Help! My pet supervillain has three personalities!

Tang Yue pushed the two apart, then sat down on the stool and took the clothes out of the bag.

He handed it to Qingfeng: "Here, Qingfeng, this is your outfit for tonight. Remember, once you've finished singing, go back to your room. Don't entertain any guests."

Before Qingfeng could speak, Mother Turtle opened her eyes wide and asked Tang Yue, "Not entertaining guests? Is that alright?"

"Of course, Qingfeng is so good-looking, we need to make long-term plans."

Besides, things you can't have always taste better, just like people you can't have, you'll always miss them.

The pimp was still a little incredulous. "Are you sure?"

"Of course I'm sure, Mommy Turtle. If the restaurant isn't full tomorrow, I'll book Qingfeng's place. How about that?"

How much is a bag?

Tang Yue: "..."

"Five thousand taels, is that enough?"

That's the limit; she's not from a wealthy family.

She spent enough today. If she hadn't wanted to find a temporary backer for her restaurant, she wouldn't have wanted to spend so much money. It's not easy for her to save money; she has a bunch of people at home who need to be fed!

Upon hearing the price of five thousand taels, the pimp's face immediately lit up: "Alright, I'll do as you say tonight."

He silently calculated in his mind that if they weren't lucky, their shop might only earn five thousand taels in ten days or so, let alone in just two days.

Tang Yue silently clutched her heart. She had spent so much money today, and if she couldn't find a good backer, she planned to jump off a building. In her next life, she would try to submit a better resume.

"Alright, then, Mother Turtle, you can go out now. I'll give Qingfeng some training."

The pimp tilted his head: "Can't I look?"

"No, you must leave now. If you waste any more time, the guests will cause trouble. You need to go and supervise the work," Tang Yue said as she pushed the pimp out the door. Only then did Tang Yue begin to do Qingfeng's makeup and style.

Only after successfully transforming the boy into a fresh and ethereal little elf did she take out the sheet music.

Then he took out his MP3 Max.

I played it for Qingfeng once.

The landlord's cat's thoughts are all stars, and she likes them very much!

So, Tang Yue felt that this... shouldn't be too difficult to learn, but why was Qingfeng's brow furrowed like a ball of yarn?

"Qing...feng?"

Is it difficult to learn?

Qingfeng stared at Tang Yue in surprise, and said softly, "Very studious."

Why is this character always written with missing strokes or lines?

Eager to learn? Then why are you frowning?

She asked, puzzled, "Then why do you look so troubled?"

Qingfeng subtly expressed her disdain: "...You should pay more attention to your writing in class!"

Tang Yue: "???"

No, what does he mean?

Is this mocking her for not being a good student?

Ignoring Tang Yue's puzzlement, Qingfeng said, "Come, sit down. Read the lyrics you wrote to me, and I'll copy them again."

"Isn't this acceptable? Why do we have to copy it again?"

“Ahem…you can just read it,” he said, trying to save face for his boss.

"Fine," Tang Yue said reluctantly, reading it aloud once.

After copying it once, Qingfeng began practicing the piano.

Although Tang Yue has a stereo system, she can't very well take out the generator to power it; the sound would be so loud it would be unbearable.

Moreover, ancient people were indeed talented at playing the zither, and they were comparable to modern million-dollar sound engineers, even possessing a unique charm.

She felt that this kind of simple music was better at expressing emotions.

After listening to Qingfeng play the zither and sing several times, Tang Yue felt that it was almost done, and then gave Qingfeng the remaining instructions one by one.

After giving the instructions, he went out to the stage to finalize the details.

She arranged Jun Lingmo and the others in suitable positions and confirmed the usage method again.

After working on it piecemeal for about half an hour, the stage was finally barely passable.

Meanwhile, the customers outside were getting impatient.

They started arguing one after another.

"I'm asking you, are you opening today or not? If not, we're going to Cui Miao Ju."

"Yeah, what time is it? Why isn't the door open yet?"

The thugs outside only listened to the pimp; if he said no one could come in, they would block them.

Tang Yue instructed the pimp to hand out small signs when their emotions were at their peak. Those who received a sign could be the first to enter that day, and those who didn't would be in the second batch.

Today, Tang Yue plans to have Qingfeng perform two shows. The main reason is that if there are too few people, it might not achieve the desired promotional effect later on, so she arranged for two groups of people.

However, she told the pimp that she could only come for a performance in the next two days or at most half a month, otherwise her brain would be overloaded.

Moreover, the novelty will be worn away!

Moreover, with such backward facilities in ancient times, there were some things she couldn't realize even if she had inspiration.

Tang Yue and the pimp observed from upstairs for a while, and only when their emotions reached their peak did the pimp come downstairs and go out.

Everyone waited anxiously!

Wow!

The gate to Yimeng Tower!

It's open!

The noise outside stopped for a moment.

Everyone stared intently at the pimp.

The pimp cleared his throat: "Ahem... Uh-huh, esteemed guests, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting."

He spoke first, breaking the silence.

The crowd then realized what had happened and eagerly asked, "Hey pimp, you've kept us waiting all day, what treasure have you dug up this time?"

"Yes, it's this late and you're only just opening the door. Hurry up and tell us, stop keeping us in suspense!"

Holding a small fan, the pimp covered his mouth and chuckled at the agitated customers, saying, "Oh dear, you're all joking, but today I have indeed unearthed a great treasure."

However, this treasure was not the treasure they thought it was.

"Dear guests, today at Yimenglou, we have a different kind of game, but we need your cooperation. Of course, if you don't want to cooperate, you can go to Cuimiaoju instead. I won't stop you today."

The pimp's words surprised everyone. "Oh, why is the pimp being so generous today? He's even recommending people to Cui Miao Ju?"

"Look at what you're saying! Am I really that petty?" the pimp said coquettishly. "If I can't entertain guests in my own place, can't I at least let my fellow pimps make money?"

"Besides, today's game is a bit special, so I was just worried about taking up your time."

The pimp amused everyone, and they burst into laughter.

A guest dressed in a brown robe said, "I've been waiting all day, just to see what tricks you're up to, pimp."

"Exactly, we're not short of time. Hey pimp, tell me quickly, what kind of game is it?"

"That's right, tell us!"

The crowd started to jeer, and the noise grew louder and louder!

Many guests were also attracted to Cui Miao Ju, which is not far from Yi Meng Lou.

The pimp had never felt so triumphant.

Rogue says: Babies, Happy Qixi Festival! I'm recording my first festival of writing novels, and it turns out to be Qixi Festival, hahaha!

Happy!

Well, I hope that for those of you who are reading my book, if you have a partner, your relationship will get better and better, and if you don't have a partner, you will find your ideal other half as soon as possible.

Okay, back to the main topic. Even though today is Qixi Festival, I will still keep writing. Come on, come on!