Rebirth of the Ming Dynasty: Sixth Generation of Glory, I don't want it

Zhang Xin rolled up her sleeves and took the person away. She didn't say anything for a while, and Wei Guan became a little restless.

"Your Highness?"

"What do you think of this Ao Fan?"

Zhang Xin felt a slight headache again. He fumbled for the tea bowl and took a sip of water before asking.

"He's a little naive, but also very worldly-wise, and has a big heart."

At this point, Wei Guan tried to figure out what Zhang Xin meant before telling the story of Ao Fan in detail.

After Ao Fan was rescued by the mother in the building, he helped with some things in the building.

Originally, Qingye Pavilion was also an ordinary brothel.

Its original name was Baihua Tower. My mother still had some conscience, so any good-looking girls in the tower would soon be poached by other brothels.

Water flows to lower place, man goes to higher position.

This is the norm in this industry.

Therefore, the business in the building has not been particularly good. Everyone was just barely making ends meet. Eventually, the business was squeezed out by people from other buildings and the business was almost unable to continue.

After Ao Fan recovered from his illness, he helped his mother to transform the entire Baihua Tower.

There were books, paintings and fragrance in the house. A piece of land behind Baihua Tower was opened up for growing vegetables, and a thatched pavilion was built and bamboos were planted next to it.

The name of Baihua Tower was changed to Qingye Pavilion.

All the girls in the building were dressed like decent women, and they even invited a female doctor from the town to visit them every month for medical treatment.

Just like that, just half a year.

The reputation of Qingye Pavilion was established.

Men of letters and scholars all like to go to Qingye Pavilion.

Qingye Pavilion never went to the town's courtesan competitions or anything like that, but when it came down to it, everyone agreed that the girls from Qingye Pavilion didn't need such a ostentatious reputation.

Ao Fan teaches the girls in the building very seriously.

Everyone has a skill that they can show off.

Either he plays the piano well or he writes beautifully.

Since he was not good at literature, Ao Fan asked his mother to hire someone from the Wudang Sect to teach him martial arts. He looked particularly heroic when appearing in public.

The aesthetic taste of literati has always been broad, they pity the weak and admire the brave.

When Ao Fan was commended by the government for resisting the Japanese pirates in the street, the reputation of Qingye Pavilion was further enhanced.

It can almost be said to be superior to other buildings.

"So awesome!"

Zhang Xin didn't expect there would be such great achievements.

"She's powerful, but not obvious. Moreover, many people in Qingye Pavilion have married and changed their ways over the years, and most of them hold some official positions. Although very few of them can become mistresses after marriage, they all have a say in men."

It was only after Wei Guan checked Ao Fan that he discovered that although the women in brothels were of low status, some of the people they could influence held high positions in the local area.

The brothels in the two capitals must have had the same problem.

The capital is now under the emperor's feet, so it will be a little restrained. But the capital may not be the same. It is too far away to reach, and who knows what kind of chaos will arise.

"I just thought of this, Lord Wei, why not let her register in the East Factory? Everyone's life is getting better, and there are more and more buildings every day. It's not a good thing anyway. With someone in the industry, everyone won't be deceived so easily."

Zhang Xin had only a vague idea before.

At this point, I have basically thought it through clearly.

"What is her job?"

Wei Guan thought it was feasible, but Zhang Xin had to make the final decision on how to use Ao Fan.

"I want her to manage all the brothels in the two capitals, especially the Sixteenth Floor in the capital."

Zhang Xin paused to sort out his thoughts before continuing:

"The atmosphere in the capital is not good now. The people in the building are only interested in profit and do not know the emperor or the country."