Shen Zhiwei woke up and transformed into the proprietress of the "Zui Chun House", a brothel in Shengjing.
It's a three-story building in a prime location, and there are so many customers coming in. It looks like Tian Hu's opening. But when she finished looking through the ledger, she discovered that while there was music and music outside this place every night, it was riddled with holes inside. If it continued like this, it would be close to closing.
Fortunately, Shen Zhiwei didn't dare to talk about anything else in her previous life. She was familiar with cooking, opening a shop, and making money.
She was not in a hurry to mess with Zuichunlou, but just changed a few dishes from the kitchen first.
As a result, as soon as the boiled pork slices were brought to the table, the guests began to add vegetables; before the pickled fish came out of the pot, people in the private room next door were already smelling the smell and asking about it; gradually, the people who came to Zui Chun Tower had more and more strange styles -
Some people don't ask for girls, they just ask if there is a table.
Someone was halfway through drinking the flower wine and grabbed the last piece of grilled fish from the neighbor.
There are also people who book private rooms one day in advance, and the reason is just:
"Give me something to stutter."
Shen Zhiwei looked at the increasingly lively business and suddenly felt——
There seems to be another way to make money in this building.
