Inside the room, two powerful auras collided and clashed fiercely!
Crash...
The fruit platter and teacups all fell to the floor and shattered.
At the noise, a clamor of footsteps immediately came from outside.
Bang!
The door was kicked open.
"Boss, are you all right?"
Moxigan charged in with a group of vicious-looking underlings, all holding assorted weapons and glaring fiercely at Gentleman Man.
Whenever a fat sheep came calling, they would discuss business and prices with them in this same "kind and friendly" manner.
Once the deal was settled, they would also "very amicably" "ask" the customer to leave a positive review.
And they would "promise" never to trouble them afterward, and "absolutely never" retaliate even if they left a bad review.
So in reality, Moqian, the Red Mansion's twelfth-ranked courtesan, had long been notorious and morally bankrupt in local circles.
Apart from the occasional unsuspecting outsider who fell for it, the place was usually deserted, a den of horrors no one dared visit!
But as more and more outsiders were swindled, Moqian's business of fleecing fat sheep had actually grown increasingly difficult. Sometimes she might go ten days or half a month without a single customer.
Supposedly, the people behind the Red Mansion were already preparing to strike her from the ranks. They had even found a replacement and were merely waiting for her to vacate her position so they could promote the newcomer with another round of hype.
But who could have imagined that their scheme would backfire? Not only had they failed to promote the newcomer, they had lost a courtesan in the process.
Yes, Moqian had originally been the thirteenth-ranked courtesan, dead last.
But the twelfth-ranked courtesan had taken a dislike to her, constantly mocking and sneering at her and even resorting to underhanded tricks.