I'm Actually The Big Villain In The Book

Chapter 92 The Oiran Ownership Controversy

The beautiful shadows on the stage came and went one by one. Wei Changtian watched and listened to Yang Liushi explaining the way.

For example, the share of the bounty, and the rights and obligations after being selected as the oiran, etc.

Generally speaking, it is similar to the live broadcast industry in the previous life.

If you make money, the official government of the live broadcast platform will take a part, and the brothels in the guild will take another part, and only 10 to 20% will be left in the hands of the "anchor".

Wei Changtian did a rough calculation, and there were more than two hundred flowers from all the girls he saw after he came, which was equivalent to more than ten thousand taels of silver.

According to this posture, it may be no problem for the government to earn tens of thousands of taels overnight.

Thinking of the thin county magistrate in Zhongling County who couldn't even get enough money to suppress the bandits, Wei Changtian couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

The world is really big, and the sky is different for ten miles.

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The rating list continues.

Ever since he was told by Yang Liushi that "Even if he got multiple embroidered handkerchiefs, it is impossible to sleep with several girls at the same time", Wei Changtian completely lost the interest in giving rewards, and just sat and watched the fun.

Although the flower girls are all charming and charming, but Yingying and Yanyan will get tired of seeing too much.

After all, these women are much worse than Yang Liushi in all aspects.

This kind of feeling is called literature and art - pearls and jade are in front, and tiles and stones are difficult.

To put it poetically, it is called—once the sea was too difficult to be water, except that Wushan is not a cloud.

To put it simply - that's it?

This means that Yang Liushi cannot be on stage, otherwise she will be killed directly.

"...Miss Xiangling, you got thirty-seven flowers in total! You are ranked twenty-two on the Hundred Flowers List!"

Another woman came down from the stage, and the man who counted the votes shouted loudly, and placed the small wooden plaque engraved with the word "Xiang Ling" on the corresponding position on the flower list, and those who ranked below her were collectively moved back one place. .

For example, that Yumeng girl dropped from fifty-three to fifty-four at this time.

There is also a real-time ranking...

Wei Changtian took a sip of tea out of boredom, and turned to look at Liang Zhen.

The two men looked at each other, and it was obvious that the latter was in a hurry.

Although these women were good, they obviously couldn't catch Liang Zhen's eyes.

Wei Changtian met Liang Zhen's wife, Liang Qin's biological mother.

Among other things, the size alone is enough to overwhelm the crowd.

The more the two watched, the more bored they became, but at this moment, there was a sudden burst of extremely enthusiastic cheers from the audience.

"Miss Su Yu is here!"

"Branches and leaves support Su, Jieyu is beautiful! It's Fairy Suyu!!"

"This leg, this waist...reward!!"

In just a split second, dozens of peonies were thrown onto the stage one after another, and the voices of the servants signing up in the audience rang together.

"Yonglong is on the job, Shopkeeper Liu, give Miss Su Yu three peonies!"

"The Duan family, Mr. Duan Long, give Miss Su Yu two peonies!"

"Lushan Layman, Song Zhengming, give Miss Su Yu a peony!"

"..."

This was the first time Wei Changtian saw someone receiving flowers right after he came on stage, so he couldn't help but look up at that girl Su Yu.

A pleated skirt with scattered flowers, water mist and green grass, light blue thin veil of emerald green water, a hollow golden hairpin obliquely inserted on the head, and dotted with red jade.

Her appearance and temperament are indeed top-notch, especially her slender waist, which makes it easy for people to wonder whether they can withstand some strenuous exercise.

But the truth is, Wei Changtian didn't have the feeling of astonishment when he saw Yang Liushi for the first time.

Because this person is indeed not as good as Yang Liushi, at most she is at the same level as Lu Jingyao, and she is barely ahead of Liang Qin.

"My family thank you all the masters."

