Global Update [Quick Transmigration]

This alley was different from Qiao Jing's imagination.

In his little virgin's opinion, no matter where the Goulan is, it should be very lively. The laughter of men and women, the sound of soliciting customers, and some discordant voices are mixed together. .

But not here.

If Qiao Jing could use one word to describe it, it would be "lifeless".

Every door in the alley is closed or half-closed, even though there is still a breeze today, there is still an indescribably weird smell in the air—like the smell of inferior cosmetic powder used by women, or something The rotten smell, the two are mixed together, whether it is fragrant or not, it makes people feel nauseous subconsciously.

Except for the two porters at the entrance, Qiao Jing only saw a yawning bustard splashing water in front of the door.

Seeing Qiao Jing, she didn't come up to welcome the guests enthusiastically, because she knew that she would definitely not come to them from the look of the black-haired young man.So she stared and scolded fiercely: "What are you looking at! Cucumber egg, look at my old lady gouging out your eyes!"

Qiao Jing clenched her jaw, moved her lips, and struggled to say a word:

"Do you... have any girls here?"

Bustard:?

She looked at the student-looking Qiao Jing in disbelief, and thought to herself, no way, this cucumber is really lonely and came to find a woman?

But shouldn't scholars like them look for the kind of pretty chicks who can dance and sing ditties?

I didn't see it, the taste is so heavy.

"Do you have money?" the old bustard squinted.

She didn't refuse the first time, after all, this kind of flesh and blood business is what she does, so it's not easy to push out the customers who come to the door.

Qiao Jing nodded stiffly, and took out a silver dollar from his pocket.

"There are so many, how many people can you call over?"

When the old bustard saw the silver dollar, her eyes lit up immediately, and she snatched the money from Qiao Jing's hand, with a flattering smile on her face: "Young master, please come inside! Don't worry, now is not the time to be busy. The girls are all idle, I can call you out as much as you want!"

She wanted to push Qiao Jing in, but the black-haired young man subconsciously avoided her hand.

The old bustard's smile froze, but he recovered quickly, and withdrew his hand embarrassingly: "I'm sorry, we are all vulgar people, so you are rude, young master."

Qiao Jing: "...No, I'm just not used to it."

He took a deep breath and stepped into the narrow courtyard.

The world behind the door is a hundred times dilapidated than it looks from the outside.Some of them can't even be called houses anymore, just dilapidated shacks that can barely keep out the rain and leak everywhere.

Qiao Jing couldn't even imagine how the people living inside would live in winter.

The doors of the huts are basically wide open, and there is an old wooden table in one of them, and four or five women in their 40s and [-]s gather around the table, mending by the dim light outside the house on a cloudy day.In the corner, Gui Zheng pointed at a girl kneeling on her head and cursed at her, and included three or four dirty words in one sentence, so obscene that Qiao Jing's brows could almost kill a fly.

Seeing this, the old bustard also cursed. She casually wiped her wet hands on the cloth gown, strode to the turtle man and whispered something in a low voice.

The tortoise looked up suspiciously at the bustard until he saw the silver dollar, then he snorted, let go of the kneeling girl on the ground for now, and said to a group of thinly dressed women with sallow complexions: "Don't do it yet, go and serve this young master well! This is a rare big customer!"

Hearing Mr. Gui's words, these women put down their needles and threads one after another, stood up and walked towards the door.

It wasn't until they stood in the sun that Qiao Jing realized that these women probably couldn't be called "human beings" anymore.

Even though he was covered by clothes in winter, he could not help but see faint bruises and scars on their arms and necks, welts, scalds, and needle holes made by needles... These women, Although their hair and clothes are not messy, their sluggish spirit makes them look haggard. Even so, under the stares of the old bustard and Mr. Gui, they obediently swarmed up and surrounded the man standing in the courtyard. Joe Mirror.

Qiao Jing:! ! ! !

There were women on the front, back, left, and right sides of him, and the smell of low-quality makeup powder wafted out of his nostrils, and his arms were also held by someone, and it took a lot of effort to break free.

The black-haired young man who was almost suffocated blushed, coughed twice, and couldn't catch his breath for a long time.

"Ma, please give me a room alone."

He said, even with a tremor in his voice.

Mr. Turtle and the old bustard both laughed, and even the whores, seeing Qiao Jing's youthful appearance and maintaining a flattering smile, had a genuine smile on their faces, looking into his eyes. Even with a touch of unconscious love.

You know, the guests they usually receive are the working men at the bottom of the society. They are dirty, smelly, and sick.In contrast, a clean young student like Qiao Jing is much cuter.

"The first room on the right." Mr. Gui pointed lazily.

But Qiao Jing paused again before entering the door.

