Bianxu" upside down!

Cong Jinghai was just too bored waiting, and he was just trying to make conversation: "I didn't lose a young lady yesterday, I wonder how it's going today."

Yesterday they rescued Jiang Shangxian, and the patrolmen from the Jinwu Guards also rescued one, but they failed to catch the man, and the criminal got away.

"Wang Mingqian is a termite, huh."

Although they belong to the same Five Surnames and Seven Noble Families and are not from the same place, Cui Bianxu and Wang Mingqian have known each other since childhood. They are of similar age and family background, and have been silent and long-distance competitors since childhood.

Whenever there is a way to hurt the other person, he will never hold back.

But he could curse, but Zong Jinghai couldn't, so he could only look around with a silly smile, pretending to be very busy.

Being a leader is temporary, but offending people is lifelong. He knows the priorities!

"Hey, Miss Jiang is back!" Cong Jinghai felt that Miss Jiang had come at the right time. It was better to arrive at the right time than to arrive early. He was just in a bad situation to respond!

Cui Bianxu had been staring at the north gate of Pingkangfang, so naturally he saw the little shacha yellow head at first sight, with the bowl in its hand. It was really unreasonable for a young woman to be dressed in such an eye-catching outfit. This young lady Jiang had lived a too rough life.

"Shangguan." Jiang Shangxian came over hurriedly and bowed. Without waiting for them to ask, he took the initiative to say, "I have already made an agreement with her, but there is one thing..."

Seeing her coming alone, Cui Bianxu's face was already filled with displeasure. Her hesitancy made him even more dissatisfied. He frowned and asked impatiently, "What else is there? Are you refusing to assist the Dali Temple in handling the case?"

Oh my, look at this arrogant look. Jiang Shangxian secretly rolled his eyes and said respectfully, "She said that Jinfenmeng is very strict, and Shangguan doesn't want to make it public. It's not convenient for her to come out now. Please find someone suitable to invite her to dance at the mansion this evening."

When the two of them were discussing it, Jiang Shangxian, feeling guilty, wanted to help Wu Sanniang get more bribes so that he could earn enough money to redeem her as soon as possible. He suggested that she could be a carrier pigeon and ask Cui Bianxu for some labor fees. After all, they had to go to the Dali Temple to identify the body, which was so unlucky.

Wu Sanniang insisted, "Although I am of humble status and have ended up in this place, I still have my own way of doing things. Go and tell that Cui Shaoqing to send someone to invite me to his house."

Look at her, how thoughtful and beautiful she is in thinking about this matter. Not only will no one know what she is doing, but she can also make money in a natural way. She can do her main job while working part-time.

Cui Bianxu didn't think too much about it. Instead, he thought it was a good idea. He really didn't want to alert the enemy at the moment. As for spending money to hire a dancer to his house, this was a common thing among the dignitaries in Chang'an. There was no shortage of otakus everywhere.

As for the selection, he was in a dilemma. Who should he look for? The people from the Dali Temple and the Jinwu Guards certainly wouldn't work. Neither would the county magistrates of Chang'an and Wannian counties. In short, no public official who had been involved in this case would work.

Cong Jinghai was also thinking about this problem, but his friends were all from ordinary families who were similar to him, or even lower in official position than him. For them, being able to spend money to go to Pingkangfang was considered a New Year's celebration, let alone spending more money to have someone provide door-to-door service.

"Shaoqing, what should I do?" With his leader behind him, he stopped thinking. Some things should be left to the leader to worry about.

Cui Bianxu only asked Wu Sanniang's name and left, leaving only one sentence: "At the hour of Xu, someone will come to pick her up."