On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

Bowang County is not big, so there is no need to ride a horse. Just walk a hundred steps west along the street in front of the county government office and you will find the largest brothel in the county, Bowang Tower.

Lin Zhen’s first impression of this three-story wooden building was... a wild house.

Too wild.

It's like the inconspicuous pink-lit hair salon in the corner of society, where a forty-seven-year-old woman wearing red leather pants from the last century stands there to receive customers.

To be honest, a brothel like this can't even compare with the integrated entertainment city in the capital of Daqian.

It is much lower in grade than the Jiaofangsi, which has not been renovated for 30 years.

Lin Zhen didn't want to go at that time.

The fat man pulled him aside and said, "Hey, big brother, I can tell you're inexperienced! The more inconspicuous a place is, the better the goods are. Since we're here, why not just experience it and go in? I'm spending a lot of money today, so I'll treat you!"

Lin Zhen looked back at Hou Chun and saw that he also had a look of disgust on his face.

Finally, he couldn't resist the fat man's pulling and walked up the stairs surrounded by some good-looking girls.

After entering the gate, the inside suddenly became bright, with lights, wine and women, and the house full of guests.

There is clearly no heating equipment, but such a large space can be supported solely by popularity.

A cool girl dressed in colorful clothes walked around the private rooms with a tray in her hand.

It turned out that this place was not only a brothel, but also a singing and dancing venue. However, the venue was very small, with only a stage of about 20 square meters in the innermost part.

The stage was covered with a red carpet that was older than Lin Zhen. Eight dancers were spinning around barefoot on it. Their arms and hands were wrapped in white silk, and their pants were so loose that half of their calves were exposed.

She doesn't look like a fairy, but more like someone holding a chamber pot for a fairy.

But it must be said that the girls here are all good-looking and have great figures. Lin Zhen even saw a few little girls with flat chests.

Sure enough, once this industry returns to the physical world, the quality will also increase rapidly.

At this moment, Lin Zhen's stereotype of Yetangzi improved a lot.

Thinking of this, he secretly felt sorry.

In later generations, whether it is a bathhouse or KTV, the quality of girls is much worse than ten years ago. Anyone with a little bit of good looks goes to do live streaming, and who cares about the real economy.

The fat man was holding a large silver ingot in each hand, which looked like it must be worth at least fifty taels. He was carrying it like an ancestral tablet, not even looking at anyone as he walked. He only stopped when he saw an old procuress waving a painted fan.

The last thing brothels lack is wealthy people. The madam didn't seem to care much about the 100 taels of silver. She just stared at the fat man and said with a sweet smile, "Hey, fat man, you look a little unfamiliar. Are you from out of town?"

"Sister, you have good taste! Ah! Fatty comes from faraway Siberia, shouldering the sacred mission of comforting the lower classes of South Korea. You must immediately prepare the best private room for us, bring six of the best girls, and serve six bottles of the best wine. If you dare to mess around, don't blame Fatty's righteous iron fist for being rude!"

The fat guy has a lot of tricks.

How could the madam know anything about Siberia or Daxing'anling? She just thought it was just the fat man's nonsense.

But for the sake of money, she didn't expose it. She twisted her slender waist and led the fat man and Lin Zhen to the second floor.

Because it is a dance hall, the top of the stage is hollow, and the rest of the boxes on the second and third floors half surround the stage.

The madam took the fat man and Lin Zhen to a private room with a good location.

The fat man walked to the edge of the box and looked at the stage, feeling dissatisfied.

"Sister, this position is average, Fatty wants the one in the middle!"

"Hey, Mr. Fatty, you don't know that there's someone in the middle private room. It's used by our county magistrate to entertain guests! Apart from that room, this one is already the best."

In the eyes of ordinary people, a small official like the county magistrate is already an unattainable existence.

Imagine that you go to a KTV and want the largest private room, and then the manager tells you that the county magistrate is entertaining guests in the largest private room.

Do you still dare to go?

Even if you have a strong background, you cannot provoke others so blatantly.

So the madam was very tough when she said this.

But who is Fatty Wang? In Daqian, officials below the third rank are not even qualified to carry his shoes!

A mere county magistrate, what a piece of shit.

The fat man waved his hand, hugged the madam, threw the silver ingot onto Luohan's bed, and said with a wicked smile, "Sister, it's okay if we don't have a private room. Will you accompany me?"

The madam wasn't angry either, probably because she was used to it. She smiled sweetly and said, "Fat Master, please stop messing around. It's just a matter of satisfying your urge. I still have guests to entertain!"

"What guest is more distinguished than me? You stay here with me for drinks today, and you will definitely get the commission."

The fat man took his hand out from under the madam's skirt, sniffed it perversely, and grinned again: "Oh? It smells really good! Not bad, I like it."

"Oh, Fatty, you are so mean! I really don't have time, it's not a matter of money!"

"Oh? Don't you like to be paid when you work here? Or is it that the fat man doesn't pay enough?"

One hundred taels of silver is not a small amount of money in Korea, but for the madam of the dance hall, she has seen a lot of big money, so she naturally has a certain resistance. She twisted her slender waist, clamped her legs together, and pushed the fat man's chest with a pair of crystal clear fingers.

"Master Fatty, I know you are rich and powerful, but I still have to work. Can you bear to watch me get scolded by my boss~~"

This sentence made the fat man even more itchy. He didn't care and threw the madam onto Luohan's bed.

Now the madam’s expression changed.

We've talked about it and made a fuss about it, but you can't force it!

"What are you doing! I don't want it! Let me go!"

"What's wrong, little girl? Are you trying to be a virtuous person in front of Fatty? Huh? Fatty has slept with more than ten or eight brothels like you. Just give in! Hahahaha!"

“Ah!! Ah!! Don’t!”

The madam's hands were held down by the fat man's hand. She struggled desperately, kicking her legs in the air.

The fat guy didn't care about being kicked a few times because of his big body. He just continued to do what he was doing.

The madam yelled, "Let me go! Do you know who I am?"

The fat man laughed heartily: "Of course I know, you are my little beauty! Hehehe!"

"You..." The madam suddenly shut up, her voice stopped abruptly, and was followed by the sound of the Luohan bed.

The madam glanced at Lin Zhen with a helpless and pleading look.

I hope he can persuade this person who doesn't know the rules.

But Lin Zhen doesn't care about her.

Everyone else can go, but my brother can’t?

Besides, she is Korean, so Lin Zhen has no psychological burden.

Lin Zhen had no interest in the quilts of primitive animals. She walked to the edge of the stage and watched the dancers dancing below with burning eyes.

Suddenly, a voice came from the next box.

"Hahahaha, Lin Zhen is dead this time!"