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When the dream of the Qin State's Wang Sun Zi Chu appeared before Shishi, the atmosphere in the entire venue was instantly refreshed. It was a breathtaking beauty, as pure as the white clouds floating in a blue sky. The tears of the clouds were the rain that fell to the earth, washing away the unsightly remnants of the past. Perhaps it could restore a sense of cleanliness to the land! Perhaps it could bring back the light that might have been obscured by dust in people's hearts!
Zichu saw Miss Shi's bright eyes, and suddenly a light emerged in his heart. At that moment, a knowing smile seemed to fill the world with vitality. This must be the power of life, quietly blooming in a corner that would never attract attention, accompanied by music.
"Good!"
As applause erupted, it instantly activated the entire venue. Zichu, lost in the music, finally awakened and stood up to applaud in heartfelt admiration for the singer. This was a piece born from the heart, a rare melody to hear in this world!
Once the applauding crowd settled down, the bidding officially began. The winner of this Oiran would be the one with the highest price. As participants in this event, they stood to gain both fame and fortune. According to rules personally discussed and established by King Zhao, thirty percent of the post-tax earnings would belong to the Oiran winner. Her support team would also earn profits since there was still seventy percent left!
Moreover, this was a Royal Decree! If you can't play along, then don't come!
Zhao Wang Dan had such plans for a reason. Since participants benefited from this arrangement, there was a share involved. The higher the total price, the more each would naturally receive. The emergence of profit would stimulate participants' enthusiasm and make competition more exciting. His initial intention was to split it fifty-fifty, but he ultimately compromised on a thirty-seventy split.
As for those who suggested a nineteen-eighty or twenty-eight split—better hurry up and get lost! If you keep talking nonsense, let's just make it fifty-fifty!
Fortunately, King Zhao understood clearly that so-called participants and their teams were like eggs and chickens. Without strong support from this team, that egg wouldn't hatch at all. This is why he ultimately decided on a thirty-seventy split and firmly stated that it couldn't be lowered any further! Although he knew that what mattered most to the egg wasn't really about profit sharing, when a Lord of the Nation speaks, his words carry weight!
If it were my words, even thirty percent wouldn't be worth it... just drag them out and execute them!
Even though the venue was filled with nobles, ministers, and renowned generals, Shishi did not look at any of them. She only locked eyes with that down-and-out young man sitting below the stage, quietly isolating all external noise from their world. Although Zichu remained silent in his seat, she firmly believed he would be the one to deliver the final decisive blow.
As the noisy atmosphere gradually quieted down and bidding approached its end, Zichu suddenly turned to look at the empty seats beside him and realized that the person who had promised him had never appeared after all.
At this moment, only three people remained in the bidding hall. When one of them chose to withdraw, Zichu finally realized that it was truly nearing the end. As for how high the price had reached, he hadn't heard a single word clearly. He no longer dared to look at the pair of eyes on the stage that seemed to speak, and suddenly felt as if he had seen through all of life.
Zichu also stopped paying attention to the empty seat beside him. If he had been filled with anticipation earlier, he now found his heart as calm as water. He did not hate Luzi at all; instead, he felt completely devoid of emotions. He did not blame anyone for going back on their word, because why should anyone help a down-and-out young master like him? A man of stature who couldn't even guarantee his daily meals had no right to expect others to come to his aid!
When one of the last two bidders sighed in despair, the winner proudly waved to the audience. It was a Fat Man weighing at least two hundred pounds, whose excitement caused his chubby cheeks to jiggle uncontrollably.
At this moment, Shishi also sensed that something was off; her bright eyes suddenly filled with tears. Looking at Zichu, who kept his head down and refused to look up, she felt a wave of panic. Could it be that she was wrong? She clearly knew that a great hero would appear! Was that great hero not this person but rather the ugly and foul-smelling Fat Man?
As women sold in brothels, they dared not think of suicide. The official establishments had their own set of regulations to prevent such occurrences. If one wanted to commit suicide, they absolutely would not stop them! After all, these unfortunate women still had relatives and siblings; they could be brought in later to settle debts.
As for where to go from here, that was up to them!
Shishi recalled her parents' kind faces and thought of her current miserable fate. A single crystal tear fell onto the strings of her instrument, producing a clear sound. At that moment, she looked like a pear blossom drenched in rain, instantly drawing gasps from the audience. The Fat Man preparing to win and take the beauty home was utterly captivated, feeling that the high price he had just paid was worth it.
Zichu's heartstrings were tugged as he heard the sound of a tear drop near Chu Region. His heart ached painfully, causing him to bend down involuntarily. Luzi! I hate you! Why didn't you let me die yesterday? I trusted you so much!
"Mine! She is mine!" The Fat Man squinted at the surrounding poor souls and couldn't help but laugh heartily. Before coming here, he had done his homework. It was said that the only person putting pressure on him in Zhao Country was the elusive owner of Prosperity Record. However, it was also rumored that Lu the Shopkeeper wasn't interested in women. And what they meant by not being interested in women was actually saying that this Big Shopkeeper preferred men!
Even so, he didn't dare place all his bets on hearsay. To defeat Lu the Shopkeeper this time, he had brought enough Silver Coins with him. However, it seemed that his most likely and pressured competitor hadn't shown up!
Seeing no one else looking at him anymore, the Fat Man felt even more empowered by the notion that having money made one a big shot. Not satisfied? Stand up and continue raising prices with me! Hmph! A bunch of poor souls pretending to be wealthy! With your background, you probably had to liquidate your entire estate just to come up with that amount! Do you know who I am? Just my family's cash is worth far more than what you've managed to scrape together!
His disdainful expression was soon noticed by those in the hall, who glared angrily at this self-important Fat Man. However, anger aside, with prices already soaring sky-high, they couldn't afford to lose their tempers now. They still needed to live their lives afterward! Surely they couldn't sleep on the streets just for a woman!
"Three Thousand Taels! Congratulations to this..."
As the shout signaling the final decision echoed throughout the venue, Zichu let out a sigh of relief and then struggled to get up and walk towards the exit. Little did he expect that the world was so vast! It was truly difficult!
"Wait!"
Having completely lost hope, Zichu heard someone speaking behind him, reigniting the fire in his heart. He hurriedly stopped, thinking it was Luzi who had returned just in time.
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