The host of Kuaichuan, his style of painting is wrong

Chapter 53
The private room upstairs is also well-arranged, and the incense in the room is neither too strong nor too weak.

After entering the private room, someone immediately brought tea and pastries, and then retreated, explaining that they would wait at the door if they were ordered.

Cen Mu nodded secretly in his heart, this boss knows how to do business.After casually twisting a piece of pastry, Cen Mu leaned against the window and looked down, taking a panoramic view of the scenery on the first floor.

Because the time has not yet arrived, the people in the Ciyu Pavilion greeted the guests.

Nothing fancy.

Cen Mu clapped his hands to clean the debris off his hands.

"Your Highness also wants to build a tea house like this?" Shu Jia asked from the side.

Cen Mu shook his head, "Look at the tightly packed women downstairs, are the girls in our building dancing better or are they dancing better?"

Shu Jia looked at it carefully for a while, and replied: "The styles are different, so they cannot be compared."

"There is always a good and a bad."

Shu Jia was silent for a moment, and then said: "We are in the building."

Cen Mu grinned, pointed at Shu Jia with his folding fan and said with a smile, "I have good eyesight, as expected of someone next to me." As he spoke, he took another piece of pastry casually.

Cen Mu said while eating: "First, there is already a teahouse with this elegant style. If we go to open it again, if we don't come up with something more creative, we will only be overwhelmed by this one and eventually close down. .”

Shu Jia seemed to understand, but nodded.

Cen Mu continued: "Secondly, the main purpose of this king's Kaiwanshou Wujiang Tower is not to make money, just like this Ciyu Pavilion."

The intelligence of the world is nothing more than taking it out of people's mouths.Wanshou Wujiang Building, brothels, taverns and storytelling places gather together, from the emperor's relatives to the local ruffians and beggars, there are many people, and they can't get anything they want to ask.

And in the imperial court, which corrupt official doesn't like to play games.

On the first floor of the capital, there is a small restaurant for girls, men and women are all in the Wanshou Wujiang Building, blowing the wind by their pillows, and Cen Mu knows exactly who did what.

Of course Lou Shujia understands Wanshou Wujiang, but the main purpose of Ciyu Pavilion is not to make money, so what is his purpose?
Shu Jia didn't understand, and since the boss had other purposes behind it, why didn't the prince do it?The people sent every month ended up with mission failures. The missions sent out in their building only stumbled here.

Cen Mu explained to Shu Jia, first asking him to list the requirements for entering Ciyu Pavilion.

Recruit talents from all over the world, and recruit important officials from the DPRK and China.This purpose...

Shu Jia suddenly understood that the Wanshou Wujiang Building collected information, and the Ci Yu Pavilion was here to attract talents from the imperial court?
Cen Mu propped his chin, and suddenly stared at the opposite side, "I don't know, but since he is connected with the father, I don't have to worry about it."

Facing Cen Mu's private room was Shen Yue's private room, and when he looked up, he could see Shen Yue sitting upright, not sure if he was pouring wine or drinking tea.

Shu Jia nodded and asked, "Your Highness, is there a third?"

Cen Mu's eyes were still on Shen Yue, and the folding fan beat on and off, "This is the third..."

When Cen Mu saw Shen Yue looking over, he laughed even worse, and said slowly: "The third is, the pastries in Ci Yu Pavilion are really good, you can think of a way to poach their cook there some other day."

Shu Jia: "...Yes."

Downstairs suddenly fell silent, and all the dancers and piano players withdrew.The first thing to be auctioned was a relic. Cen Mu glanced at it and lost interest.After lazily yawning, Cen Mu rested his chin and looked at the opposite side with interest.

(End of this chapter)