Standing among the piles of flowers, Su Yu gently bowed her knees and saluted, and her gentle eyes swept over the flower throwers one by one: "But there are still sisters waiting behind, or I should draw lots to perform first."

"Just let them wait! We're going to see you!"

Someone yelled loudly, which immediately aroused bursts of echoes.

"Extremely extreme! Miss Su Yu is the best oiran! It doesn't matter if others compare to her or not!"

"Everyone, don't argue with me! I even brought the house deed and land deed! Miss Su Yu must be mine tonight!"

"Hmph! Mr. Peng speaks so loudly!"

"..."

Hearing all kinds of messy voices, Su Yu didn't pay any attention, just smiled and put her little hand into the wooden box for drawing lots, and quickly took out a small note.

Mr. Gui took a look at the note, and immediately shouted loudly:

"Miss Su Yu's draw is... a painting! A portrait!"

As the name suggests, the requirement of this topic is to paint on the spot.

Compared with other inspection items, "painting" should be the most difficult item, but Su Yu did not show the slightest worry or panic, obviously very confident in own painting skills.

On the stage, there are already servants and maids who have prepared pens, ink, paper and inkstones, and since it is a portrait, of course there must be a model.

All the spectators scrambled to put on various poses that they thought were the most unrestrained and romantic, hoping to be lucky enough to be favored by Su Yu, so as to become the person in the fairy's painting.

However, after Su Yu's beautiful eyes wandered around for a while, she stopped her gaze on Wei Changtian who was drinking tea with Erlang's legs crossed.

"This young man..."

The red lips parted lightly, and the soft voice came into my ears: "I wonder if my family can watch you paint?"

If you want to paint me, you just say you want to paint me, but you have to use such an ambiguous term...

Wei Changtian lamented in his heart that he was too handsome to keep a low profile, and then shook his head solemnly.

"cannot."

"..."

The embroidered building was suddenly quiet, and countless pairs of eyes looked at Wei Changtian, as if they were looking at a big fool.

Some people think that his brain is not good, some people think that his eyes are not good, and some people think that his play hard to get is really bad.

However, Wei Changtian didn't care what others thought, and continued to drink tea by himself after rejecting it, as if he didn't care about it.

Fortunately, Su Yu has seen the big world, but she was slightly stunned for a moment, then immediately saluted and apologized:

"It's my slave's abruptness, I hope you don't blame me."

"No problem."

Wei Changtian waved his hand and ignored her, and Su Yu also knew that it would be inappropriate to find another man at this time, and she felt a little like using someone else as a backup.

After thinking about it for a while, she asked someone to bring a bronze mirror, and said softly to the audience: "Since it's a portrait, if you don't want to be a slave, you can paint yourself."

draw yourself?

Everyone's eyes lit up when they heard the words, and they agreed loudly:

"That's a good idea!"

"Beauty meets mirror to draw beauty! Wonderful!"

"Hahahaha, if this matter gets out, it will be a good story!"

"..."

Seeing that most people agreed, and painting herself was not considered a violation of the rules, Su Yu smiled softly, and soon began to paint on the rice paper while looking in the mirror.

Such a scene of "beauty self-painting" is indeed fresh enough, and countless peonies fell on the stage for a while.

However, no matter how much others throw, it is doomed to be in vain, because Su Yu has already been appointed by Liang Zhen tonight.

"Master Liang, you can throw away as many peonies as you want, the money for buying flowers will be covered by the officials!"

Seeing that the time was almost up, the Fat County Magistrate recruited a few servants carrying flower baskets, their faces full of flattery.

Of course, as the "organiser" of this flower appraisal list, the Anyi County Government definitely doesn't need to pay for the loss of a few peonies. The reason why he said this is just to let Liang Zhen show some affection.

"Master Chen, I don't understand these either."

Liang Zhen is like a bright mirror in his heart, but he still has to pretend on his face.

"However, this Miss Su Yu's painting skills are indeed superb, and she deserves a compliment. As for how much..."

