He obtained the God of All Laws from human skin.

Chapter 41 Brothel Negotiation

Upon hearing this, the servant dared not be negligent.

Although he was just a servant in a brothel, he had heard of the reputation of "Iron Hand Gang Master Qian" and dared not take it lightly.

"Please wait a moment, sir, I'll be right there."

Qin Chuan stood at the door, his gaze sweeping across the empty hall.

Several tables were set up empty, and there wasn't a single person in sight. There were also no courtesans on the tables.

This place was even more deserted than he had imagined.

A moment later,

A series of hurried footsteps came from behind the stairs.

A woman who looked to be about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old came out from inside. She was wearing a slightly worn lotus-colored jacket, with a silver hairpin in her hair and face powder.

She was walking hurriedly and looked a little nervous, perhaps thinking that some important figure from the Iron Hand Gang had arrived.

But when she saw that only Qin Chuan was standing at the door, she paused for a moment, and the tension on her face turned into confusion.

The woman glanced outside a few times, but the street was deserted; there were no attendants, no carriages, and no pomp and circumstance.

There was only one boy, standing alone at her door.

The woman withdrew her gaze and looked Qin Chuan up and down. He was dressed simply and was not very old, but he stood straight, with clear eyes and a composure that was beyond his years.

She pursed her lips, put on a smile again, and stepped forward, tentatively asking, "Young man, I just heard from my men that Master Qian of the Iron Hand Gang sent you?"

"You could say that, or you could say that it isn't."

Qin Chuan took out the Iron Hand Gang sign again and threw it over.

The woman carefully took it, examined it twice, and confirmed that it was indeed the Iron Hand Gang's token.

Her fingers tightened slightly as she gripped the wooden plaque, her gaze shifting back and forth between the token and Qin Chuan. Her expression changed several times before she suppressed it all and put on a smile again.

"Young man, it's not proper to talk standing up." The woman gestured to him, and walked towards a fairly clean table in the corner of the hall. "Come, come, sit down and talk."

Qin Chuan didn't stand on ceremony and followed her over, sitting down at the table.

The woman raised her hand and beckoned the servant boy over, instructing him, "Go and brew a pot of tea."

The servant responded and hurried to make tea.

Before long, the tea was served. The woman personally poured a cup for Qin Chuan, then poured one for herself, before sitting down. Holding the teacup with both hands, she smiled and said, "Young man, you just said 'it can be said that, and it can also be said that it cannot.' This old woman is slow-witted and didn't understand what you meant. Could you please explain?"

Qin Chuan picked up his teacup, took a sip, and then said, "I'm here to do something for Master Qian."

The woman smiled and tentatively asked, "So, what brings you to our Yanchun Pavilion?"

Qin Chuan didn't answer the question. Instead, he looked around and then asked in return, "How many customers does your brothel receive each day?"

The woman was taken aback; she hadn't expected him to ask that.

Her smile froze for a moment, then she chuckled dryly, "Well, it's unpredictable, sometimes good, sometimes bad."

"Sometimes good, sometimes bad?" Qin Chuan raised an eyebrow. "How good can it be when it's good?"

Hearing this, the woman tried to make up some excuse to brush it off, but after seeing Qin Chuan's eyes,

She also had a strange feeling that she couldn't fool them.

After a moment of silence,

She suddenly chuckled, then sighed and shook her head, saying, "Alright, alright, I won't hide it from you anymore, old woman. To tell you the truth, we're lucky if we can get five or six tables a month. Sometimes we don't even see a soul all day. The girls are so bored they're practically growing moss. Several of them have already told me they want to leave."

After she finished speaking, she laughed self-deprecatingly: "To be honest, I, the head of the household, am almost starving."

Upon hearing this, Qin Chuan neither mocked nor showed any sympathy; he simply looked at her calmly.

In this kind of place, in this kind of situation, there's no need for anyone to pity you; pity won't solve the problem.

"I'm not here to sabotage you," Qin Chuan said calmly. "On the contrary, I came here precisely because I knew your place was deserted."

The woman looked up at him, her wariness lessening and replaced by a hint of confusion.

Having worked in this industry for so many years, she's seen all sorts of people who come to take advantage, collect protection money, or demand debts, but this is the first time she's heard a young man say, "I came here because your business is bad."

"Only brothels with slow business are willing to try new things." Qin Chuan nodded, looking at her calmly. "You need customers, and I need some maids to help. We can talk."

The woman's brow furrowed slightly, and she asked, "Something to do? What kind of thing?"

Qin Chuan didn't rush to answer. He first picked up his teacup and took a sip before slowly saying, "Master Qian wants to open a different kind of gambling den and needs to recruit a group of people, including female dealers and maids."

"Female dealer?" The woman paused, clearly hearing the term for the first time. "You mean to send the girls to the gambling den..."

"Deal the cards, roll the dice, and greet the guests," Qin Chuan replied.

The woman listened, remained silent for a moment, and rolled her eyes, clearly pondering the intricacies of the situation.

Having been in this business for so many years, she knows all too well the relationship between gambling dens and brothels.

Some people gamble in front, while others gamble behind; they're all from the same vine.

She had never heard of girls being allowed to be dealers and deal cards in gambling dens before.

She thought for a moment, then cautiously began, "This is certainly a novel approach. However, there's one thing I'm unsure whether I should mention."

"explain."

"The girls here are a bit too old..." the woman said, choosing her words carefully. "We're afraid they'll interfere with Master Qian's business."

Qin Chuan frowned: "How old?"

The woman held up two fingers and said in a very low voice, "She's already in her early twenties."

Qin Chuan was slightly taken aback, then realized what was happening and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

He almost forgot that this was ancient times.

These days, girls in brothels start serving customers at the age of fourteen or fifteen. By their early twenties, they are considered "old maids" in this industry.

Women from normal families would already have two or three children by this age. If they're still working in brothels, it's either because no one wants to redeem them or they have nowhere else to go. Most of them are the ones who were left over.

However, Qin Chuan thought that the older ones here were just right. The dealers in the gambling den were not courtesans in a brothel. They didn't need the youthful vigor of a fourteen or fifteen-year-old. On the contrary, the older ones were more stable and could handle things.

Qin Chuan asked, "You know how to serve people, right?"

"Yes, yes, yes," the woman quickly replied, "It's just that I'm a bit old, and customers prefer younger ones..."

She didn't finish her sentence, but her meaning was already quite clear.

"Let's see the person first." Qin Chuan picked up his teacup, took a sip, and said, "Call the person out so I can see them in person. We'll decide whether they're suitable or not after we see them."

Upon hearing this, the woman's eyes lit up, and she quickly stood up, saying, "Please sit for a moment, I'll go and call you right away." With that, she lifted her skirt and hurried to the back.