Universal Simulation: I have countless talents

Time is like running water.

Fifteen years passed in the blink of an eye.

In the past fifteen years, the women in Haitian Yise Building have changed one after another.

Some people have made enough money and choose to be good.

There are also some who are aging and fading. Although they still want to continue working and contribute to Haitian Yiselou, no one cares about them.

There are only so many places in the Hai Tian Yise Building, one for each woman.

There are still many young, beautiful and graceful women outside who are eagerly waiting for work to begin.

In addition, even the poster has been replaced by another one, and the original poster is dead.

Now it is his son who takes over.

More than ten years later, Wang Pan is still as stable as an old dog and has become the veteran of Haitian Yiselou.

We regard Haitian Yiselou as our home, and use our actions to explain what it means to be a king made of iron and a soldier made of flowing water.

The soldiers here naturally refer to the girls in Haitian Yiselou.

Over the years, Wang Pan was like a general returning in triumph, killing them until they lost their armor.

“When people reach middle age, they can’t help themselves, so they soak wolfberries in a thermos cup.”

Wang Pan looked sad and couldn't help but stretched out his hand to touch his waist.

"Strange, what is wolfberry? What is a thermos cup?"

After Wang Pan finished speaking, he froze on the spot.

"Master, it's getting late, it's time to rest."

The new oiran of Haitian Yiselou looked at Wang Pan expectantly, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Coming, coming!"

Wang Pan looked at the appearance of the oiran and couldn't help but move his index finger and pounced on him.

People should exercise more when they get older. Just when Wang Pan was halfway through exercising and sweating profusely, Wang Pan suddenly stopped.

"Strange, I seem to have forgotten something again."

Wang Pan fell into deep thought and was a little distracted for a moment.

"Master, why don't you move?"

There was a blush on the oiran's face. He immediately noticed something was wrong and couldn't help but open a pair of eyes as narrow and charming as a fox.

Who knows how much perseverance it took for the oiran to resist the urge to scold her.

There is no one who suddenly stops in the middle of exercising.

But there was no way, the oiran still wanted to ask for help from Wang Pan, so he had no choice but to humble himself and please Wang Pan.

Trying to get Wang Pan to continue exercising.

"Just come here today, you can go out."

Wang Pan pulled away and retreated, his face as sinking as water.

Wang Pan was extremely irritable. He always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't explain it.

And my memory seems to be getting worse and worse, and I always forget some things.

Maybe what I said one second ago can’t be remembered the next second.

And Wang Pan found that his health was getting worse and worse.

From when he first arrived at Haitian Yiselou, he single-handedly challenged all the available girls in Haitian Yiselou without taking a breath. Now, just being an oiran makes him feel inadequate.

This is not normal.

Maybe it's normal for other people. After all, as long as you work hard, an iron pestle can be ground into a needle.

But whenever Wang Pan looks for excuses to excuse himself, trying to convince himself that this is normal.

There was a faint voice in my mind telling me that with my body, this would never happen!

"Ah this?"

The oiran was confused. This was neither good nor bad, which made the oiran extremely uncomfortable.

"Master, don't you like me?"

The oiran was naturally unwilling to give up like this. After all, tonight was still very long, and the night was long and unbearable.

The oiran burst into tears and looked at Wang Pan with aggrieved eyes.

"I'll let you out!"

Wang Pan was already extremely irritable, but seeing the oiran pestering him all the time, Wang Pan couldn't help but explode.

Wang Pan and these women are just doing what they want.

Wang Pan coveted their bodies, and they took advantage of Wang Pan's reputation.

At its core, the relationship between the two parties is a transaction.

Wang Pan never showed emotion, how deep in his mind must he be before he could become emotionally involved with a prostitute?

When the oiran saw that Wang Pan was angry, he was also frightened.

Haitian Yiselou can be without the oiran, but it cannot be without the king's plate.

In terms of status, Wang Pan is not inferior to the owner of the building in Haitian Yise.

The owner of Haitian Yiselou almost offered Wang Pan as his biological father.

What if Wang Pan is made unhappy and is poached by another brothel?

The oiran put on her clothes and left crying.

Wang Pan was sitting alone on the bed, wondering what he was thinking.

The shadow under the candle swayed with the fluctuation of the flame, as if it came alive.

Wang Pan sat like this all night. It was not until after dawn that the maid who served Wang Pan knocked at the door, and Wang Pan came back to his senses.

Wang Pan stretched out his hand and let the maid dress him.

Then the maid served Wang Pan to wash up.

When the maid took the towel from Wang Pan's face, Wang Pan suddenly spoke and stopped the maid.

"Is there a mirror?"

Wang Pan asked the maid.

"Mirror? Master, what is a mirror?"

The maid responded doubtfully.

"Then how do you usually dress up and how do you see your appearance?"