He looked at a few servants and asked, "How many flowers are there in all of your flower baskets?"

"Master, there are more than a hundred flowers."

"Ok……"

Liang Zhen nodded: "In that case, let's throw it all away!"

"This……"

The boys were dumbfounded for a moment, but the fat county magistrate reacted quickly enough, and immediately urged: "Didn't you hear what Mr. Liang said? What are you doing in a daze?!"

"Yes Yes……"

The boys didn't dare to resist, they immediately ran to the side of the stage, and then held the flower basket and shook it up under the eyes of everyone...

More than a hundred delicate and beautiful peonies scattered all over the sky, as if a rain of flowers had fallen.

Everyone in the embroidery building was stunned, even Su Yu stopped painting, and turned around in surprise with her mouth open.

"Shuzhou, Master Liang, reward Miss Su Yu with one hundred and eight peonies!"

According to the situation before the flower evaluation list, it is not a lot for one person to appreciate five flowers.

Even if Su Yu is the most powerful contender for the oiran, the person who has the most flowers so far only rewarded twenty flowers.

Also divided four times.

After all, one more reward will give one more name, which is equivalent to showing one more face.

But now, Liang Zhen raised this record by five times as soon as he made a move!

One hundred and eight flowers, five thousand taels of silver!

Many people present here have this kind of net worth, but no one would spend so much money to sleep with a woman.

What's more, you can only sleep for one night.

After a short silence, there was a burst of surprise and discussion in the Xiulou, most of which were discussing the origin of this important person who needs to be accompanied by the county magistrate himself.

Liang Zhen didn't care about this, and sat there calmly as before.

Anyway, as long as the fat county magistrate doesn't say anything, no one will recognize him as the general soldier of Shuzhou.

Even if this matter spreads in the future, it won't hurt, at most it will be ridiculed by the wife who stayed in the capital.

Wei Changtian looked at Liang Zhen's calm and composed appearance, and thought that this might be the "internal account" of the live broadcast platform, and wondered if some idiot from above would jump out to "contradict".

And it seemed to prove that there are people who "will not die for the sake of face" in any era. Before he could think about it, he saw a few servants heading straight to the stage holding flower baskets, and scattered all the peonies in almost the same way. null.

"Anyi Peng's family, Mr. Peng Ben, give Miss Su Yu a hundred and twenty peonies!"

"Wow!"

There was another uproar in the audience, and everyone's eyes focused on a young man in white.

However, compared to Liang Zhen's calmness, this Mr. Peng was clearly forcing a smile, even pale.

Wei Changtian didn't know how powerful this Peng family was, but someone in the Xiulou knew it.

"Peng's? The one in the cloth business? I remember his family's business is not that big..."

"Hey, didn't you hear what Mr. Peng said just now? This time he secretly brought all the deeds of the house and land at home, and vowed to enter Miss Su Yu's curtain tonight."

"This... won't the head of the Peng family be pissed off when he finds out about this?"

"Who knows..."

Everyone whispered and looked at Peng Benzhi with no admiration, even disdain.

At this time, Peng Benzhi no longer cared about what others thought of him. He fixed his eyes on Liang Zhen, seeming a little angry, but at the same time seemed to be begging.

He was at the end of his rope, and not only used the money from his business to buy goods, but even sold out a few houses in his family.

If Liang Zhen raises the price again...

"Master Liang, why don't you give me a few more flowers?"

The fat county magistrate glanced at Peng Benzhi from afar, then turned his head and flattered Liang Zhen: "According to the officials... it's better to get together the two hundred and forget it."

"Well, then follow what Master Chen said."

Liang Zhen nodded indifferently, and soon a few servants threw several baskets of peonies on the stage for the third time under Peng Benzhi's desperate eyes.

Everyone was already numb to this, and Su Yu held up the brush in a daze, not knowing what to say at this time.

"Shuzhou, Master Liang, give Miss Su Yu another ninety-two peonies!"

