Chapter 1068: Cult Master
Jade Hue Parlor.
As the most famous courtesan house in the eastern district of Guanlan City, it usually entertained high officials, n.o.ble lords, and wealthy merchants.
No matter how bad the times were, there were still many rich people who would spend money like water for Jade Hue Parlor’s lead courtesan, Miss Ran.
At this time, a drinking party was being held inside a private room on the third floor.
“Cult Master, here, here. Let this humble one first give you a toast.” The person holding the cup was bleary-eyed and somewhat drunk.
This person in his forties was the typical boorish beer belly, with a pair of particularly small eyes. One probably couldn’t even find those two eye slits if they weren’t looking carefully.
The man referred to as “Cult Master, ” however, looked to be in his early twenties. Wearing a resplendent purple robe, he rested his chin in his hand while reclining on the big wooden armchair. He smiled with narrowed eyes as a seductive aura emitted from his body.
Right, it was seductive!
He was a male with feminine features, possessing bright and animated eyes.
Those eyes were too seductive, as if they innately contained an unending affection that made people’s hearts thump restlessly.
It had nothing to do with gender, simply bewitching people of all ages.
It could even be said that this Cult Master’s facial features were more exquisite than all the female drinking partners present, and it also fl.u.s.tered the young ladies’ hearts as they fell into a stupor.
This truly was a fine example of how ‘wine does not intoxicate but the drinker gets himself drunk,’ and ‘l.u.s.t does not blind but the person blinds oneself.’
“Today, this old man is fortunate to have invited Cult Master. This truly is this humble one’s honor,” Zheng Cao said subserviently with a big smile. He then turned to look at the tipsy Second Manager Qi, shouting, “You dolt, hurry and fill His Excellency’s cup with wine! Why are you only thinking of filling your own?”
“Ah, yes, yes, yes.” Second Manager Qi hastily stood up with a big smile, his small eyes squinting into slits that made them even harder to find.
The young man whom they called “Cult Master” casually raised his cup and emptied it in one gulp.
Afterward, he pushed away the two female attendants beside him. His Excellency seemingly felt irritated toward these women who desired to throw themselves at him.
Zheng Cao chuckled, “It looks like Cult Master is dissatisfied with these women who cover themselves with garish makeup. Quite understandable, how could hussies who have been slept by who knows how many men be to Cult Master’s liking?”
Clap, clap. Zheng Cao clapped his palms lightly.
Soon afterwards, an attractive middle-aged procuress with bright-colored fingernails walked in while swinging her slim waist. She performed a curtsy with a smile. “Honorable guests, is there something you wish to instruct this humble servant?”
“Go and find some more presentable goods. Remember that they must be clean. Our Cult Master loathes those dirty things the most.”
“Yes, yes, yes.”
The cult master sat there with a spurious smile as he squinted at those fat and bulky officials.
They had already gone through three rounds of wine. By this time, these sleazeb.a.l.l.s had disregarded ceremony and propriety, each holding a beauty in their arms and fondling them nonstop.
He tapped his fingertips on the table, as if used to these dinner parties that were suffused with a debauched air.
Actually, if it weren’t for State Uncle Zheng informing him today of a big transaction that he wanted to carry out, then he wouldn’t have come personally to discuss matters.
It was quite boring, but whenever he thought of that big transaction, he couldn’t resist getting excited.
Oh, it wasn’t State Uncle Zheng, but former State Uncle Zheng, the cult master curled his lips up in slight mockery.
Even a broken s.h.i.+p had salvageable parts: This former State Uncle Zheng may have been stripped of his property, but from the looks of the remuneration he was offering, it was obvious that he was still hiding a private stash.
“This is the former Minister of Works.”