Wang Pan's heart couldn't stop sinking, and at the same time, Wang Pan found that his memory was fading rapidly.

"Answer me! How can you see your own face!"

Wang Pan's face was full of urgency, and he grabbed the maid's shoulders, feeling a little out of control.

Wang Pan noticed something was wrong. It seemed that he had never seen a mirror since he was a child, nor had he seen anything other than eyes that could reflect other people's faces!

But why can I know about mirrors and how I can use them to reflect my appearance when I have never seen or heard of them? !

Wang Pan had a hunch that the answer to this question was very important to him!

Before the memory faded, Wang Pan wanted to know the answer.

The next moment, Wang Pan's face showed confusion.

After releasing his grip on the maid's hand and looking at the frightened look on her face, Wang Pan waved his hand to ask her to step back.

"Strange, why did I grab this maid's shoulders?

This maid is as gorgeous as a nutmeg in her 28th year. She wants everything but doesn’t have it. How could I be so rude? "

Wang Pan shook his head, puzzled.

"It's a messy job."

Wang Pan looked at the washbasin placed aside and frowned.

The copper basin was filled with water, and the water was still. When Wang Pan looked down, there was not even an outline or a blurry shadow of Wang Pan's face reflected in the copper basin!

But Wang Pan was used to such a strange scene and didn't notice anything wrong.

From that day on, Wang Pan's life has not changed much. He is still working as a quality inspector every day, improving the service quality of the girls in Haitian Yiselou.

In the blink of an eye, Wang Pan was already very old.

As for everyone in the literary world, the older they get, the more popular they become.

So even though Wang Pan has become a bad old man now, the women around him are still young, beautiful and in good shape.

A person will not be eighteen forever, but some people will always be eighteen.

During this period, Wang Pan briefly woke up several times and realized something was wrong, but as usual, he forgot about it in the blink of an eye.

Wang Pan has moved out of Haitian Yise Building. After so many years, Wang Pan's savings are enough for Wang Pan to live in the imperial city and live very comfortably.

Being able to live in a big house, own several shops, and have thousands of acres of fertile land, I have to thank the girls of Haitian Yiselou over the years.

Most of the money was donated generously by these girls, but Wang Pan did not think that he was a free man.

Didn’t you also give everything you had to teach him?

This is physical work. It is reasonable for you to work hard and get paid.

Another part of the money was the year-end bonus given to Wang Pan by the owner of Haitian Yiselou.

Wang Pan felt that his life was worth it.

Lying on the rocking chair, the sun shone on his body, making Wang Pan's cold and numb body feel a touch of warmth.

There were several maids beside him, serving Wang Pan wholeheartedly.

A lifetime of experiences flashed through Wang Pan's mind like a horse watching a lantern.

Wang Pan's heart was full of fear.

"Am I going to die?"

Wang Pan murmured softly.

It is said that before a person dies, he can recall the scenes he has experienced in this life.

At this time, Wang Pan's hair was pale and dry, and his body was covered with age spots.

His body was extremely thin, as if he were skin and bones.

The eye sockets are sunken inward and the eyes are cloudy.

Wang Pan no longer had the high-spiritedness he had when he was young, and the demeanor he had when he was middle-aged and criticized Fang Zun.

Some are just an old man who is dying out of his instinctive fear of death.

Wang Pan closed his eyes, breathing vaguely.

A maid's expression changed, she stretched out her finger and tested it under Wang Pan's nose. The master had passed away. The maid was not sad but overjoyed, and trotted away.

The other maids seemed not to notice and were minding their own business.

"Hahaha, that old guy is finally going to die. He is so alive that he almost killed me!"

An old housekeeper burst out laughing after hearing what the maid said.

There is no mistake. One post, one content, one 6 one, one book, one book, take a look!

Wang Pan did not get married and had no heirs.

But there are several shops, thousands of acres of fertile land, and this big house.

These assets may not be worth mentioning to some of the most powerful or wealthy businessmen in the imperial city.

But for the housekeeper, it is undoubtedly a great opportunity.

Every inch of land in the imperial city is worth a lot of money. Just selling this big house is enough to ensure that he has enough food and clothing for the rest of his life.

Not to mention there are shops and thousands of acres of fertile land.

It has been twenty years since the housekeeper came to the mansion.

Wang Pan was already in his early sixties at that time.

The housekeeper had the idea of ​​​​eating the family from the beginning, but he waited and waited, but Wang Pan didn't die.

By now, the housekeeper is in his early sixties.

Even the housekeeper's son was taken away.

In ancient times, the average life span was only over 30 years old. The housekeeper's eldest son was already in his 40s when he died, so it was not considered an untimely death.

The housekeeper had doubted more than once that he might not survive Wang Pan.