He turned his head uncontrollably, staring at the stubborn and thin figure who was still kneeling in the room.

For some reason, this young girl always looked familiar to him.

"Let her come in too." Qiao Jing said.

Mr. Gui narrowed his eyes, and deliberately elongated his voice: "Master, you are embarrassing me. This is the most juicy and tender girl here. She just came here, and I have spent a lot of effort to train her—"

Qiao Jing suppressed the anger in his heart, and took out another silver dollar from his pocket.

"Is that enough?" he asked coldly.

Mr. Gui was overjoyed: "Enough is enough! Please, young master!"

He took the money, turned around, twisted the girl's ears and lifted her up from the ground forcefully: "Stinky girl, if you dare to attack the guests again, I will beat you to death!"

The girl was pushed and staggered by him, but it was Qiao Jing who quickly supported her.

The two looked at each other, and each other was stunned.

This girl turned out to be the kidnapped wine hostess that Qiao Jing interviewed in the ballroom before, Rouge.

"you……"

Rouge stared blankly at Qiao Jing, a mist gradually formed in her eyes.

Qiao Jing noticed that there was a scar on the left side of her face, and the scab hadn't completely healed, as if she had been injured not long ago.

...Could this be the reason why she fell here?

He didn't know the reason, but Qiao Jing understood that this was not a good place to talk, so he glanced at Mr. Gui and Mr. The bustard silently brought Rouge and the other women into the room.

When the door was closed, Mr. Gui spit out the melon seed shells in his mouth, clapped his hands, and sneered.

"Go," he said to the madam, "go and hear what this cucumber egg is doing in the room, I don't believe he really came here to sleep with women. We are all 'pheasants' here, he is such a respectable man, Aren't you afraid that you'll get sick from sleeping?"

The old bustard asked in surprise, "Then you still charge him?"

"Idiot!" Mr. Turtle scolded unceremoniously, "Women have long hair and short knowledge, so don't take the money that comes to your door for nothing! Are you stupid?"

He stared at the closed door with greedy eyes: "Believe it or not, there must be more than this amount of money on this Cucumber Danzi. I will go find Lao Ba and the others later, you know, when I arrive At that time, even if he wanted to call the police, he couldn't find the victim, so he just taught this student a good lesson!"

The old bustard suddenly realized, and then laughed together with Mr. Gui.

"You still have an idea. We really have a 'big customer' today!"

Qiao Jing slammed the door shut.

The door panel blocked the two sticky and sinister lines of sight outside, he let out a long breath, and turned to look at the women behind him with slightly embarrassed expressions.

It was probably the first time they had seen a guest like Qiao Jing, so they were at a loss for a while.

It was Rouge, she stared at Qiao Jing with red eyes, put her messy hair behind her ears, and smiled: "You're here for an interview again, great writer?"

Qiao Jing nodded silently.

In order to win the trust of his interviewer, he told Yan Zhi that he was actually a writer.

But the other party did not know his pen name.

Qiao Jing was still not used to being stared at by so many people.But different from before, this time he looked around and couldn't find enough benches for so many people to sit on.

So Qiao Jing had no choice but to point to the bed in the corner: "You guys... sit down."

Women: "..."

In the end, it was Yan Zhi who took the lead, and was the first to reach the edge of the bed. Only then did the others barely confirm that this was really not some new trick that the guest wanted to play, and walked over to sit next to her.

Qiao Jing coughed and took out a pen and paper from his pocket. He looked at these women and tried to make his expression look more sincere: "Well, just like what she said just now, I'm actually a writer."

"I want to write a book for the women who live here, so can I just... do a quick interview with you?"

In the room, everyone looked at each other.

The women all thought that Qiao Jing must have gone mad with reading—writing books for these whores?seriously?

They themselves have a very clear understanding of themselves, whether they are voluntary or forced to sell here, from then on, they only have one identity left in this world--bad prostitutes.

Even the usual patrons would call them bitches, sluts, and scum.

They have long been used to it.

and……

"Don't ask," Yan Zhi suddenly said in the silence, "They won't answer you."

Qiao Jing: "Why?"

"I'll be beaten," Rouge looked at him, with self-mockery and despair in her eyes. In just a few months, the stubborn and juicy girl had a calmness on her face that made Qiao Jing's heart skip a beat. , or in other words, it is the numbness to one's own destiny, "and, it is to beat to death."

This time, Qiao Jing was silent for a long time.

"Forget it." Finally, he whispered, "I'm sorry to bother you."

He turned to leave.

But a voice from behind made Qiao Jing stop abruptly.

"Stop!" Rouge shouted.

The young girl stood up from the bed under the shocked gaze of the other women.

"What do you want to ask, I will tell you."