Two hundred flowers, ten thousand taels of silver, and one thousand gold!

"Plop~"

Accompanied by this yell, the handsome young man in white suddenly collapsed to the ground.

Someone around kindly helped him up, and when he got closer, he heard Peng Benzhi muttering something that seemed to be trembling in his mouth.

"Money, money... I can still get some money..."

"Miss Su Yu must be mine tonight...it must be mine..."

...

The flower appraisal list continued in a rather weird atmosphere.

Although Peng Benzhi said that he could still collect money, he didn't do anything in reality, and just sat at the table as if he had lost his soul, looking very miserable.

Perhaps due to the influence of the "competition for the top rankings", the second half of Su Yu's self-portrait has obviously declined in level, but overall it is still considered a top-notch work. It is not difficult to see that she does have some skills.

As for the total number of peonies she got in the end... four hundred and seventy-six peonies, the fault was at the top of the list.

"Thank you for enjoying the flowers."

"Thank you Master Liang, thank you... Mr. Peng."

Su Yu glanced at Peng Benzhi who was still neither human nor ghost, sighed softly and stepped off the stage.

And the next few girls also knew that they had no chance, so they all took the initiative to reduce the time on stage, and completed all the "main matches" in less than a quarter of an hour.

The ownership of the oiran is very clear, and now there is only one last process left before the end of the entire "flower evaluation list"-picking flowers.

A large flower group of hundreds of flowers was sent to the stage, and the highest place was the peony known as the king of flowers.

Su Yu needs to choose a man to come on stage to pick off the peony for her, which not only means that she has won the name of the oiran, but also means that she has chosen her own "first night" after becoming the oiran.

The bustard who played the guest role of "the host" beeped a few nonsense words like "Quanfang Jingyan Peony is the leader", and the re-dressed beauties also appeared on the stage again.

She was wearing a red dress that swept the floor, with gorgeous and complicated patterns embroidered on the wide hem, her long hair was tied up in a bun, the jade hairpins were loosely tied up, and a golden step rock was inserted on it.

Compared to the simple and elegant dress just now, Su Yu's current outfit is almost like a bride-to-be.

"Suck ~"

There was a sound of drooling in the embroidered building, and the bustard waited for everyone to watch for a while before smiling and saying: "Miss Su Yu, quickly point out the person you like!"

"yes."

Su Yu lowered her head, and slowly turned her body to Liang Zhen's direction.

This result is expected by everyone.

Although there is no express rule that the person who tipped the most must be chosen, but since they spend the most money, if you don't let them sleep, it would be unreasonable.

"Master Liang..."

Su Yu on the stage had already spoken, and Liang Zhen also sat up slightly.

But at this moment, a person walked up to Peng Benzhi who was about to faint, and suddenly shouted:

"Miss Su Yu! Wait!"

"Ok?"

The sudden change instantly attracted everyone's attention, and soon someone recognized who the speaker was.

"Song Zhengming? Master Song?"

"What? This is the Lushan layman Song Zhengming?"

"Absolutely! I happened to meet him when he was giving lectures in Luzhou City a few months ago!"

"But what is he going to do?"

"..."

This Song Zhengming seems to be quite famous in Luzhou, but no one knows why he suddenly interrupted Su Yu.

"Mr. Peng..."

Song Zhengming looked at Peng Benzhi, sighed softly and said, "Well, although you and I have never met each other, I have received the favor of your father more than ten years ago."

"...Forget it, I will help you today, and it can be regarded as repaying the favor."

After Song Zhengming said these few words, everyone thought he was going to pay for Peng Benzhi.

But for literati, it's common to mention money.

He suddenly took out a piece of paper from his pocket, and said to Su Yu word by word:

"I will present this poem to the girl on behalf of Mr. Peng..."

"It's worth a thousand gold!"

The plot is coherent, and 4500 words are combined into one. It's too late today.

(end of this chapter)