But I didn't expect that I was still determined to survive until this day.

"Master!

What's wrong with you, sir? !

Don't scare me!

Why did you just leave?

How can we live without you! "

The butler's potential exploded at this moment. The butler, who had always had the problem of old cold legs, was walking as fast as flying.

Before anyone entered the courtyard, the sound had already come in.

It was as if his father had died, and his tone was so sad that it made everyone cry and the listener sad.

But when the housekeeper rushed into the yard, he was stunned.

"What's the name of a ghost in broad daylight? Ahem, I'm not dead yet."

Wang Pan opened his eyes and looked at him impatiently.

"Pa!"

"Didn't you say that this old man is dying and will soon die?"

The housekeeper was stunned for a moment, turned around, and slapped the maid who informed him, and asked viciously.

The maid's cheek quickly became red and swollen, and the five finger marks were clearly visible.

The maid was also confused. When she stretched out her hand to test it just now, the master really only saw exhalation, but no inhalation.

The housekeeper's face turned pale and blue, and he simply went all out.

He looked at Wang Pan with a fierce look and a bad look.

"Papa."

"Someone come!"

The housekeeper clapped his hands.

"Dad, what's the matter?"

A team of guards rushed in from outside the yard aggressively.

The strong man in the lead shouted to the housekeeper.

"The master passed away unfortunately. He was a respectable man during his lifetime, and he should not lose his respectability after his death.

He should be buried with great ceremony.

Prepare for the master's funeral."

The housekeeper said to his son.

"Dad, isn't the master fine?"

The housekeeper's son turned his head and met Wang Pan's fiery eyes, and couldn't help but feel a little afraid.

The tiger's power still exists after death. Wang Pan has been the master for twenty years. Since the housekeeper's son can remember, Wang Pan has been the master.

After relying on Wang Pan for a living for so many years, Wang Pan's power in the housekeeper's son's heart will not dissipate so quickly.

"Nonsense, I said he died, so he died.

You guys, why don't you carry the master to the coffin quickly?"

The housekeeper kicked his son and ordered the other guards.

The other guards were silent and carried Wang Pan directly and left.

It was useless to let Wang Pan struggle.

As Wang Pan got older, he had no children.

The housekeeper has hinted to the maids many times in the past two years.

Once Wang Pan dies, they will directly divide up Wang Pan's property.

At this time, a group of poor guards have no money all year round.

And agreeing to the housekeeper to divide up Wang Pan's property is enough for them to cross the class and live a good life.

Seeing that the matter was exposed, Wang Pan was not dead.

Their calculations failed, and the wealth left them, this is not okay!

Now, the atmosphere has been set to this point. Even if the master is not dead, he must be killed.

Otherwise, once the master reports to the police, I will die!

"Put me down!

You bastards, you eat my food, drink my water, live in my house, and I still pay you a monthly salary!

How dare you do this to me!"

Wang Pan was a little panicked, his dry and thin arms kept waving, and his legs kept kicking.

Wang Pan didn't expect that he took a nap, and when he opened his eyes again, the world had changed.

This group of servants are so bold that they are trying to seize the master's property as slaves. This is a capital crime in the ancient country of Kongming!

The kind of death by thousands of cuts!

"Master, you have lived to such an old age, which is enough. How many people can live as long as you?

But we are different. We are still young.

We still have a bright future, and we deserve a better life.

Master, you can die in peace.

If you don't die, we will feel guilty holding your property."

The housekeeper's face is almost broken by laughter.

A group of guards carrying Wang Pan raised their mouths and walked lightly.

A group of maids behind the crowd chattered, happier than the New Year.

The master fell down, and they were full.

Sacrifice the master for the happiness of everyone.

Master, you are a great man!

Because Wang Pan is old, the coffin at home has been prepared several years ago.

The whole body is made of ebony. After polishing, the wood is black and shiny, and it sinks in water.

A group of guards lifted the coffin lid and threw Wang Pan directly into the coffin.

Then, before Wang Pan could react, the coffin lid was closed.

It must be said that ebony is good in every way, and sound insulation is also excellent.

No matter how much Wang Pan screamed, the sound was blocked once the coffin lid was closed.

The group of people seemed to have rehearsed in advance, with skilled movements and no unnecessary moves.

A group of maids knelt down, crying breathlessly, but they didn't shed a single tear.

A group of guards rolled up their sleeves, swung sledgehammers, and hammered on the coffin nails. What is this called? This is called a nail on the board.

Make sure Wang Pan will not lift the coffin lid and climb out!

What is professionalism?

This is professionalism!

The housekeeper had already thought about it and kept everything simple for Wang Pan's funeral.

First, conceal Wang Pan's death and deal with Wang Pan's property.

Then run away with the money.

After all, if people knew that he had seized the master's property as a slave, he would be killed.